<?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-6938102</id><updated>2011-08-16T20:03:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara without an H =^.^=</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-6511381967619504744</id><published>2011-06-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:59:17.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles - 22 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kcTG9AJEtg/TfkciOhzAbI/AAAAAAAAATk/RxVbAroR6jg/s1600/miles_22months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kcTG9AJEtg/TfkciOhzAbI/AAAAAAAAATk/RxVbAroR6jg/s400/miles_22months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618553384462385586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was not prepared for how wonderful having a child would be.  Miles reminds me each day how wonderful life is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-6511381967619504744?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/6511381967619504744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=6511381967619504744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/6511381967619504744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/6511381967619504744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2011/06/miles-22-months.html' title='Miles - 22 Months'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kcTG9AJEtg/TfkciOhzAbI/AAAAAAAAATk/RxVbAroR6jg/s72-c/miles_22months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-1315171296878013441</id><published>2010-11-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:41:53.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUND: ETIQUETTE SCHOOL HANDOUT (CIRCA 1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;{{Went to visit my mom.  As I left, she shoved a box in my car which I'd packed sometime between 1990-1992; labeled "Sara's Box".  In it, I found an amazing handout which is, as follows:}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECRETS TO ENTHUSIASTIC LIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES ENTHUSIASM MEAN?  THESE POINTERS MAY HELP YOU BRING OUT YOUR HIDDEN MAGNETISM - - THE BEAUTY THAT EVERY WOMAN POSSESSES BY NATURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHOW AN INTEREST IN OTHERS AND WHAT THEY ARE DOING.  MAKE THEM FEEL VERY IMPORTANT AND NEEDED.  AN "I COULDN'T CARE LESS" ATTITUDE REPELS PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LISTEN TO OTHERS, YOU CAN LEARN FROM THEM, EVERYONE POSSESSES KNOWLEDGE THAT CAN BE PRICELESS TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOOK ALIVE AND ACT ENTHUSIASTIC EVEN IF YOU ARE TIED.  THIS WILL REALLY MAKE YOU FEEL "CHARMING".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A CHARMING WOMAN IS POISED.  THAT IS, SHE HAS CONTROL OF HER EMOTIONS, SHE GETS RID OF ILL FEELINGS BY BECOMING OCCUPIED IN SOME ACTIVITY.  IF YOU FEEL LIKE "EXPLODING" TAKE A BIG DIAPHRAGMATIC BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN.  TAKE THINGS IN STRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BE COMPASSIONATE OF OTHERS.  YOU CAN AFFORD TO BECAUSE YOU STOP WORRYING ABOUT YOURSELF, KNOWING WHO YOU ARE, THUS, YOU CAN HELP OTHER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BE A SPARKLING CONVERSATIONALIST, SHARE YOUR EXPERIENCES AND KNOWLEDGE WITH OTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EXTEND YOUR KNOWLEDGE BY READING, BECOME ACQUAINTED WITH YOUR CITY, ART, MUSIC, ETIQUETTE, THEATER, AND SELF-IMPROVEMENT BOOKS, KEEP YOUR EARS OPEN AT ALL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SPEAK CLEARLY AND DISTINCTLY, PLEASANTLY, SLOWLY AND IN A LOW-PITCHED VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SET GOALS FOR YOURSELF.  KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO AND DO IT.  MAKE DEFINITE PLANS FOR YOUR LIFE.  IF THEY CHANGE -- DO NOT WORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DON'T HOLD BACK --- BY BEING INHIBITED, GIVE OF YOUR SELF, LET THE WORLD KNOW OF YOUR TALENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HEAR YOUR OWN VOICE.  YOU ARE YOUR BEST JUDGE.  DON'T LET RELATIONS AND FRIENDS LIVE YOUR LIFE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DON'T BE AFRAID TO SAY "I'M SORRY, I WAS WRONG," AND "THANK YOU".  ALSO, COMPLIMENT PEOPLE WHEN THEY DESERVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SMILE.  IT IS WORTH MORE THAN ANY GIFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ADD VARIETY TO YOUR LIFE.  DON'T GET IN A RUT OF THE SAME ACTIVITIES DAY IN AND DAY OUT.  BREAK YOUR ROUTINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-1315171296878013441?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/1315171296878013441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=1315171296878013441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/1315171296878013441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/1315171296878013441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2010/11/found-etiquette-school-handout-circa.html' title='FOUND: ETIQUETTE SCHOOL HANDOUT (CIRCA 1990)'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-6424552258742372535</id><published>2010-05-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:42:41.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Space at Twitter HQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've had the privilege to continue working on Twitter's office space as the company grows and expands into additional space.  Here are some details on the space: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project goals were to retain aesthetic consistency with the existing office while providing more program such as an increased number of conference and meeting rooms.  Luckily Twitter cares about creating a healthy and beautiful environment for employees which allowed encouraged the use of zero VOC paint, choosing low VOC furnishings, and capitalizing on bringing natural light into the space via design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space had a preexisting dropped ceiling which we opted to keep intact, along with a number of existing small conference rooms.  We inserted community lounge areas within the work area to break up the space.  Where we added walls, renewable bio based materials were used for insulation and low voltage lighting was added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With interior details, I tried to make small details count by making them meaningful, fun, playful, full of color, yet useful and sustainable.  With new materials, I opted to keep them in the rawest, most natural state possible, using only water based sealers.  With artwork, we involved Twitter employees and local artists, 3 Fish Studios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is growing so rapidly that they run the risk of purchasing furniture that won't transfer to our future needs.  For this reason, I choose to stay with a handful of chair styles and colors to create a continuity of simplicity throughout the space. Bringing the outdoors was also an overarching theme in my approach.  MATERIALS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  All paint is NO VOC; &lt;a href="http://www.kellymoore.com/greenpages/index.php#/km-green-paint/enviro-coat"&gt;Enviro Coat by Kelly Moore&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Insulation used in walls is &lt;a href="http://www.ecobatt.us/eco_batt.html"&gt;EcoBatt&lt;/a&gt;;"Based on rapidly renewable bio-based materials rather than non-renewable petroleum-based chemicals commonly used in other insulation products, ECOSE Technology reduces binder embodied energy by up to 70%, and does not contain phenol, formaldehyde, acrylics or artificial colors used to make traditional fiberglass insulation."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.shawcontractgroup.com/ProductSpec/Show/59463"&gt;Shaw Carpet&lt;/a&gt; ingredients are as follows: face fiber: nylon 6, dye method: 100% solution dyed, backing: polyolefin composite, surface treatments: non c8 fluorocarbon chemistry, does not contain PVC, phthalates, or PBD/PBDE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hanging over the reception desk are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4635593337/"&gt;manzanita tree branches&lt;/a&gt; courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.lundbergdesign.com/"&gt;Lundberg Design&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/4127087230/in/set-72157622858263988/"&gt;Twitter Sign&lt;/a&gt; is made of hot rolled steel mounted on reclaimed barn wood which duplicates signs on the other floor.  Made by Lundberg Design.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURNITURE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Concrete Table surfaces by &lt;a href="http://www.concreteworks.com/"&gt;Concreteworks&lt;/a&gt; are comprised of 40% fly ash and 100% recycled aggregates.  Bases are maple plywood with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parallam"&gt;parallam&lt;/a&gt; cross beams; finished with a water based sealer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Conference Room Chairs: &lt;a href="http://www.hermanmiller.com/Products/Caper-Chairs"&gt;Caper Chair by Herman Miller&lt;/a&gt; have returnable/reusable packaging, durability, pre-consumer and post-consumer recycled content, and GREENGUARD certification.  Caper is comprised of 21-percent recycled materials. This figure breaks down to 15-percent post-consumer and 6-percent pre-consumer recycled content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.steelcase.com/en/products/category/workspace/panel/answer/pages/overview.aspx"&gt;Steelcase Workstations&lt;/a&gt; are composed of the following materials Recycled content 44%, Post consumer  18%, Pre consumer 26%,  Recycled content 73%, PVC-free work surface edge banding   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Desk chairs are the &lt;a href="http://www.steelcase.com/en/products/category/seating/task/think/pages/overview.aspx"&gt;Think Chair by Steelcase&lt;/a&gt;; the chair is comprised of 98% recyclable content and is made of up to 37% recycled material. It is also Greenguard certified and helps contribute towards LEED certification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reception Desk is made of plywood and sealed using a water based seal by Lundberg Design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cafe tables are made from Elm sealed with water based sealer.  Yes, I got the idea from Four Barrel Coffee's tables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4636192010/"&gt;Reception Desk&lt;/a&gt; is plywood with a walnut veneer sealed with water based sealer.  Made by Lundberg Design.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIGN: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4633551127/"&gt;Feather decals&lt;/a&gt; were custom based on photos of a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/1208897725/in/set-72157601604564666/"&gt;feather found on my honeymoon&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4634150664/"&gt;Bird silhouettes&lt;/a&gt; on conference room doors are routed acrylic painted black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4633557953/"&gt;Neon art piece&lt;/a&gt; in cafe area was graciously lent to twitter by Mary Conrad (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/M_Ry"&gt;@M_Ry&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Framed pictures in the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4635488905/"&gt;Chill Room&lt;/a&gt; are from Twitter employees &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/troy"&gt;@troy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ded"&gt;@ded&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jillyface"&gt;@jillyface&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4633553317/"&gt;"Twitter Republic" and "140 Mile" Paintings&lt;/a&gt; were custom from San Francisco based &lt;a href="http://www.3fishstudios.com/"&gt;3 Fish Studios&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4633600799/"&gt;Twitter bird prints&lt;/a&gt; by Adam Koford - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/apelad"&gt;@apelad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4635502535/"&gt;Ts in the cafe area&lt;/a&gt; are listed below (not in order shown).  Huge shout out to the Foundaries that gave me a free licenses; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/bryanmason"&gt;Bryan Mason&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/typekit"&gt;@typekit&lt;/a&gt; for making it happen:  Abigail (Fonthead - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/fonthead"&gt;@Fonthead&lt;/a&gt;) Big-Smalls Bold (Chank Co - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/chankfonts"&gt;@chankfonts&lt;/a&gt;) Blackout Std Chunder (Chank Co - @chankfonts) CornDog  (Fonthead - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/fonthead"&gt;@Fonthead&lt;/a&gt;) http://www.fonthead.com/ Embroy Open (HVD Fonts - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/hvdfonts"&gt;@hvdfonts&lt;/a&gt;) Eurostile Garamond Gill Sans  Gotham Helvetica Bold Jeanne Moderno OT Geometrique (Steve Mehallo - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/mehallo"&gt;@mehallo&lt;/a&gt;) Mrs. Eaves Sniglet (The League of Moveable Type - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/theleagueof"&gt;@theleagueof&lt;/a&gt;),  Stud (Typodermic - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/typodermic"&gt;@typodermic&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/4635492059/"&gt;Blue fawn&lt;/a&gt; is a flea market find, refurbished and painted by me, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/twitter.com/sara"&gt;@sara&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-6424552258742372535?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/6424552258742372535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=6424552258742372535' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/6424552258742372535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/6424552258742372535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2010/05/more-space-at-twitter-hq.html' title='More Space at Twitter HQ'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-3758618067170570052</id><published>2009-11-16T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:43:02.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#twitterhq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've had the privileged of working on the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twitteroffice/sets/72157622693903079/"&gt;new Twitter HQ&lt;/a&gt; and wanted to write about a few of the details.  I've tried to bring the outdoors in and to make the space playful yet useful and sustainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;1.  The bird decals were custom; traced from a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/2178069641/in/set-72157603671070651/"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt; I took in Nebraska while visiting &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ev"&gt;@ev&lt;/a&gt;'s dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The wallpaper in the coffee area was done by &lt;a href="http://www.undoboy.com/"&gt;undoboy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The concrete tables were a collaboration with myself and Mark Rogero at &lt;a href="http://concreteworks.com/"&gt;Concreteworks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/concreteworks"&gt;(@concreteworks)&lt;/a&gt;.  The concrete is 40% fly ash and 100% recycled aggregates, and the bases (as well as receptionist stand and twitter signs) are made of reclaimed barn wood from a barn in Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The couches were all custom copies of more famous designs from a store here in SF called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furnitureenvy.net/"&gt;Furniture Envy&lt;/a&gt;.  If you want an affordable couch for your house, you should check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The TELL YOUR STORIES HERE neon sign has graciously lent to twitter by an artist friend by the name of Mary Conrad (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/M_Ry"&gt;@M_Ry&lt;/a&gt;).  Mary has a current show at &lt;a href="http://www.rosenthalgallery.com/"&gt;Michael Rosenthall Gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you want to compare the current look of the office with &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twoffice/sets/72157621957025646/"&gt;what it was&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  The &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/prnha"&gt;framed pictures in the lobby&lt;/a&gt; are filled with other artist's work, press, office art, and user gifts.  They will eventually be in the shape of two wings.  I still have frames to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The space was subleased from Bebo/ AOL.  It was already equipped with the sick sound system and DJ booth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The hooks in the lobby were made by John at: &lt;a href="http://livewirefarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://livewirefarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;10. Decorations are used objects that have been reinvented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We used low or no-VOC paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-3758618067170570052?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/3758618067170570052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=3758618067170570052' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/3758618067170570052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/3758618067170570052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2009/11/twitterhq.html' title='#twitterhq'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-8407752907588590862</id><published>2008-03-07T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:43:25.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After eight months of marriage, I’ve legally changed my name from Sara Emilia Morishige to Sara Morishige Williams.  I’m proud to have Evan’s last name, yet I miss the contrast my maiden name has always provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“I’m Chinese, Japanese, and half Mexican.”  The amount of times I’ve said this in my life seems endless.  The perpetual stream of inquiries about “what I am” is because my appearance is not entirely any one of my three ethnicities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Morishige.  If you can pronounce vowels, it rolls off the tongue like butter from pancakes fresh off the griddle. I’ve theorized that people struggle with the pronunciation because they see it’s foreign and don’t want to embarrass themselves. Translated, mori means forest, and shige, abundant.  I appreciate the beauty and fluidity of my maiden name both in sound and meaning, yet it is only a nod to one quarter of my whole.  Nonetheless, it has historically distinguished the fact that I’m an ethnically diversified American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The politic of what it has meant to grow up American with mixed ethnicity has been a delicate balance between being American, and managing the influences of each culture. The obligation of not letting culture die with my parents, or their parents has influenced my life and unwittingly defined my character.  Customs linger on the periphery, interjecting when I allow them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And so, here I am, with what seems to be the plainest name in the world: Sara Williams.  I'm happy with it.  I will remain the same person I've always been, having only lost a perceived identity, and gaining anonymity that is the antithesis of mixed ethnicity in America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-8407752907588590862?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/8407752907588590862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=8407752907588590862' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/8407752907588590862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/8407752907588590862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2008/03/jump.html' title='The Jump'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-3213924754294447736</id><published>2007-11-26T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:38:18.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 274px;" src="http://saramorishige.com/tokyo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would start posting drawings since blogging hasn't stuck.....Evan and I were in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/sets/72157603245377409/"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/a&gt; last week and Joi Ito took us to a fantastic restaurant named Inakaya in Roppongi. We ate a mammoth amount of food in the presence of terrific company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-3213924754294447736?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/3213924754294447736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=3213924754294447736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/3213924754294447736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/3213924754294447736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2007/11/tokyo.html' title='Tokyo'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-8315532545854950157</id><published>2007-07-21T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:43:53.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week From Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm getting married in one week. As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.evhead.com/"&gt;Evan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; puts it, T minus seven days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wedding planning has been an interesting experience filled with tears and joy.  In retrospect, I should have blogged the entire planning process so I could look back and laugh at the insanity of it all.  Problem is, I rarely blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm writing to tell you that the wedding industry is a sham.  Vendors know you are a one time customer, so there is no interest in doing what is fair.  I am constantly asking if I really needed half the things we've been encouraged to have or purchase.  Do we really need wax panels for $2.5K that cover unsightly kiosks? The answer is NO, and I'd like to encourage anyone planning a wedding to be liberated by pointing out the frivolity of it all.  I can't say we didn't spend money on items that have defined the event, such as our beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/508080266/"&gt;invitations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, but I can say that I've felt ripped off on a number of occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the end, the celebration is about the phenomenal human feeling of love which has no equal in life aside from knowing yourself (which is directly relational to one's ability to fall in love).  Even though there have been events in the planning process that threatened to derail it, I'm glad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/772313743/"&gt;we&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saramorishige/772313743/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;are having a wedding. When I think about growing old together, and accepting the seasons of change in both of us, I can't wait to get started. This is something to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-8315532545854950157?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/8315532545854950157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=8315532545854950157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/8315532545854950157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/8315532545854950157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2007/07/one-week-from-today.html' title='One Week From Today'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-9146994447839658045</id><published>2007-05-21T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:57:03.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://saramorishige.com/uploaded_images/stbks-779904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://saramorishige.com/uploaded_images/stbks-778672.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Starbucks Employee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely appreciate that you spelled my name correctly this morning.  I really felt that you were listening to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-9146994447839658045?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/9146994447839658045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=9146994447839658045' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/9146994447839658045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/9146994447839658045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2007/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-115810687886798833</id><published>2006-09-12T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:40:49.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alumni Directory</title><content type='html'>Today I received my &lt;a href="http://www.mitty.com/"&gt;Archbishop Mitty High School&lt;/a&gt; Alumni Directory for 2006. I felt a little devilish as I opened and unwrapped it; ta-da. There it sat before me, shiny, undefiled, pretty, and waiting, just waiting to be utilized.   Sitting before me were the listings of people who are anticipating my phone call, letter, or post card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up my old high school sweetheart (boring), then myself.  In an instant, I realized that there was no one I cared to look up.  I've maintained contact with the friends I had while there, and the ones I care to forget, well, I don't really care what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted fifty bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-115810687886798833?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/115810687886798833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=115810687886798833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/115810687886798833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/115810687886798833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2006/09/alumni-directory.html' title='Alumni Directory'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-115595335217423431</id><published>2006-08-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:09:12.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>also.</title><content type='html'>Evan needs this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.droogdesign.nl/files/image/cache/800_129%20Matwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.droogdesign.nl/files/image/cache/800_129%20Matwalk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-115595335217423431?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/115595335217423431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=115595335217423431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/115595335217423431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/115595335217423431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2006/08/also.html' title='also.'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-115595311637715434</id><published>2006-08-18T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:05:16.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>European Vacation</title><content type='html'>I feel confident saying that: Evan and I are going to Europe at the end of September. I base this statement on the fact that we've finally purchased our airline tickets. Prior the big purchase, my feelings about it lingered between overwhelming anticipation, and the possibility that we might not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the ticket purchase, not only can I breathe easy, but I can also allow myself to be overcome with web browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My urge to research design and handbag shops has been unleashed. My browser window has too many tabs open, and I can't figure out which one is ruining my experience with its fancy flash (grrrr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a store in Amsterdam that we must visit, called &lt;a href="http://droogdesign.nl/"&gt;droog&lt;/a&gt;.   They have new and emerging designers, and the best high chair I’ve ever seen in my life.  Even though I don’t have kids, I want one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.droogdesign.nl"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.droogdesign.nl/files/image/cache/800_146_Childrens_highchair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-115595311637715434?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/115595311637715434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=115595311637715434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/115595311637715434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/115595311637715434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2006/08/european-vacation.html' title='European Vacation'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-114530651328037502</id><published>2006-04-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:45:49.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>My new shiny &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;MacBook Pro&lt;/a&gt; won't sync with my iBook, so after 10 attempts and troubleshooting like a PC user, I called AppleCare. At one point I said "Sir, there is an apple on my screen and you are asking me if it's a pear or an orange". They didn't fix my problem but they did however, make me laugh at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-114530651328037502?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/114530651328037502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=114530651328037502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/114530651328037502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/114530651328037502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2006/04/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-112120736733181797</id><published>2005-07-12T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T15:29:50.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scenes from the taxi driver's seat</title><content type='html'>When entering a taxi alone, my usual drill is to enjoy the silent void that occurs, opting to enjoy the scenery and sounds of the city as they go whizzing by. I revel in the idea that for a brief moment, there is nothing to do, or therefore worry about. I changed my stance for one ride, just the other day as I hopped into a taxi and noticed a &lt;a href="http://nikonimaging.com/global/products/digitalcamera/slr/d70/"&gt;Nikon D70&lt;/a&gt; around the driver's neck. I asked about it since I have one.  We talked about our old &lt;a href="http://www.canon.com/camera-museum/camera/1976-1986/data/1978_a1.html"&gt;Canon A-1&lt;/a&gt; cameras and how wonderful they were, and had a lovely conversation about photography. When we arrived at the destination, he introduced himself as Phil and handed me a flyer with a URL where I could view his pictures titled &lt;a href="http://liboriogangi.tripod.com/DriversSeat.htm"&gt;"Scenes from the Taxi Driver's Seat"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://liboriogangi.tripod.com/"&gt;his site&lt;/a&gt; today and found that his name is Philip Liborio Gangi. He has photos that extend beyond the driver's seat; of which are excellent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-112120736733181797?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/112120736733181797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=112120736733181797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/112120736733181797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/112120736733181797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2005/07/scenes-from-taxi-drivers-seat.html' title='scenes from the taxi driver&apos;s seat'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-111863902445497771</id><published>2005-06-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:04:37.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: my flight to boston</title><content type='html'>To my surprise, &lt;a href="http://www.jetblue.com/"&gt;JetBlue&lt;/a&gt; wrote me back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Sara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your email, and for taking the time to let us know of your discomfort during your recent JetBlue flight. We certainly recognize this was an uncomfortable situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make every attempt to seat our larger customers in a row that might allow them to have two seats. However, when a flight like yours is full, we do not always have that option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an expression of our sincere apologies, we have issued you an electronic JetBlue voucher in the amount of $134.00. Your voucher is good for any of our destinations and is valid for one year. When you are ready to use your voucher, please give us a call at 1-800-JETBLUE. Give the confirmation number from your original flight, your voucher code and voucher number to one of our crewmembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We genuinely value your patronage, and your comments. We have forwarded your message to our Customer Service Manager for review so we might find an alternate solution to this situation and to better serve you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to a future opportunity to welcome you aboard JetBlue so that we may regain your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy&lt;br /&gt;Customer Commitment Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being the complaining type, but in this situation, I was pleasantly surprised by their proactive response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-111863902445497771?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/111863902445497771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=111863902445497771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/111863902445497771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/111863902445497771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2005/06/re-my-flight-to-boston.html' title='RE: my flight to boston'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-111841457132434547</id><published>2005-06-10T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:07:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my flight to boston</title><content type='html'>I had some type of lame experience on my flight, so when I arrived to find an email from&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jetblue.com/"&gt;JetBlue&lt;/a&gt; titled "JetBlue Customer Satisfaction Survey", I was compelled to write the following letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the email requesting comments. I just flew to Boston two days ago from the Oakland airport. My flight was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date Flt Depart Arrive Stops&lt;br /&gt;07 Jun 05 472 Oakland, CA 10:05am Boston, MA 6:45pm 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my interactions and the process of flight boarding was fine, I did thoroughly have the worst flight I have ever had. Forgive me if you feel my complaint is unworthy of attention, as it is not my intention to be overly frank and therefore inappropriate but it is rather something I feel that your management should develop some type of policy towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seated next to an obese man, who should have been given two seats by any perceptive individual. The gentleman was so large that the arm rest between us had to be up. This allowed him to extended into my seating area; over 1/3 of my given space. I was unable to watch television the entire 5+ hour flight as his body enveloped the controls that were on the arm rest somewhere behind him. Further, I was unable to put my drink table down as his leg was in the way. As a result, I had to put my legs in the aisle to be remotely comfortable, was unable to work on my computer and in general was severely comfortless the entire flight. When my neighboring peer thoroughly ruins my flight experience, and I'm expected to be socially polite about it, the issue needs to be addressed. While obesity is generally accepted in any given social situation, I feel that the line must be drawn when size is so crucial in the example of an airplane where each person pays for the real estate they take up; 1 seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that &lt;a href="http://www.jetblue.com/"&gt;JetBlue&lt;/a&gt; is an excellent airline and I support your cause. It would be great to know this email was received. This is not a joke at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindest regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after submitting my comment, I had a new email:  "Thank You for Speaking Up!".  I'm sure my letter will never be read, but I enjoyed stealing an hour of sleep to write it in my hotel room late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-111841457132434547?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/111841457132434547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=111841457132434547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/111841457132434547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/111841457132434547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2005/06/my-flight-to-boston.html' title='my flight to boston'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-111260455156123115</id><published>2005-04-04T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:49:11.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flickr</title><content type='html'>i know it's old news to everyone, but i think &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; is the best thing since &lt;a href="http://www.deliaonline.com/picturelibrary/jpeg230/wi/wi214-traditional-apple-pie.jpg"&gt;apple pie&lt;/a&gt;, but not &lt;a href="http://www.evhead.com"&gt;sp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-111260455156123115?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/111260455156123115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=111260455156123115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/111260455156123115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/111260455156123115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2005/04/flickr.html' title='flickr'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-109821797883550040</id><published>2004-10-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:47:53.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work notions</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was pondering my seemingly useless Political Science major today and conceived that it's not as useless as I had once deemed it to be. After all, I find usefulness in my ability to deduce situations and conclude my opinion. As I sit and observe my work place, two things come to mind: 1...Some people are control freaks and some are not. 2...Some people are bureaucratic and some get caught up in compartmentalization. How this translates into the work environment that is created for everyone around, is critical in materializing self at work; at the intimate, individual level. So I'm left wondering: Can you delete the nature of a workplace in order to be happy at a great company, or do you have to seek out a new workplace and therefore, company? I choose the latter and took a leap of faith.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-109821797883550040?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/109821797883550040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=109821797883550040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109821797883550040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109821797883550040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/10/work-notions.html' title='work notions'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-109709687081401407</id><published>2004-10-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:54:44.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naya.  080297-100504</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/712/640/Naya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/712/320/Naya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sometimes I looked at Naya and wondered what she would say if she could talk. Would she talk about the seasons of change in my life? Tell you of the places she had lived and the miles she had traveled? Which state she liked best? How she hated rain and loved the snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acquired her a month before I turned 20 at a party in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Los Gatos&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. I was visiting home at the time and so she went back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Eugene&lt;/st1:City&gt;,  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;OR&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with me. From there she went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Boulder&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;CO&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and then returned back to the Bay Area last year. She was my favorite little friend that was more than just a cat and was there for every second of my 20's until 27. She would dance with me when I wanted, stare at me when I cried and lay with me when I slept. Yellow Eyes was the best cat ever. =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering the loss I feel and how terrible it feels to lose something; anything that you love. And then I'm reminded of the age old saying of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Saint Augustine&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: "Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." I know it sounds cliché but I don't care. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-109709687081401407?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/109709687081401407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=109709687081401407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109709687081401407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109709687081401407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/10/naya-080297-100504.html' title='Naya.  080297-100504'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-109535427959130467</id><published>2004-09-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:08:32.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blurps from a meeting:</title><content type='html'>sterling achievements&lt;br /&gt;super duper&lt;br /&gt;crack the nut&lt;br /&gt;economic volunteers&lt;br /&gt;digest this&lt;br /&gt;toast&lt;br /&gt;humble pie&lt;br /&gt;shoe horn&lt;br /&gt;nasty grams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-109535427959130467?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/109535427959130467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=109535427959130467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109535427959130467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109535427959130467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/09/blurps-from-meeting.html' title='blurps from a meeting:'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-109362698078946962</id><published>2004-08-27T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T10:16:20.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>create your own stamps</title><content type='html'>You can put &lt;a href="http://photo.stamps.com/"&gt;your own photo on a stamp&lt;/a&gt;.  It's double the cost of a regular stamp, but maybe worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-109362698078946962?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/109362698078946962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=109362698078946962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109362698078946962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/109362698078946962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/08/create-your-own-stamps.html' title='create your own stamps'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-1090285472978015</id><published>2004-07-19T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T18:04:32.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math: Work  A New Angle?</title><content type='html'>Are you slotted above an &lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0US%21s5.31472_315529/HP.1001?http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/departments/homework/?GT1=4244&amp;amp;&amp;amp;cm=TodayonMSNStandard&amp;amp;hl=Quiz:"&gt;8th grade level&lt;/a&gt;?  Sad&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-1090285472978015?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/1090285472978015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=1090285472978015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/1090285472978015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/1090285472978015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/07/math-work-new-angle.html' title='Math: Work  A New Angle?'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-108915947405580153</id><published>2004-07-06T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:17:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Time</title><content type='html'>I'm liking the Angry Little Girls &lt;a href="http://www.angrylittlegirls.com/images/04.07.05.gif"&gt;comic of the week&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-108915947405580153?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/108915947405580153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=108915947405580153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108915947405580153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108915947405580153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/07/tea-time_06.html' title='Tea Time'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-108774225276539985</id><published>2004-06-20T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T07:37:30.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaze Timothy Strangio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/712/640/IMG_1390.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/712/320/IMG_1390.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-108774225276539985?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/108774225276539985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=108774225276539985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108774225276539985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108774225276539985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/06/blaze-timothy-strangio.html' title='Blaze Timothy Strangio'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-108774128815673545</id><published>2004-06-20T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:50:11.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melia Desiree Strangio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/712/640/IMG_1400.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/712/320/IMG_1400.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20000-names.com/female_hawaiian_names.htm"&gt;Melia&lt;/a&gt; = Plumeria&lt;br /&gt;Born: June 20, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4:26 am&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 5 lbs 12 oz.&lt;br /&gt;Born in the Year of the: &lt;a href="http://www.chinesefortunecalendar.com/2004.htm"&gt;Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrological Sign: &lt;a href="http://www.astrologycom.com/gemini.html"&gt;Gemini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-108774128815673545?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/108774128815673545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=108774128815673545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108774128815673545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108774128815673545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/06/melia-desiree-strangio.html' title='Melia Desiree Strangio'/><author><name>Sara E. Morishige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11293803485794514237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2863645_03bcdd78b1.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6938102.post-108741330922521124</id><published>2004-06-16T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T12:15:09.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.E.K</title><content type='html'>I was in the buying mood this morning and bought a new book by BEK.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0743252187/qid=1087412993/sr=ka-1/ref=pd_ka_1/103-2650523-7542203"&gt;This Is A Bad Time&lt;/a&gt; was just published by &lt;a href="http://www.simonsays.com/"&gt;Simon &amp; Schuster&lt;/a&gt;.  Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6938102-108741330922521124?l=www.saramorishige.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/feeds/108741330922521124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6938102&amp;postID=108741330922521124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108741330922521124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6938102/posts/default/108741330922521124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.saramorishige.com/2004/06/bek.html' title='B.E.K'/><author><name>Sara E. 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