<?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-5549326</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:18.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Light</title><subtitle type='html'>I'd like to know completely what others so discretely talk about...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111963363016108160</id><published>2005-06-24T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:20:30.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, my computer died a little while I was batteau-ing.  But I wanted to come post this.Follow this link then jump to number 13.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111963363016108160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111963363016108160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111963363016108160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111963363016108160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-my-computer-died-little-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111890407175719429</id><published>2005-06-16T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:56:41.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just saw Batman Begins at the IMAX. !!!!!!!!  I do not know how to begin to express my sheer elation.  I have my cock out and I am rocking, ladies and gentlemen.First, I must note that the first thing to come on the enormous screen was a Willy Wonka preview, and that in itself generated almost as strong a reaction in me as the entire Batman Begins film.  Insert more exclamation points here.  It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111890407175719429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111890407175719429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111890407175719429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111890407175719429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-saw-batman-begins-at-imax.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111713641829871771</id><published>2005-05-26T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:40:18.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty sweet, right?  You should look at my photos if you haven't in a while.Also, this weather can screw itself.  I had better not get cheated out of my summer.  If it isn't 70 degrees in October again this year, God is gonna have to answer to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111713641829871771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111713641829871771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111713641829871771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111713641829871771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/05/pretty-sweet-right-you-should-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111523706529354871</id><published>2005-05-04T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:04:25.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read a really fascinating essay on African-American influence on American culture, specifically dance, and even more specifically (here is where it gets interesting) on Balanchine's work.  Brenda Dixon Gottschild wrote it; she was in residence here last psring and I didn't take her class because I figured it didn't have much to with my interests.  I kind of regret it now.  Anyway, right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111523706529354871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111523706529354871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111523706529354871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111523706529354871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-just-read-really-fascinating-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111422730929138751</id><published>2005-04-22T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:35:09.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently, my life has been fun but not exciting.  I think I will probably stop updating this page, partly because I now realize the frightning power of blog, and partly because my writing skills are embarrassing.I'll end on this note.  Larissa and I have been making CDs for each other in an effort to broaden our musical horizons.  In the latest of a string of odd compliments I've received </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111422730929138751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111422730929138751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111422730929138751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111422730929138751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/04/recently-my-life-has-been-fun-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111331644273004308</id><published>2005-04-12T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:34:02.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really need to update, not because it's been so long, but because i have a tendency to be long winded.Mitch Hedburg died, and that is so sad.  He lives on in the appropriated one-liners that embellish my speech.   :(   If you haven't, you should listen to Mitch All Together.Last week Richmond Ballet made their New York City debut at the Joyce.  This had a certain sentimental value for me for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111331644273004308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111331644273004308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111331644273004308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111331644273004308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-really-need-to-update-not-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111248174712499037</id><published>2005-04-02T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:42:27.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New pictures are up of the shows I went to this week.  Highlights: The Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players are so akwardly cute and funny that they are hip.  (Family Slideshow Players are deck).  Their little drummer girl is 11!  The Nellie McKay experience was quite different; she talked about 1/10 as much as she did at Lincoln Center, but then again, she didn't have a sore throat, so she sang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111248174712499037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111248174712499037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111248174712499037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111248174712499037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-pictures-are-up-of-sho_111248174712499037.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111199423731367574</id><published>2005-03-28T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T02:19:06.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthdays, BirthdaysIt's just a birthday-heavy month, really.  First, though, Stephen Petronio was really cool.  He uses a fair amount of pop music, which threw me off.  The company is celebrating it's 20th anniversary, so they did a piece from 90, 95, 2000, and a preview of a 2006 work.  The first one was actually a prelude from a longer work, to a placebo song, and frankly it was a bunch of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111199423731367574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111199423731367574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111199423731367574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111199423731367574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/03/birthdays-birthdays-its-just-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111163274024966975</id><published>2005-03-23T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:52:20.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matthew Bourne's show was amazing.  You should all see it, really.  I went to Boston the next day, and Zeke ended up getting me to ride a bike last weekend, of all things.  Not that I was very good at it, but I did have a good time for a while, and it was a gorgeous day.  I finally finished choreographer Antony Tudor's biography.  It's a sad story, really, although it could be worse.  I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111163274024966975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111163274024966975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111163274024966975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111163274024966975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/03/matthew-bournes-show-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111101290998037416</id><published>2005-03-16T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:41:49.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This made me smile today.I'm very happy.  I had a great weekend.  I am on vacation.  Monday night I finally spent some time with a dear friend I've tragically neglected this semester.  She rocks my socks-- she choreographs, shares my wierd radico-moderate politics while maintaining a generally feminist ideology, and she draws, paints, cuts hair, looks cute, damn near fits in my pocket... we had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111101290998037416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111101290998037416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111101290998037416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111101290998037416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-made-me-smile-today_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-111042342873709544</id><published>2005-03-09T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:00:50.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I ate lunch with another cousin I haven't seen in about 7 years.  He looks like this.Actually, seeing him today, wow, we look a lot alike.He was in town because of the Colorado Ballet's New York show.  He told me if he wasn't a dancer he'd be studying astro-physics or orthopedic surgery.  Thing is, he could do it, too.  Hails from the intensely gifted and ecclectic side of my family.  If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/111042342873709544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=111042342873709544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111042342873709544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/111042342873709544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-i-ate-lunch-with-another-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110981454883462814</id><published>2005-03-02T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:49:08.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>amusing ditty about a poor campaignalso, I got a spam that looked like this:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110981454883462814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110981454883462814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110981454883462814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110981454883462814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/03/amusing-ditty-about-poor-campaign-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110973681684866205</id><published>2005-03-01T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:42:58.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I saw Nellie McKay.  That young lady is so fucking delightful-- charmed the pants right off me, she did.  She had a very apparent sore throat, but held everyone's attention and respect (except for the few folks who thought they'd come to a "nice show at Lincoln Center" and were not prepared for curses and radical politics).  She was terribly chatty and funny, and a true performer if I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110973681684866205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110973681684866205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110973681684866205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110973681684866205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/03/tonight-i-saw-nellie-mckay.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110912555749788241</id><published>2005-02-22T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T21:25:57.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple things I forgot to mention about Baltimore:Billboards for some sort of pro-marriage campaign; in retrospect I wish I'd taken pictures of them.  Slogans include:"Children of married parents do better in school.  Marriage works.""Married people make more money.  Marriage works."I don't doubt the validity of these statements, or their purpose in a predominantly ghetto area.  But it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110912555749788241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110912555749788241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110912555749788241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110912555749788241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/02/couple-things-i-forgot-to-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110862196146131643</id><published>2005-02-17T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T01:50:54.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw The Polyphonic Spree tonight with the stooprats.  I am completely neutral on their music; I went for the spectacle.  Aiah may defend them as mere "band geeks," but let's face it, they're a cult-- check out the lyrics on their site if you don't believe me.  A bit of southern revival meets Jesus Christ Superstar meets Up With People meets Sesame Street meets The Flaming Lips (at least as far as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110862196146131643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110862196146131643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110862196146131643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110862196146131643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/02/saw-polyphonic-spree-tonight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110843502634091721</id><published>2005-02-14T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:37:06.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent last weekend in Baltimore.  When I was little, my grandparents used to take me and my cousins on trips all the time, painfully educational, but I've got fond memories.  Anyway, we went to the National Aquarium in Baltimore when I was probably 6 or 7, and it came up this past summer that my younger cousin didn't remember the trip at all.  I barely remember it myself, which is sad because I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110843502634091721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110843502634091721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110843502634091721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110843502634091721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-spent-last-weekend-in-baltimore.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110806442238000859</id><published>2005-02-10T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:40:22.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my friends!  This morning I got this message on AIM: "i had a dream last night that i had hairy legs.... like they were back in fourth grade before i started shaving.  thought of you"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110806442238000859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110806442238000859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110806442238000859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110806442238000859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-my-friends-this-morning-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110801594517207937</id><published>2005-02-09T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T14:37:48.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back!!New York is really great, because of the wonderful things we overhear.  For example:"You know that sexual liberation I've been telling you about?  I just took it to a whole new level"--well dressed young woman on Broadway"Madonna?  I heard she's a lezzzbian""that's nasty"--middle school Brooklyn girls"...that's the only reason I watch porn: lesbians."--White Castle worker in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110801594517207937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110801594517207937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110801594517207937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110801594517207937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-back-new-york-is-really-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110677084346350565</id><published>2005-01-26T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T15:20:43.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dan and I watched the most British movie I've ever seen last night: The Red Shoes.  It's classic (and fabulous), so check it out if you haven't. What is it left-handed Sebastian?  I'm arranging matches.Seriously, it was that British.Aiah comes home today!!!!!Also, the best news I could get: C trains temporarily out of comission.  Why is this such excellent news?  I have a class in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110677084346350565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110677084346350565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110677084346350565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110677084346350565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/01/dan-and-i-watched-most-british-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110653311825925039</id><published>2005-01-23T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:18:38.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Understandably, a lot has happened since my last update a month ago.  Nevermind, enjoy my pictures.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110653311825925039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110653311825925039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110653311825925039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110653311825925039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2005/01/understandably-lot-has-happened-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110340927491578057</id><published>2004-12-17T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T17:39:33.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inevitable Pixies response post (may seem naive):First of all, I fucking love the Pixies.  Number 3 favorite band of all time.  But after Thursday night (and I mean this politely), I've decided they will remain a decidedly "album" band--for me-- as opposed to a live band.  They weren't bad by any means; it's a matter of opinion and personal preference.This article  offers one opinion.  What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110340927491578057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110340927491578057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110340927491578057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110340927491578057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/12/inevitable-pixies-response-post-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110281935761336677</id><published>2004-12-11T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:42:37.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the multiple postings, but this is exciting.  And I thought last night was a hip venture...I make jokes about hipsters turning out for dance performances when the music is hip (Radiohead/Sigur Ros with Merce Cunningham, Air with Ballet Preljocaj), but really, BAM is crawling with them no matter who writes the music.  I think it has to do with the fact that it's in Brooklyn, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110281935761336677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110281935761336677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110281935761336677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110281935761336677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/12/sorry-for-multiple-postings-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110277744794942696</id><published>2004-12-11T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T10:04:07.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a pop phase, so be warned.  Last night I went to North 6 and saw Les Georges Leningrad.  Haven't seen 'em since that deerhoof/erase errata show that I still talk about from a year and a half ago.  So I was surprised to find that they are a) a lot more listenable than they were then, and b) have moved up in the ranks of hipster name-recognition.  Fun little dance party, it was.  Overflowing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110277744794942696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110277744794942696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110277744794942696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110277744794942696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-in-pop-phase-so-be-warned.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110262125393181281</id><published>2004-12-09T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:40:53.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The news on television is truly ridiculous.  Ten minutes devoted to how laptop computers decrease sperm count is really unneccessary, especially with all those tasteless closeups of computers precariously balanced on crotches.  Unbelievable.Speaking of ridiculous and news, Let's hear it for a gay ban!  Personally, I prefer gay bars to gay bans.Fell in love yesterday, now ready to have babies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110262125393181281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110262125393181281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110262125393181281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110262125393181281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/12/news-on-television-is-truly-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110239914556011481</id><published>2004-12-07T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T00:59:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello.  My brain is sizzling a bit from writing highly theoretical papers on cosmetic surgery and barbie, so I thought I'd share a bit of my life with my readers:Thursday Riley and I saw Le Tigre at Kimmel, and they were really adorable and everything but the whole at-Kimmel thing was pretty lame.  There were some really impressive and distracting video projections behind the performers, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110239914556011481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110239914556011481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110239914556011481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110239914556011481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110214252509453039</id><published>2004-12-04T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T01:42:05.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things that I have learned in the past 2 days:1) dyke rock holds a larger place in my heart than previously thought.  especially dyke hipster-pop2) any concert, no matter how cool, becomes lame when presented by my school.  3) despite what you might think, RA prom is far from lame.  it fucking rocks!4) dressing in drag is a good way to bring lesbians to your side  :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110214252509453039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110214252509453039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110214252509453039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110214252509453039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-that-i-have-learned-in-past-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110186128582027053</id><published>2004-11-30T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:34:45.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few things:  I must surely be truly blonde again, because I got my first Stiles comparison since high school.  Laugh if you will and call me vain, but we do actually look pretty similar: flat round faces and all.Anyway, I've been a little riled up since this utter jerk made one of the most offensive comments ever in my last class.  It was almost decent, too, and (this is terrible I know),</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110186128582027053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110186128582027053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110186128582027053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110186128582027053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/few-things-i-must-surely-be-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110165582297829103</id><published>2004-11-28T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:30:22.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can we say sell out?  Yes, but I won't.And, I have ties!  Who needs Christmas and birthdays when Dan brings me Maine ties?!?  Or, for that matter, when Zeke brings me a critique a feminism?  Rebuttal to that is pending.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110165582297829103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110165582297829103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110165582297829103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110165582297829103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/can-we-say-sell-out-yes-but-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110157513226831440</id><published>2004-11-27T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T12:05:32.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Passed a cab just now with a diamond ad on it that read, "Imagine the Resolutions She'll Make." Now, power tools "for him" and egg beaters "for her" are one thing, but now we get to use our imagination. Will she start cleaning the house more? Shed 10 pounds and buy lingerie? Lose her gag reflex? What? What resolutions will she make? Just imagine!When I yahooed that line, looking for an internet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110157513226831440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110157513226831440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110157513226831440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110157513226831440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/passed-cab-just-now-with-diamond-ad-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110120136668405729</id><published>2004-11-23T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T04:16:06.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe Thanksgiving is upon us already.  Class-wise, sure, I feel like this semester is dragging on, but when one considers how close the December holidays are, well, it's kind of exciting.Today I got this email about Le Tigre playing at NYU for $5 and figured what the hell.  Riley likes em, I don't hate em, and there's sure to be a bunch of lesbians.  I am shallow as hell.  So yeah, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110120136668405729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110120136668405729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110120136668405729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110120136668405729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-cant-believe-thanksgiving-is-upon-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110115852355631724</id><published>2004-11-22T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:22:03.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just saw Pumping Iron II: The Women-- for a class, of course.  That's something that needs to be on everyone's must-see list.  There are just no words...Which is a problem, actually, since I need to write a paper on Foucault and "disciplinary technology" relating to cosmetic surgery and this film.Also, quick anecdote: last week I was conned into making a peanut butter sandwich for charity, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110115852355631724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110115852355631724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110115852355631724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110115852355631724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-just-saw-pumping-iron-ii-women-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-110053388537879760</id><published>2004-11-15T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T14:43:09.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going down the road toward tiny cities made of ashesLast weekend Dan and I went down south.  I needed to renew my driver's liscence in person.  True to my history, the first time was not the charm.  :-(  Virginia trips are theraputic, though, even if this one wasn't very exciting.    Hung out with Spotsy friends, got the Hunk inspected, went bowling, saw Shag, the best Southern movie ever, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/110053388537879760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=110053388537879760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110053388537879760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/110053388537879760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/going-down-road-toward-tiny-cities.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109988987408466596</id><published>2004-11-07T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:57:54.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Degrees of Terentino Separation, and the New York Dance SceneThis Thursday another RA and I took some residents to see "Jazz in Motion," one of the Jazz at Lincoln Center programs.  I was really stoked, and talked it up a lot, and fear its utter mediocrity has marred my credibility in recommending dance shows.  Peter Martins (read: mediocre choreographer) did two short pieces for City Ballet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109988987408466596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109988987408466596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109988987408466596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109988987408466596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/degrees-of-terentino-separation-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109954272198512625</id><published>2004-11-03T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:32:01.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This post is two-fold: the inevitable election response...I would like to thank a young Mr. Andrews, that I went to high school with and ran into a few months ago. He told me he was voting for Bush, because if Bush won, people would realize how bad things were faster than if the Dems won. The Dems just sugarcoat everything to make people happy, he told me. Not that was he said doesn't hold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109954272198512625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109954272198512625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109954272198512625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109954272198512625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-post-is-two-fold-inevitable.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109946560633337357</id><published>2004-11-03T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:13:36.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come, Come See the Duck!Turns out a friend of mine helped her friend make a Deerhoof Milkman costume for Halloween.  Fantastic!I had never been to North Six, but it's loveable.  Reminds me of what I thought CBGB's would look like (in some ways), and their jukebox has Refused.  At the show I saw a boy that was smaller than I in every dimension, and he wore a Flying Luttenbachers shirt.  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109946560633337357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109946560633337357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109946560633337357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109946560633337357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/come-come-see-duck-turns-out-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109943554904661532</id><published>2004-11-02T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:45:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On emotionally intense reading materialI'm taking a class that I particularly enjoy; essentially it's "about the body," and our class units are things like discipline, the production of feminity, body building, cosmetic surgery, etc.  Currently, we are in the rape unit.  After a bit of history on the anti-rape movement and lots of feminist theory (no, this did not include Mary Daly), we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109943554904661532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109943554904661532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109943554904661532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109943554904661532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-emotionally-intense-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109910770825424952</id><published>2004-10-29T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:41:48.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABT, take 2Tonight was really the ABT program I'd been holding my breath for.  The evening started with two Kylian peices, Petite Mort   (1991) and Sechs Tanze   (1986), both to Mozart.  Stunning.  The opening of Petite Mort   was perfection; I cried.  I think it was the best ensemble work I'd ever seen (thank you, ABT).  The whole thing was so beautiful and together.  Sechs Tanze   was funny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109910770825424952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109910770825424952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109910770825424952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109910770825424952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/abt-take-2-tonight-was-really-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109893663977735390</id><published>2004-10-28T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:10:39.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I need some suggestions. I need movie ideas that deal with wellness. Drugs, sex issues, mental wellness, body image/eating disorders... I'm thinking not too depressing, though. I mean, there's always Kids and Requiem, Thirteen, or even In My Skin (ewww). But think of something people would want to come see. It can even be funny. but something good.Also, I voted today! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109893663977735390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109893663977735390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109893663977735390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109893663977735390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-i-need-some-suggestions.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109841609001308222</id><published>2004-10-21T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:39:05.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I saw my first real American Ballet Theater performance.  Beautiful.  I was able to scalp fourth-row center tickets, mostly because the box office line was taking too long.  The cool think about ABT is that the audience isn't entirely full of dance snobs, the way the Joyce audiences are.  I think it's because ABT gets more press as a New York experience, or in some cases, a family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109841609001308222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109841609001308222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109841609001308222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109841609001308222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/tonight-i-saw-my-first-real-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109816293167375879</id><published>2004-10-19T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:15:31.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Tomorrow we'll feel like we was hit by a truck, but..."So, has anyone I know ever seen The Cramps?  Obviously not, because you would have told me how fucking awesome they are live.  I had my doubts, you know, because they've got to be older than my dad, but I was wrong wrong wrong.  I have a tendency to talk about how amazing every show I go see turns out to be (I just have good taste), but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109816293167375879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109816293167375879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109816293167375879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109816293167375879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/tomorrow-well-feel-like-we-was-hit-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109796027902651471</id><published>2004-10-16T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:06:42.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My head is still spinning from Dogville, which I watched last night.  That movie literally gave me nightmares.  According to Dan (who is a good source for information like this), Danish filmmaker Lars von Trier-- who has never visited the states-- got so much flack for Dancer in the Dark's American-hating content that he decided to make Dancer the first installment of an American drama trilogy.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109796027902651471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109796027902651471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109796027902651471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109796027902651471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-head-is-still-spinning-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109780441464589498</id><published>2004-10-14T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:40:14.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I won 3 games of pool.  This is a big deal.  Dan and I started at (nearly) equal levels of badness-- he was still better.  As of last night, our normal half-hour games are significantly reduced in length, and the winning is just about even.  I even have a pool victory dance, where there was no need before.  So here's to learning new skills.me: i am getting better at pool, which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109780441464589498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109780441464589498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109780441464589498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109780441464589498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/last-night-i-won-3-games-of-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109738977643557189</id><published>2004-10-10T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:30:09.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I Should Have Known by NowMy absentee ballot has finally arrived, which has sent me into a fit of responsible citizenship.  Since following the presidential race is beginning to leave bruises on my temples, I decided to investigate the representatives running in my neck of the woods.  Some of what I found amused or surprised me, but perhaps it's just because I haven't voted before.A) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109738977643557189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109738977643557189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109738977643557189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109738977643557189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/things-i-should-have-known-by-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109703175872638533</id><published>2004-10-05T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:07:49.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheney 1, Edwards 0,* Gwen 0The fact of the matter is that not only do I never watch TV anymore, I really don't pay attention to the news.  I am a terrible citizen; it can't really be denied.  I did watch the vice presidential debates tonight, which is, honestly, the fist time I had seen either of them speak.  Although a liberal sympathizer, my heart goes out to Cheney (although he's a Dick in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109703175872638533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109703175872638533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109703175872638533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109703175872638533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/cheney-1-edwards-0-gwen-0-fact-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109699587472200413</id><published>2004-10-05T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T13:04:34.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few words of wisdom to begin with: "women that want without needing are expensive and sometimes wasteful, but women that need without wanting are dangerous-- they suck you in and pretend not to notice."While some of you may not remember fondly may wrecked state of two weeks ago, I would like to say that it lasted much shorter than those states often do, and assert that I am awesome.  Yes.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109699587472200413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109699587472200413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109699587472200413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109699587472200413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/few-words-of-wisdom-to-begin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109664760603022632</id><published>2004-10-01T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T12:20:06.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my Christ!!!  So, last weekend in Boston I ran into this girl from FREDERICKSBURG that I used to dance with.  I'm more or less used to running into Walnuts (in Boston and New York) because well, unless they go back to Japan, most Walnuts end up in Boston or New York.  They're talented folks, and usually they don't have a lot of academic priorities, so here they are (not that there aren't good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109664760603022632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109664760603022632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109664760603022632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109664760603022632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-my-christ-so-last-weekend-in-boston.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109640551180969857</id><published>2004-09-28T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:05:11.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I did what I really wanted to do, which was go back to school and get a degree, because I love letters after my name. And M-O-M doesn't get you very far in life."This message brought to you by the number 3:The number of hours of sleep I got this morning The number of times (as of today) I've seen Tracy Mang since she became totally inconsiderateThe number of cigarettes I have bummed from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109640551180969857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109640551180969857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109640551180969857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109640551180969857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-did-what-i-really-wanted-to-do-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109595761713831573</id><published>2004-09-23T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T12:40:43.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... Teusday night I ushered at the Joyce for the Limon Dance Compnay's opening performance.  The Joyce is the biggest (and most fru-fru) theater I've ushered for, which doesn't say much since I'm pretty sure it still looks the way it did when it was established in 1982 (you can so tell it was a product of the 80s).  But anyway.  They had me dress up like a artist caricature: black pants, black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109595761713831573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109595761713831573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109595761713831573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109595761713831573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/09/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109572140654653220</id><published>2004-09-20T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T19:17:53.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And    if you would like me to put a link to your site, let me know.  If you want me to take off your link, also let me know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109572140654653220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109572140654653220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109572140654653220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109572140654653220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-if-you-would-like-me-to-put-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5549326.post-109571761814624847</id><published>2004-09-20T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T18:01:31.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello!  I have comments!  At some point I may work up to something really fancy like changing the dull default layout.  But for now, small steps.  My older blog is still there, god bless it, but I'll just use this site for updating.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/feeds/109571761814624847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5549326&amp;postID=109571761814624847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109571761814624847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5549326/posts/default/109571761814624847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-blue.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-i-have-comments-at-some-point-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Blue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
