<?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-5095312</id><updated>2011-07-24T11:06:52.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin With Rabies</title><subtitle type='html'>Life on beautiful Cape Cod.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>382</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-116519498534895416</id><published>2006-12-03T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:16:25.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drama Class Update

Instead of a final for my drama class, I have to work with a classmate to put on a ten-minute scene. Here's the one I'm working on, it's called "Crash" and I play Julie. 

http://web.ukonline.co.uk/pdwilson/Crash.htm

I'm enjoying myself and will be really sorry when the class is over. I wish there was some way to continue on with it. I don't want to do community theater, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116519498534895416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116519498534895416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/12/drama-class-update-instead-of-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-116385927031917566</id><published>2006-11-18T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:07:49.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid Progressives

I'm done with reading the Blue Mass Group blog. Elvis has not only left the building, but is dead as a doornail and lying face-down in his own vomit. 

Immediately after the ConCon, they had a number of blog entries hand-wringing over how terrible it was that the anti-marriage amendment was killed procedurally. A certain segment of their contributers wants everything to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116385927031917566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116385927031917566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-progressives-im-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-116203919399822838</id><published>2006-10-28T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:21:03.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Latest Acting Class - Stage Combat

I couldn't believe he burned my books. What an asshole. So I got in his face and started yelling and that's when he slapped me. And that's when I punched him back. Hard.

Yup, we had a stage combat class the other night. We first learned the techniques ("learned" is a very rough description here, for the most part our punches, kicks and hits wouldn't have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116203919399822838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116203919399822838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/10/latest-acting-class-stage-combat-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-116122220055162143</id><published>2006-10-18T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:44:18.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite things. 

This is what a bead studio should look like. Mine does not look like this, alas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116122220055162143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116122220055162143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-favorite-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-116111806961963923</id><published>2006-10-17T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:47:49.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm working on my monologue from Burn This, a play by Lanford Wilson. And in the interest of knowing the context of the monologue, I got the play out of the library.

Had I read the play beforehand, I wouldn't have picked this monologue. My character is a drip. I think Lanford Wilson meant to create a modern romantic drama for our time. 

Instead, I think he couldn't stop himself from asking, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116111806961963923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116111806961963923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-working-on-my-monologue-from-burn.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-116093925885342380</id><published>2006-10-15T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:46:38.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whale Watch Pictures

I think this one is a dolphin...




And this splash too. Dolphins are fast little buggers.

 
A humpback,



Another shot of a humpback, I'm very pleased with this one. 



Last but not least, a humpback's tail,

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116093925885342380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/116093925885342380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/10/whale-watch-pictures-i-think-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-115949016558557068</id><published>2006-09-28T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:59:15.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Brilliant CareerI'm horribly shy when meeting people for the first time, so I thought I'd try an acting class. It also fulfills a requirement, but quite frankly, I'd take the class without that. I'm just sick of being afraid of my own voice. So here's how it's gone,

First class: Improvs galore. Utter agony. Utterly excruciating. Three hours spent with my heart pounding, sweaty,  and ready to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115949016558557068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115949016558557068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-brilliant-careerim-horribly-shy.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-115793495104647344</id><published>2006-09-10T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:45:57.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cleome or Spider Flower

I finally read the instructions on how to take close-ups with my newish camera and I thought I'd try it on the Spider Flower growing in our front yard,

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115793495104647344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115793495104647344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/09/cleome-or-spider-flower-i-finally-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-115729375973161061</id><published>2006-09-03T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:32:02.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Guys. 

Long time no post. I'll spare you the details and share an awesome late-summer recipe. 

This is inspired by a tomato/feta salad that the Barnstable Village General Store used to offer. I also looked up this and this.

Tomato Cucumber Feta Salad

Ingredients:
Tomatoes
Cucumbers
Feta cheese
Vinegar
Salt

Also, a smallish piece of tupperware or a medium size bowl. 

Wash and cut up the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115729375973161061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115729375973161061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-115111616409351685</id><published>2006-06-23T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:29:24.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taste of Midsummer

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115111616409351685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/115111616409351685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/06/taste-of-midsummer.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114935287357676768</id><published>2006-06-03T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T12:41:57.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next weekend.

The Boston Dyke March is for everyone!

lesbians - dykes - bi-women - boychicks - tomboys - grrrls - lesbian moms - lesbianas femmes - butches - transwomen - androgs - queer women - gay girls - womanists - sororitygirls with pearls who are sleeping together - dykes on bikes - lesbian crones - african american lesbians - rural dykes - goddesses - poly girls - amazons - hippy chicks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114935287357676768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114935287357676768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/06/next-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114883804320688155</id><published>2006-05-28T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T13:41:43.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tricksy locals

I got distracted and just missed the farmer's market yesterday. But I had to go into Orleans anyway and indulged in one of those local Cape Cod hacks, using the back roads.

From Dennis to Orleans, I could take 6A and fight traffic. Actually, I did just that on my way out. Or I could pick up Route 39 to Freeman's Way to (I think) Queen Anne's and make my way from Orleans to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114883804320688155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114883804320688155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/05/tricksy-locals-i-got-distracted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114874070990288144</id><published>2006-05-27T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:38:29.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess where I'm going today?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114874070990288144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114874070990288144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-where-im-going-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114765052770337591</id><published>2006-05-14T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:05:20.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love these beads. I want to buy them and pop them in my mouth like candies.

Speaking of things to eat, this weekend we had a guest who brought us a papaya. He recently spent some time in warm places and he came back to cold rainy Massachusetts still dreaming of tropical markets and wanting to share the experience. 

More prosaicly, this papaya came from Trader Joe's.  I'd never had one before,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114765052770337591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114765052770337591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-these-beads.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114730898026565180</id><published>2006-05-10T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:56:20.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Foods I want.

Orange creamsicles. 

Fresh asparagus. 

Corn on the cob.

Lobster.

Strawberries.

Homemade gingersnaps with vanilla ice cream.

Fresh-picked green beans.

Does this list suggest I'm just a little sick and tired of it being fifty degrees and raining and am longing for summer? Oh yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114730898026565180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114730898026565180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/05/foods-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114696131906907766</id><published>2006-05-06T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:23:27.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Claire of the Moon

Just saw Claire of the Moon. Straight Claire meets lesbian Noel at a writer's conference and the two of them are irritated by and then attracted to each other. Within the first five minutes I asked the Spousal Unit just how long this movie was, because Christ Almighty, this movie is lesbian. Lots of sighing, lingering scenes of people looking out of windows at scenery and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114696131906907766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114696131906907766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/05/claire-of-moon-just-saw-claire-of-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114670844336032404</id><published>2006-05-03T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:14:25.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My feet have wings.
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  I've been wanting to walk regularly and I haven't had the right pair of athletic shoes. The way some women get weepy and hand-wringing about bathing suits, that's how I am about athletic shoes. I don't like most sneakers because they look...sneakery. They make me think Bad Thoughts. I wore sneakers in middle school gym. Tourists wear sneakers. My insane freshman </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114670844336032404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114670844336032404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-feet-have-wings.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114618891689663363</id><published>2006-04-27T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:51:21.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet Carmen,

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We had always planned to get two kitties and we found the perfect friend for Sketchy. The two of them were living in the same house and based on our limited information, Carmen might be Sketchy's Mom. 

We were hoping for cats that would tolerate each other and even grow to like each other. Carmen and Sketchy adore each other. They groom each other, play together, and sleep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114618891689663363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114618891689663363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/04/meet-carmen-we-had-always-planned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114574194275751348</id><published>2006-04-22T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:46:45.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet Sketchy "Osama" Day 





You think he's going to sleep quietly at the foot of the bed. At 3am he wants to "play". Which means stalking and gnawing on your arm and tipping the water glass onto the bed.


He's about six months old and a beautiful, loving cat brimming with purrs and obviously starved for affection. Every time I see him race about the house or nuzzle us on the couch, I smile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114574194275751348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114574194275751348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/04/meet-sketchy-osama-day-you-think-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114511399238382698</id><published>2006-04-15T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T11:14:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick update

I have had a very busy past two weeks settling into my new job. I don't want to post too much about it here except to say that it's challenging and much more satisfying than my last job. 

We had a guest from California last weekend. She was determined to "do" the Cape so we got outside a lot which really meant sitting in our car and watching rain pound down on the ocean. LOL. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114511399238382698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114511399238382698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-update-i-have-had-very-busy-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114391543099878667</id><published>2006-04-01T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:28:23.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.I.P. Sweetie 

Earlier this week, we lost our much beloved cat. She was quite old (nineteen years) and her health had been failing for some time. 

There were a lot of stressful vet visits last summer and we made a decision not put her and ourselves through that again. We discontinued the meds she hated taking, fed her favorite treats, and provided her with lots of petting and attention. 

We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114391543099878667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114391543099878667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/04/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114334361412048451</id><published>2006-03-25T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:30:55.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Hate Mondays
 
Today I woke up fully refreshed  and after coffee, completed a project in twenty minutes that has been weighing on me for the past six months. 

After puttering some more, I cleaned up around the office and found a Gameboy that has been missing for three months. I ran an errand I've been putting off for two months. After coming home, I did some touching up a paint job in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114334361412048451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114334361412048451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-hate-mondays-today-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114281962235402923</id><published>2006-03-19T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:53:42.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Dutch Spiral Pictures


Another view of my Dutch Spiral work.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114281962235402923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114281962235402923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-dutch-spiral-pictures-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114278852663993013</id><published>2006-03-19T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:59:21.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dutch Spiral Pictures



Just search on Google and you'll get all sorts of resources on how to work this beautiful stitch. 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114278852663993013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114278852663993013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/03/dutch-spiral-pictures-just-search-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114218227976016518</id><published>2006-03-12T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:36:07.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pleasant Saturday

Yesterday I got to meet the very charming Rockgirl from the Dune Shack. It was mildly shocking to be meeting someone new on Cape but quite pleasant. We did some yarn shopping at Ladybug Knitting in Dennis and I ended up with a book called Confessions of a Knitting Heretic which looks like an idea book as opposed to a techniques book. I already have a lot to think about just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114218227976016518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114218227976016518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/03/pleasant-saturday-yesterday-i-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-114157800682241797</id><published>2006-03-05T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:00:06.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Added

Hothouse Blogging for Lesbians

Perfect mix of celebrity fluff, politics and pop commentary. Highly recommended.





Confessions of a Chantraphile

Because I need to read more beadwork blogs and get inspired. 

One of the commonalities I'm seeing more and more in crafting blogs is that people need to periodically take a step back from what they're doing and re-examine how they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114157800682241797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/114157800682241797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-added-hothouse-blogging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113985682625711805</id><published>2006-02-13T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:53:46.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blog is the new Black

Miss Mary's Gazette is now a blog. I'm not a *big* Victoriana fan, but Miss Mary goes for the weird and the crafty often enough to hold my interest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113985682625711805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113985682625711805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-is-new-black-miss-marys-gazette.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113976879037103332</id><published>2006-02-12T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:26:30.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Craft Blog from Turkey

Beadwork, crochet (?), knitting, flower rug, all kinds of good stuff at Elifce.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113976879037103332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113976879037103332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/02/craft-blog-from-turkey-beadwork.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113953985285285558</id><published>2006-02-09T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:54:20.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of KnowThyNeighbor.org,

Help the Puzzles Hate Crime Victims 

On Wednesday, February 2, 2006, Jacob D. Robida, 18, entered Puzzles Lounge in New Bedford, MA with a hatchet, a gun and a question. His question was, "Is this a gay bar?" 

The positive answer that he was given prompted Robida to put three innocent men in the hospital as Massachusetts was rocked with one of the biggest hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113953985285285558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113953985285285558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/02/courtesy-of-knowthyneighbor.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113882324612369347</id><published>2006-02-01T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:47:26.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UrbanGlass Bead Expo

March 24,25 and 26, 2006
Metropolitan Pavilion
123 West 18th Street @6th Avenue
New York City

UrbanGlass presents the ninth annual Glass Bead Expo featuring contemporary glass beadmakers from all over the U.S., Canada and Europe. For a complete list of exhibitors, please visit their website. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113882324612369347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113882324612369347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/02/urbanglass-bead-expo-march-2425-and-26.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113873150583622892</id><published>2006-01-31T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:18:25.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Snark is Strong in Young Skywalker

The Cape is FULL of old people and old *acting* people. People who give the impression of being uninterested in anything beyond what happened thirty years ago and how life has really gone to heck since then. If you live here and this isn't how you are, you adopt a resigned tolerance because you're always going to be outnumbered.

Fresh-faced young cashier: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113873150583622892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113873150583622892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/01/snark-is-strong-in-young-skywalker.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113855019844366601</id><published>2006-01-29T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T10:58:07.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

As promised earlier, here is a picture of the city of Ottawa.

Please click on it, it's really quite stunning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113855019844366601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113855019844366601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-promised-earlier-here-is-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113790068861493708</id><published>2006-01-21T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:31:28.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yup, I'm a cult member. 

I have spent an embarrassing amount of time today playing with the IKEA office planner. 

It's way cool and very easy to set up a room and then you can do 3-D views and OMG it's just fun. 

And it hasn't all been mindless entertainment. I've now planned the Office of the Gods and since the Spousal Unit didn't have to help me move furniture AND I got her input she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113790068861493708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113790068861493708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/01/yup-im-cult-member.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113777044848138381</id><published>2006-01-20T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:20:48.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh You Heel.

I'm just about to start the heel for my second sock made with this yarn. I always find this part nerve-wracking. And yes, I am the slowest knitter in the world. I promised the Spousal Unit socks and a kitty hat and damn, I have no idea when I'll get it done.

I just requested The War of Art from the library. I need a creative spur in the ribs and this looks like it might be the thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113777044848138381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113777044848138381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-you-heel.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113770760491748919</id><published>2006-01-19T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:53:24.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

If you liked Brokeback Mountain you'll love this fabric.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113770760491748919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113770760491748919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/01/cowboys-are-frequently-secretly-fond.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113717287932430497</id><published>2006-01-13T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:26:42.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Local and Semi-local Lampworking Classes

I have no idea when I'm going to be able to take lampworking classes, but posting the information I've gathered keeps me on track.

Leslie Spencer teaches lampworking. I asked some time ago about prices and she quoted me $250 for a day intensive or $50 per hour. 

I have heard the woman at Red Fish, Blue Fish will teach lampworking, but I've never seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113717287932430497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113717287932430497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2006/01/local-and-semi-local-lampworking.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113535735485235508</id><published>2005-12-23T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:23:15.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New Dayplanner

Gods, isn't she pretty? That picture doesn't adequately convey how attractive and pleasant to hold this planner is, you get a better idea from the group picture on the main website.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113535735485235508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113535735485235508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-dayplanner-gods-isnt-she-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113423354631529249</id><published>2005-12-10T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:55:26.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My day yesterday

At about 2:30, I left work to do some shopping in Hyannis.

At 3:30, I stepped out of Super Shop 'n Shop and directly into a horrific blizzard. Screaming wind. Whirling snow. People clutching groceries and shielding babies while stumbling to their cars.

I plan to drive back to work (it's on the way home anyway), but my way is blocked by several trees. I call the Spousal Unit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113423354631529249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113423354631529249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-day-yesterday-at-about-230-i-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113406102490991293</id><published>2005-12-08T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:11:49.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick Overview of our trip

The western Massachusetts part of our trip was a day longer than expected,


We went to the tubs.
I got to see the infamous WEBS. 
We discovered a really fantastic pastry shop in Northampton, behind Thorne's market.
We got to see a friend of ours we haven't seen since 1993.
 



Driving through Vermont was hellacious,



It snowed.

We hit a guardrail.

It was wicked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113406102490991293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113406102490991293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/12/quick-overview-of-our-trip-western.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113233497164519019</id><published>2005-11-18T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:29:31.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't wait

I still have miles to go before I sleep, but next week I'm going to Canada by way of western Massachusetts and Vermont.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113233497164519019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113233497164519019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/11/cant-wait-i-still-have-miles-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113193231795489857</id><published>2005-11-13T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:38:37.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Sore, So Tired, So Satisfied

We braved the crowds and went to the first IKEA in Massachusetts. It was head-meltingly packed with people a lot of whom seemed to be there just to play tourist. Which I don't get. We *had* to buy some furniture and *knew* IKEA had an exact piece that we needed. You couldn't have paid me to go there otherwise.

Although I did get an opportunity to work on my socks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113193231795489857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113193231795489857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-sore-so-tired-so-satisfied-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113133024423080254</id><published>2005-11-06T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:29:23.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thar's Ticks in Them Thar HillsWe had an afternoon of hiking and seeing if we'd gotten our money's worth for a donation to some newly acquired Audobon land. As it turns out, it's an absolutely lovely spot, worth every penny and home to some unfortunate wildlife.

I'm driving home and I notice there's a black speck on my right hand. A moving black speck.

"Hon? I think I have a tick on my hand. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113133024423080254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113133024423080254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/11/thars-ticks-in-them-thar-hillswe-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113107153450410788</id><published>2005-11-03T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:32:14.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm sick.

Fever, aches, sneezing, sore throat. But none of it really bad enough to stay home from work. Not bad enough to be worth the aggravation of hearing, "Oh, can't you come in? We need help wiping our asses and you're the best ass-wiper we have."

I know I've been bitter and dull recently. It's just that when I'm active and busy at home is when I'm happiest. When I'm knitting or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113107153450410788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113107153450410788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113078552244062111</id><published>2005-10-31T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:05:22.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Candy For Me

And no pumpkins, no costumes, none of that. Just a typical Monday thirteen-hour day. My first work during the day, my second work in the afternoon and my class at night. I'll be home just in time for a haggard Spousal Unit to be bidding the last of our Trick-or-Treaters goodbye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113078552244062111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113078552244062111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-candy-for-me-and-no-pumpkins-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113064559988653497</id><published>2005-10-30T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:14:31.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love This Time of Year

I just successfully resisted watching "The Shining". There is no reason for me to watch a movie I know backwards and forwards that *will* leave me jumping at shadows for a week.

None at all.

Besides, there's movies I haven't seen yet that will have the same effect.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113064559988653497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113064559988653497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-love-this-time-of-year-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-113025507192771284</id><published>2005-10-25T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:44:31.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a Real Cape Codder Says About Storms

"Yuh, it's bad outside, but I figure with the storms we had this past winter, anything that was going to come down came down already. No need to worry."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113025507192771284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/113025507192771284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-real-cape-codder-says-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112925046033361787</id><published>2005-10-13T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:41:00.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My work/life balance is seriously out of balance. 

I don't ask for much. I want to work enough to enjoy the lifestyle to which I have become accustomed and have some time left over for hobbies and playing with the cat and socializing. 

I was expecting fall to be difficult. I'm working two jobs and going to school part-time. But the big problem is really my primary job. Each day feels like an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112925046033361787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112925046033361787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-worklife-balance-is-seriously-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112723012772543678</id><published>2005-09-20T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:29:37.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Put My Mittens on a String

I couldn't find my socks before leaving for work. Monday is a thirteen hour day and Tuesday is an eleven hour day so my ability to deal with frustration is pretty low. Today I stood in the middle of the living room  and announced that if it was going to be that way, I was going out without wearing socks with my shoes. Goddamit.

Luckily the Spousal Unit and our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112723012772543678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112723012772543678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-put-my-mittens-on-string-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112628853567342432</id><published>2005-09-09T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:36:02.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe this birthing babies thing isn't for me

Last night we watched Swimming Upstream, a documentary that shows a year in the life of a lesbian couple who plan and have a baby together. It's a good documentary, although the theme music is kinda lesbian.

There's a lot of drama that leads up to the birth (breech presentation, C-section) and you think that's the end of it. But then their baby has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112628853567342432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112628853567342432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/09/maybe-this-birthing-babies-thing-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112597240470478102</id><published>2005-09-05T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:06:44.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Treasures found

I've been working on a Flylady 27-Day Room Rescue for our basement. The idea is that you work on your worst room for twenty-seven days, five minutes per day and certainly our basement has qualified. 



I'm about two and a half weeks in and it's great. It's made a BIG difference in that room. But this weekend it wasn't about clearing the clutter, it was about finding something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112597240470478102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112597240470478102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/09/treasures-found-ive-been-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112578137175722254</id><published>2005-09-03T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:19:56.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back.

I read today in the Cape Cod Times that various Cape organizations are donating money to Hurricane Katrina relief efforts. This bit caught my eye,

The Catania Hospitality Group, owners of the Dan'l Webster Inn and Hearth 'n Kettle Restaurants, plans to host a fundraiser on Tuesday.

The Catania Group will donate 10 percent of every guest's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112578137175722254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112578137175722254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-break-your-arm-patting-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112571269385720204</id><published>2005-09-02T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:00:43.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anything I could write just seems so petty and trivial compared to the disaster in the southeast United States. I'll post some links from people who are there instead.

The Interdictor
 is writing from a datacenter in New Orleans that still has power and an internet connection. 

Trekking Bob is writing from Mississippi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112571269385720204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112571269385720204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/09/anything-i-could-write-just-seems-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112490202598503526</id><published>2005-08-24T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:06:45.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kul-CHAH
I live less than two hours from Boston and theoretically have access to all sorts of wonders. But I'm quite lazy so I don't go there that often. This time I made the effort and went to visit the Quilts of Gees Bend exhibit at the MFA. 

I had heard a lot of hype from various publications about how striking and awe-inspiring the quilt designs were. You know what? It's all true. I'm so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112490202598503526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112490202598503526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/08/kul-chah-i-live-less-than-two-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112395181420523201</id><published>2005-08-13T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:53:10.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cool, Cool Feeling of SuccessThe other morning, the Spousal Unit was whimpering about how hot it was. I was whimpering about how difficult it was going to be to put the air conditioner unit in. And after that description, don't you just want to sit next to us during long bus ride? 

"Okay, let's do it now."

"Now?" (Spousal Unit looks around at the brewing coffee and our naked selves just out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112395181420523201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112395181420523201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/08/cool-cool-feeling-of-successthe-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112282741702968082</id><published>2005-07-31T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:20:25.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crankiness 

A blabbering bint was behind us at the Ani Difranco concert. Actually, it was a pair, but one of them did most of the talking. There was an older and a younger and the older was trying to get into the younger's pants by impressing her with tales of goings on behind the scenes at the Newport Folk Festival. She talked over, under and through songs like she was in her own living room. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112282741702968082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112282741702968082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/07/crankiness-blabbering-bint-was-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112222092555384700</id><published>2005-07-24T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:02:05.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy August


Ani DiFranco with Erin McKeown
this Friday. 

Right now I'm knitting this kerchief in this yarn. It's going to be a rainbow colored scarf because I'm going to completely geek it up for Family Week. Some good friends of ours are coming and maybe I'll also try to knit them little gifties out of this yarn. We'll see. 

One of the annoying things about Family Week is they don't post the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112222092555384700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112222092555384700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/07/busy-august-ani-difranco-with-erin.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112214938567386815</id><published>2005-07-23T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:09:45.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not the heat...

Life has been one giant ball of miserable heat, stickiness, heat rash and swollen and itching mosquito bites.

Until last night when we had a terrific thunderstorm and everything cooled off. Right now it's 78 degrees and only 50% humidity. It's wonderful, absolutely wonderful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112214938567386815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112214938567386815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-not-heat.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112144409093347735</id><published>2005-07-15T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:18:51.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise EndingI gritted my teeth and got the work done on my car. But I got a pleasant surprise when I went to pick it up and looked at the work order.

When I was talking to the car people on the phone, we discussed work that had to be done and work that should be done. Now, I *thought* that the work that had to be done was going to total $1,400 and I also thought had opted out of the work that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112144409093347735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112144409093347735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/07/surprise-endingi-gritted-my-teeth-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112119775746510641</id><published>2005-07-12T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T15:50:27.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no no no...

My car needs work.

$1,400 worth of work.

I am not happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112119775746510641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112119775746510641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-no-no-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-112052080563151819</id><published>2005-07-04T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:46:45.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our Very Queer Weekend

We have had the BEST weekend. Saturday, I took the Spousal Unit to see Melissa Ferrick at Vixen. This was mainly a treat for the Spousal Unit who is a big fan, but goddamit, Ferrick rocks. She is terrific and intense performer. And if you get a chance, you should see her and buy all of her albums and make her rich and well known.. Because she deserves to be rich and well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112052080563151819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/112052080563151819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/07/our-very-queer-weekend-we-have-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111996314223226521</id><published>2005-06-28T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T08:55:46.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The only bad part is going to work

Today is gloriously damp and foggy. We have a "dense fog advisory", ...motorists are urged to slow down and use low beams when driving in
areas of dense fog through mid morning...

This is the sort of day that separates the real Cape Codders from the tourists. "Real" in this case having nothing to do with how long you've been here, but whether you appreciate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111996314223226521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111996314223226521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-bad-part-is-going-to-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111989737661546861</id><published>2005-06-27T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:37:00.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday was fabulous

We went to one of our old favorites, Provincetown. We caught the Blessing of the Fleet parade, windowshopped, ordered lobsters at the Lobster Pot, ate fried dough and ate gelato. 

I think the highlight of the day was a surreal encounter with the male store clerk in Toys of Eros. Don't get me wrong, he was helpful. Much too helpful. ;)  Poor guy, no matter how nice and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111989737661546861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111989737661546861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturday-was-fabulous-we-went-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111901931538270998</id><published>2005-06-17T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:42:54.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pleasant Thoughts

I think I'm going to buy lots of plants and set up our window boxes this weekend.

The artwork for the Gashlycrumb Tinies is coming back for an exhibit at the Gorey House.

Our strawberries are finally ripe. Yum.

Not So Pleasant Thoughts

The damp sluggish weather has settled into my bones and into our house. I saw a silverfish in the living room today and an earwig in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111901931538270998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111901931538270998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/06/pleasant-thoughts-i-think-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111867287149939176</id><published>2005-06-13T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:33:12.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Wash-A-Shores Are So Cute

I know someone who is new to these parts.

"We have really bad mosquitos in our yard. Do you have really bad mosquitoes in your yard?"

Well yes. It's summer on Cape Cod. There are mosquitoes here. Wait until she gets a load of greenheads.

What do you think the odds are of her running back to the city before August?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111867287149939176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111867287149939176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-wash-shores-are-so-cute-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111721118596392606</id><published>2005-05-27T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:28:02.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attack of the Cheap Cape Codders

I've mentioned before that my parents like to fondly believe that a house and things in a house can regenerate without any maintenance. I'm doing my part to persuade that life in the 21st century can be good.

Me: "Yeah, it's down on the list, but we'd like to re-do the bathroom at some point."

My Mom: "Oh. Is there something broken?"

Me: "It would be nice to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111721118596392606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111721118596392606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/attack-of-cheap-cape-codders-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111686917274989249</id><published>2005-05-23T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:28:29.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No joy at the old mill

I visited the *Old Mill in Brewster yesterday. There are hordes of seagulls around so I was expecting to still see herring. In fact, I really looked forward to seeing herring because I missed them last year. I walked all over and NO HERRING.  Stupid gulls. I've missed the herring again and won't see them before another long winter. Wah!

*The Significant Other has noted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111686917274989249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111686917274989249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-joy-at-old-mill-i-visited-old-mill.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111654462474482129</id><published>2005-05-19T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:17:53.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I worship Dan Savage

I just ran across while reading this week's Savage Love,


"Researchers have been hard at work on two vaccines for HPV, vaccines that could save thousands of women's lives. In clinical trials the vaccines have prevented 90 percent of new HPV infections. Good news, huh? Not for the religious right. Bridget Maher of the Family Research Council told New Scientist magazine that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111654462474482129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111654462474482129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-worship-dan-savage-i-just-ran-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111654246840073314</id><published>2005-05-19T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T18:41:08.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mass Moments

Mass Moments is a daily almanac of Massachusetts history to run throughout 2005. The Moments appear on the website, radio or you can get them sent to you via email. 

Very cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111654246840073314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111654246840073314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/mass-moments-mass-moments-is-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111635374623943981</id><published>2005-05-17T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T14:15:46.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lurking in the medicine cabinet

Our house's interior has some of the lousiest paint jobs imaginable. A particularly cheap and nasty builder's white. I'm finally getting around to putting some color on the walls and I remembered a painter friend had told me that isopropyl alcohol (rubbing alcohol) was effective at removing latex paint splatters. I was searching for Googled confirmation of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111635374623943981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111635374623943981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/lurking-in-medicine-cabinet-our-houses.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111620783851733710</id><published>2005-05-15T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T21:59:19.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tried, I really did.
My mother and father are Cheap Cape Codders (tm) and are hoping to wake up one day to find the house has mysteriously repaired itself. I occasionally try to persuade them of the advantages of calling in a contractor before the roof falls in.

Me: "Oh yeah, we're getting our septic tank pumped next Friday." 

My Mom: "Ho hum."

Me: "They say every four years. When was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111620783851733710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111620783851733710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-tried-i-really-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111600018786094547</id><published>2005-05-13T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:32:43.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really am this much of a slacker

I've been quietly congratulating myself for requesting a contractor visit this coming Friday afternoon. A jump-start on my weekend and the quicker and more efficiently they work, the quicker they get a jump-start on *their* weekend.


Lovecraft meets Livejournal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111600018786094547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111600018786094547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-really-am-this-much-of-slacker-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111593192737172399</id><published>2005-05-12T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:06:36.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Stupid Skateboarder Kid...

I feel your pain, really I do. I remember being a tween girl and cursing the sandy narrow roads that interfered with roller-skating. 

But teetering on your skateboard in the road while a semi and my car try to squeeze past you? Not so smart. You are little. We are big. You need to bug your parents to drive you some place where you can skateboard safely.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111593192737172399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111593192737172399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/dear-stupid-skateboarder-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111559982412491629</id><published>2005-05-08T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:09:03.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring on Cape Cod
 
Pictures of my daffodils being whipped around by a chill wind under a grey sky pouring dismal rain won't work. 
So, I don't think I'm going to have any submissions for Dave's photo challenge in the near future. 


Not related to anything,

Whether you use it for cuddling, warmth, or to hide from the media, 
this blanket will come in handy and folds easily during police </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111559982412491629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111559982412491629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/spring-on-cape-cod-pictures-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111556531030526650</id><published>2005-05-08T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T11:20:52.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Latest Project

A camera bag made from Marimekko remnants. The stitching is embarrassingly primitive in places, but it was a good project to get my hand back into sewing.



You can also see another picture here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111556531030526650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111556531030526650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/latest-project-camera-bag-made-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111538231858580059</id><published>2005-05-06T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T08:25:18.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things that go "crack" in the night

I'm a little scared of chiropractors, but maybe I should consider one. I just rubbed a sore muscle on my side and my neck cracked. That can't be right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111538231858580059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111538231858580059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-that-go-crack-in-night-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111534722646756449</id><published>2005-05-05T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T08:23:08.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The office watercooler

My desktop wallpaper at work is a picture of Bush sinking in a little cartoon boat with Cheney waving his arms from the cartoon water. It's from this article.

Today my scarily right-wing co-worker got a look at it, asked what it was, giggled when she figured it out and then suddenly realized that she was LAUGHING AT THE PRESIDENT, caught herself and quickly walked away. 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111534722646756449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111534722646756449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/office-watercooler-my-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111496127208206049</id><published>2005-05-01T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:29:44.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bead Geekery

SMP Designs presents a special event to celebrate spring!

Trunk Show ~ Saturday May 7, 11am - 5pm 

Featuring a beautiful collection from 

"THE BEADIN' PATH"  

Swarovski Austrian Crystal Beads and Pendants, and an awesome selection of Vintage Lucite and Glass bead strands! Stop by any time Saturday and get inspired to create!

Location is SMP Designs, 619 Main Street, Centerville</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111496127208206049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111496127208206049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/05/bead-geekery-smp-designs-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111473962035147634</id><published>2005-04-28T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:57:40.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bluegrass GothicIf you're having trouble getting up the nerve to cut your wrists, I recommend listening to the Be Good Tanya's Chinatown. The CD includes,

Two songs about drug addiction.

One song about a dead pet.

Two songs about broken relationships.

One song about either a miscarriage or a deeply regretted abortion.

Actually, it's a good CD in an eerie, depressive, alt-bluegrass kind of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111473962035147634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111473962035147634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/bluegrass-gothicif-youre-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111421568002453724</id><published>2005-04-22T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:06:23.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tits up

I had a baseline mammogram several weeks ago. I got the last appointment of the day, carefully scheduled to coincide with the not-so-sensitive part of my cycle, it was lovely and quiet, and the technician was kind of cute. I wouldn't say I enjoyed the manhandling of my parts, but I could imagine enjoying it under different circumstances. 

I thought that was the end of it until I got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111421568002453724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111421568002453724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/tits-up-i-had-baseline-mammogram.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111378498308287732</id><published>2005-04-17T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:52:21.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Japanese Horror

We watched Shikoku the other night. I got completely sucked in as the female lead returns to the small island community where her family lived before they moved to Tokyo. Everything is still the same or at least it looks that way at first, but she's changed and no longer belongs. It hit a lot of my moving back to Cape Cod buttons. I generally hate remakes, but I'd love to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111378498308287732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111378498308287732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-japanese-horror-we-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111357025099023020</id><published>2005-04-15T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T12:54:50.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never mind. 

It looks like  


this was for an April Fool's Day issue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111357025099023020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111357025099023020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111350473410198337</id><published>2005-04-14T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:53:08.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under Construction

Route 6A between the Barnstable/Yarmouth line and Barnstable Village is a dire stretch of potholes and cracked asphalt. For several springs in a row, they've been patching things together with spit and gravel and the whole mess falls apart again the following winter. 

This year they're really doing it right. Major patches of road have been scraped down to the sublayer, new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111350473410198337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111350473410198337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/under-construction-route-6a-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111317550219174778</id><published>2005-04-10T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:36:47.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meow

Without even thinking about it, I can think of four local businesses with resident cats.  

 Our local animal hospital has a cat named Harry. 

A Gathering Place in East Dennis on 6A has a resident cat.

Napi's always has cats hanging around outside. 

Hart Farms Nursery in Dennis has resident cats.

What can I say? I'm a cat geek. The only reason I'm not a crazy cat lady is because the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111317550219174778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111317550219174778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/meow-without-even-thinking-about-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111289365293823063</id><published>2005-04-07T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:54:30.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does having the flu make you high?

Right now I'm sick. I have a fever, I'm tired and I'm incredibly hungry. If it goes the way it did for the Significant Other, this will last for several days and then turn into a lingering head cold.

I'm also high as a kite. While at work, I was burbly and bubbly and talked non-stop to my co-workers.  While at the post office. I made inane jokes and social </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111289365293823063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111289365293823063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-having-flu-make-you-high-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111282711045159832</id><published>2005-04-06T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:43:02.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi Sweetie!

Men? The title of this post is never an acceptable way to introduce yourself. Nevah, evah, EVAH.

Especially not in the library and not to a woman who could be your daughter for crissakes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111282711045159832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111282711045159832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/04/hi-sweetie-men-title-of-this-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-111220184114663536</id><published>2005-03-30T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:57:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cranky Cranky Me

I don't want to do work. I don't want to do anything but feel warm sunshine and see blue skies. I hate February and March on Cape Cod. 

Moron_Executive just walked past, clipped the fax machine with his ass, broke something off of it and kept walking. Typical.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111220184114663536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/111220184114663536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/03/cranky-cranky-me-i-dont-want-to-do_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110921424457032366</id><published>2005-02-23T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:04:56.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I Have This Dream", she said.

"I have this dream", said the woman at the next table. "I dream that I'm in my house, but then I go up a flight of stairs that doesn't exist in life and there's all these new rooms. What do you think it means?"

It means that you're seeing new opportunities in your life, I thought. New journeys. That's standard dream interpretation. But I didn't have the nerve to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110921424457032366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110921424457032366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-have-this-dream-she-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110921436392010918</id><published>2005-02-23T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:07:50.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no Mr. Bill!

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110921436392010918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110921436392010918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-no-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110839579060856557</id><published>2005-02-14T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:46:37.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watch This Space

We had the Stand Up for Choice event yesterday and I am pleased to note that it seemed to go really, really well. If there were any serious hiccups I certainly didn't see them and there were tons of people and they seemed to have a good time. Yay.

Trouble is, yesterday I was feeling...introverted. I didn't want to go anywhere or or do anything. And then I went to a social event</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110839579060856557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110839579060856557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/02/watch-this-space-we-had-stand-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110816973634546471</id><published>2005-02-11T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T19:55:36.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They Had DSL at Woodstock

This appeared in the food column of the Cape Codder,

"...those Necco wafer colored conversation hearts...Those classic messages we wanted to believe used to read 'True Love', 'Be Mine', 'My Gal', 'Sweet Heart' and 'Kiss Me', but now in the vernacular of the times they read 'E Mail'...'Write Me', 'So Fine' and 'Wise Up'. Happily, there are still a few romantic notions..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110816973634546471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110816973634546471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/02/they-had-dsl-at-woodstock-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110809048581457570</id><published>2005-02-10T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:54:45.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only on Cape Cod

Cape Codders have hobbies as opposed to careers or vocations. I think it has something to do with it being a vacation spot. We putter instead of accomplishing.  

I think of this while looking at this website. Which is about someone's harp music and her tea blends and the synergy between the two. What I find puttering about the site is it's odd, one-off premise that the author </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110809048581457570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110809048581457570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/02/only-on-cape-cod-cape-codders-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110771100067080612</id><published>2005-02-06T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T12:30:35.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stand Up For Choice!

 Join NARAL Pro-Choice Massachusetts and
the Cape Cod Choice Action Team at:

Stand Up For Choice: Jazz Concert and Silent Auction
Featuring the Vanessa Morris Trio

Sunday, February 13
2:00 - 4:30 pm
Sons Of Italy Hall
Route 28, Cotuit, Cape Cod

The concert is expected to draw more than two hundred pro-choice
supporters. It will feature a silent auction of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110771100067080612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110771100067080612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/02/stand-up-for-choice-join-naral-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110650636420711189</id><published>2005-01-23T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:59:58.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blizzard of 2005

This is a picture taken of a neighbor's house through one of my windows. This was taken at around one in the afternoon and yes, it really is that dark outside. 



These are actual quotes from an actual local weather forecast:

... Blizzard Warning remains in effect until 6 PM EST this evening
for Rhode Island and eastern Massachusetts... 

Thirty inches has already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110650636420711189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110650636420711189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/blizzard-of-2005-this-is-picture-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110641564934304111</id><published>2005-01-22T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:40:49.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110641564934304111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110641564934304111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110631683970686082</id><published>2005-01-21T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T09:13:59.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paging Michael Moorcock

Has anyone else read Elric of Melnibone and watched yesterday's Daily Show? Did you catch the Elric shout-out in the description of the inauguration from Stephen Colbert? Please tell me I'm not the only geek who noticed it. 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110631683970686082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110631683970686082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/paging-michael-moorcock-has-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110631596163076268</id><published>2005-01-21T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T09:02:41.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Math for Knitters

As I mentioned earlier, I don't know when my round shawl will be big enough and I can't hold it up against myself because it's all scrunched up on circular needles.

 But I think I can work it out from the following,

I'll stretch out part of the shawl on one of the needles and measure several inches worth. Gauge is often expressed in terms of how many stitches in four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110631596163076268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110631596163076268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/math-for-knitters-as-i-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110627109782524912</id><published>2005-01-20T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:34:38.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Mom just called...

My great-aunt died. She was generous and smart and funny and compassionate.

Relationships within my family are tainted with arguments and interpersonal difficulty and alcoholism. She rose above all that with a sweetness and generosity of spirit. 


It caused her pain that her older brother (my grandfather) was "never the same" after serving in World War II.

She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110627109782524912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110627109782524912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-mom-just-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110618306051345903</id><published>2005-01-19T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:13:11.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spiral Shawl Closeup


This is the very center of the spiral shawl I'm working on, draped over a lamp so you can see the design.




When it's done, it will look something like this. 

Yes, it's a circular shawl. I hadn't heard of such of thing before reading about lace knitting, but a shawl in the shape of a giant circle is actually a comfy and flexible design. 

The only daunting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110618306051345903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110618306051345903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/spiral-shawl-closeup-this-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110571431732129971</id><published>2005-01-14T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T09:51:57.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush Mulls Over Things He Might Not Say Again

Doesn't that sound like an Onion headline?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110571431732129971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110571431732129971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/bush-mulls-over-things-he-might-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095312.post-110545596647337078</id><published>2005-01-11T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:06:06.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away? 

"You know...the bad guys...what's the bad guy's name again? You mean Osama? Yeah him. What's to stop Osama from planting a charge and making a big explosion to cause a tsunami in the United States?"



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110545596647337078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5095312/posts/default/110545596647337078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherofpearl.blogspot.com/2005/01/did-iqs-just-drop-sharply-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03160568847162524590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7737/151/1600/ProfileII.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
