<?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-1374136623958967833</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:16:27.402-07:00</updated><category term='feminism'/><category term='a thought.'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='politics'/><category term='culture'/><category term='justice'/><category term='theology'/><category term='films'/><category term='cultural theory'/><category term='music'/><category term='being'/><category term='art'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='television'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='mom'/><category term='muisc'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='life....'/><category term='review'/><category term='love'/><category term='life...'/><category term='dance'/><category term='womens issues'/><title type='text'>I attack with love...</title><subtitle type='html'>inside the mind of an  introverted extrovert.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-4101131682957059584</id><published>2009-12-18T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:27:06.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>2009 Top Ten</title><content type='html'>Well Well Well...another year and another list. I love them...I love searching them, finding them, finding new music, and sharing with what I listened to this year...Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Phoenix-Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BJDNw7o6so&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BJDNw7o6so&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Animal Collective-Merriweather Post Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Avett Brothers- I and Love and You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj8HDe5M-Jo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj8HDe5M-Jo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wilco- Wilco (the album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsNqxTEniNI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsNqxTEniNI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dinosaur Jr.--Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgTJtdn6VjM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TgTJtdn6VjM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Passion Pit--Manners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zherMkcXdo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zherMkcXdo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Deastro--Moondagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1nxvqBGw8k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1nxvqBGw8k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ramona Falls-Intuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ga0ohgZFVqc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ga0ohgZFVqc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sonic Youth--The Eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKlbBgQHPqo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKlbBgQHPqo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cymbals Eat Guitars-Why There are Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1JBTSz0Liw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N1JBTSz0Liw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of Lists:&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop: Mos Def- The Ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles: Lady Gaga- Poker Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Surprise: Phoenix- Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compilation: Dark Was the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year Surprise: Jessica Lee Mayfield- With Blasphemy, So Heartfelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EP- Bon Iver- Blood Bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock: Dinosaur Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Goats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find a gem in there yourself! Have an awesome 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-4101131682957059584?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4101131682957059584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=4101131682957059584' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4101131682957059584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4101131682957059584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-top-ten.html' title='2009 Top Ten'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6201868231990704157</id><published>2009-11-24T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:37:05.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>birds of a feather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SwwmKU6RacI/AAAAAAAAA9I/neJNPLAUgsM/s1600/birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SwwmKU6RacI/AAAAAAAAA9I/neJNPLAUgsM/s320/birds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407739211418790338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quiet lately. I don't know if it's that I have nothing to say, that I have been overwhelmed with change, or that I have disjointed myself from that place of writing and I need to find the road back home. I am at work and i don't know why but I felt compelled to write, right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately (and when I say lately I mean the last few months) I have been aware of the flocking of birds, the patterns, the necessity of community and togetherness in their traveling. I am compelled by these birds. Every single day I see their movements or their resting. Living in Michigan you would think they would have been long gone by now, migratting to warmer weather and mates. But the weather has been unseasonable and they are staying and allowing me to be in shock or awe when they move and soar together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i see their swooping. The movement. Soaring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that I am not alone. I don't have to do this thing called life again. I am sure some of these birds have had collisions with one another, that they are out of formation, line if you will. I am sure they are still in the flock. I hope that I can find my flock. The group of people that you gather and soar with. That you move into new places and new journeys. My fellow friends are scattered all over the place and I know one day we to shall be together but it's been awhile....and i am sure it will continue to be awhile but i know that those birds are my daily reminder to put myself out there. To continue to try new things and find new people. To create. To renew. To grow. To be challenged. To be changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6201868231990704157?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6201868231990704157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6201868231990704157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6201868231990704157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6201868231990704157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/birds-of-feather.html' title='birds of a feather'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SwwmKU6RacI/AAAAAAAAA9I/neJNPLAUgsM/s72-c/birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8947867923376242018</id><published>2009-08-21T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:54:58.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well just do this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/So6nDgbF-iI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g5o2rS2qTOU/s1600-h/dVcKAIpEMq965w08Xytab2a0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/So6nDgbF-iI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g5o2rS2qTOU/s320/dVcKAIpEMq965w08Xytab2a0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372415084184599074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://krisseedanger.tumblr.com/"&gt;Found this here.&lt;/a&gt; My friend Krissee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8947867923376242018?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8947867923376242018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8947867923376242018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8947867923376242018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8947867923376242018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-just-do-this.html' title='well just do this.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/So6nDgbF-iI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/g5o2rS2qTOU/s72-c/dVcKAIpEMq965w08Xytab2a0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7385177856008945275</id><published>2009-08-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:57:57.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ramona Falls: Intuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Soy2phRUSfI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/bUhC3IVteoU/s1600-h/Intuit-Ramona_Falls_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Soy2phRUSfI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/bUhC3IVteoU/s320/Intuit-Ramona_Falls_480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371869279968053746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often skeptical when I get a stack of records and think will some of these be records be something that will be something I actually really love. This record has blown me away. It's smart, thick, and full of life and astute understanding of everyday life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more I think about it the more I think it's like the National meets Grizzly Bear. Smart independent rock meeting beautiful percussive harmonies. To me It's like a step up from the National and and a step left from the constructed chaos of Grizzly Bear. I honestly can't stop listening to this record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song entitled "Melectric" has to be one of the most beautiful songs I have heard in quite sometime. I love songs that almost encapsulate desire through what I like to call a tug of war method. It pulls you in and out until you it just breaks and bursts. Sign me up. Let me tell you I haven't stopped listening since I heard it on Sunday. I can also tell you that I might drive to Chicago just to see them play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a project from Brent Knopf from Menomena. For the Ramona Falls project, named after a childhood hiking trail on Mt. Hood, Brent collaborated extensively with musicians in Portland and New York.   Performed by Brent Knopf, Intuit includes guest appearances by 35 friends (including members of The Helio Sequence, Mirah, and Talkdemonic, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stream the whole record: &lt;a href="http://www.barsuk.com/shop/bark090"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barsukmusic.blaireau.net/RamonaFalls_ISayFever.mp3"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt; the track "I Say Fever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE them on tour....&lt;br /&gt;8/21 – Los Angeles [The El Rey]&lt;br /&gt;8/23 – Costa Mesa [Detroit Bar]&lt;br /&gt;8/25 – San Francisco [Café DuNord]&lt;br /&gt;8/28 – Seattle  [The Crocodile]&lt;br /&gt;8/29 – Portland [Doug Fir]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/9 – Minneapolis [The 7th Street Entry]&lt;br /&gt;9/10 - Madison [The High Noon Saloon]&lt;br /&gt;9/11 – Chicago [The Chopin]&lt;br /&gt;9/12 – Cleveland [The Beachland Tavern]&lt;br /&gt;9/15 – Boston [Great Scott]&lt;br /&gt;9/17 – NYC [Piano’s]&lt;br /&gt;9/18 – Brooklyn [TBA]&lt;br /&gt;9/19 – Philadelphia [Kung Fu Necktie]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7385177856008945275?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7385177856008945275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7385177856008945275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7385177856008945275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7385177856008945275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramona-falls-intuit.html' title='Ramona Falls: Intuit'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Soy2phRUSfI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/bUhC3IVteoU/s72-c/Intuit-Ramona_Falls_480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-864188520474964189</id><published>2009-08-08T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:26:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have been a great many of things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sn5B1Ruo2YI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4ieYQKDuTKM/s1600-h/cin16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sn5B1Ruo2YI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4ieYQKDuTKM/s320/cin16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367800189420099970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my many travels to a land that was once my home it has shaken up what I thought was comfortable and have new thoughts and new dreams of what could be possible. When this happens I get a bit of concrete feet and watch a lot of movies and stand still for awhile. Tonight the beautiful Little Women was on and some of my favorite quotes stung me a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is from Marme to Jo:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jo. Jo, you have so many extraordinary gifts; how can you expect to lead an ordinary life? You're ready to go out and - and find a good use for your talent. Tho' I don't know what I shall do without my Jo. Go, and embrace your liberty. And see what wonderful things come of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other...&lt;br /&gt;Jo March: I find it poor logic to say that because women are good, women should vote. Men do not vote because they are good; they vote because they are male, and women should vote, not because we are angels and men are animals, but because we are human beings and citizens of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mayer: You should have been a lawyer, Miss March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo March: I should have been a great many things, Mr. Mayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two things really have been strong thoughts as of late. I don't know where my gifts, talents, and heart will lead me but I do know that the gears are turning and action and reaction will be needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the heart wants what the heart wants. Somedays you need to argue with it and other days you just need to go with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-864188520474964189?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/864188520474964189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=864188520474964189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/864188520474964189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/864188520474964189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-should-have-been-great-many-of-things.html' title='I should have been a great many of things...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sn5B1Ruo2YI/AAAAAAAAA8I/4ieYQKDuTKM/s72-c/cin16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7277896663264624789</id><published>2009-08-04T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:31:44.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Free mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Snh-M_e8_sI/AAAAAAAAA78/eRXek1eS4ec/s1600-h/insoundmonthlydigitalmixtap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Snh-M_e8_sI/AAAAAAAAA78/eRXek1eS4ec/s320/insoundmonthlydigitalmixtap.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366177717676736194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a really &lt;a href="http://www.insound.com/noteworthy/promo.php?p=356&amp;from=99933"&gt;GREAT &lt;/a&gt; mix tape free from insound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love insound. &lt;br /&gt;Great distributor of great indie jams. &lt;br /&gt;if you don't know them....well you should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7277896663264624789?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7277896663264624789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7277896663264624789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7277896663264624789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7277896663264624789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-mix.html' title='Free mix'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Snh-M_e8_sI/AAAAAAAAA78/eRXek1eS4ec/s72-c/insoundmonthlydigitalmixtap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6563289130209357259</id><published>2009-07-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:11:32.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Adventures at the Library: Part Two</title><content type='html'>So my musical adventures continue. Clinton Macomb Library I appreciate you and your musical selections. I am a musical listening machine lately. I have to drive everywhere so I have had some time to listen and make some new impressions. So here are three more thoughts for three more records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmyfgsrGi5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/Xoih5V-jcP0/s1600-h/art_brut_cover_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmyfgsrGi5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/Xoih5V-jcP0/s320/art_brut_cover_039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362836640387992466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Art Brut: "Bang, Bang Rock &amp; Roll"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record starts with:&lt;br /&gt;Formed a band&lt;br /&gt;We formed a band&lt;br /&gt;Look at us&lt;br /&gt;We formed a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah they formed a band and this 2005 release is amazing. Tough, fun, rock love. I love this record because it is so much fun, the lyrics are interesting, and it defintely announces hey we are a band, these are our songs, love them, hate them, f-you. I think overall it is a nice record to remind yourself to not take yourself to seriously. &lt;a href="http://www.artbrut.org.uk/"&gt;Art Brut&lt;/a&gt; released a new record "Art Brut vs. Satan," this pushes me over to edge to want to own it, listen to it, and probably dance around my bedroom with a dinosaur as a microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmynbQhz5aI/AAAAAAAAA70/0Qt9PP1S_mo/s1600-h/drdogfate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmynbQhz5aI/AAAAAAAAA70/0Qt9PP1S_mo/s320/drdogfate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362845343026505122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dr. Dog: Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED THIS RECORD!! It's my favorite of the three I have listened to during this library round. This 2008 release missed my listening ears. Oh my gosh I love it. It's fun, it's americana, it's roots, it's just plain good. As people were talking about My Morning Jacket they should have been speaking louder about this record. It's cool and breezy, not to cocky or arrogant. If this record was a person I would love to hang out with it. Who wouldn't really. GET THIS RECORD!!! I wish I would have a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See them live:&lt;br /&gt;Jul 31 2009   12:30A&lt;br /&gt; Pickathon  Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Aug 1 2009  8:30P&lt;br /&gt; Pickathon  Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Aug 3 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Bethlehem Musikfest  Bethlehem, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;Sep 18 2009  7:00P&lt;br /&gt; Nightfall Concert at Miller Plaza  Chattanooga, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Sep 19 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Bristol Rhythm &amp; Roots Reunion  Bristol, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Sep 20 2009  2:00P&lt;br /&gt; Bristol Rhythm &amp; Roots Reunion  Bristol, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Sep 28 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; The Orange Peel  Asheville, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Sep 29 2009  7:30P&lt;br /&gt; The Loft  Atlanta, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Sep 30 2009  8:00P&lt;br /&gt; The Howlin’ Wolf  New Orleans, Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;Oct 1 2009  10:00P&lt;br /&gt; Chelsea’s Cafe  Baton Rouge, Louisiana&lt;br /&gt;Oct 2 2009  12:00P&lt;br /&gt; Austin City Limits Festival  Austin, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Oct 3 2009  1:00P&lt;br /&gt; Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Golden Gate Park  San Francisco, California&lt;br /&gt;Oct 5 2009  8:30P&lt;br /&gt; The Brookdale Lodge  Brookdale, California&lt;br /&gt;Oct 6 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Henry Fonda Theatre  Los Angeles, California&lt;br /&gt;Oct 7 2009  9:30P&lt;br /&gt; Club Congress  Tucson, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Oct 9 2009  10:00P&lt;br /&gt; Urban Lounge  Salt Lake City, Utah&lt;br /&gt;Oct 10 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Belly Up  Aspen, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Oct 11 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Fox Theatre  Boulder, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Oct 12 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; The Bottleneck  Lawrence, Kansas&lt;br /&gt;Oct 13 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; The Gargoyle Club  St. Louis, Missouri&lt;br /&gt;Oct 15 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; The Mad Hatter  Covington, Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;Oct 16 2009  8:00P&lt;br /&gt; Beachland Ballroom  Cleveland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Oct 17 2009  8:00P&lt;br /&gt; Mass Moca  North Adams, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Oct 20 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Gravity Lounge  Charlottesville, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Oct 21 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Cat’s Cradle  Carrboro, North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Oct 22 2009  8:00P&lt;br /&gt; Ottobar  Baltimore, Maryland&lt;br /&gt;Oct 23 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Theatre of the Living Arts  Philadelphia, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;Oct 24 2009  9:00P&lt;br /&gt; Theatre of the Living Arts  Philadelphia, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jtsq7wqeMR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jtsq7wqeMR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmyhurgloRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Sx7BaicVl3A/s1600-h/41epiewityl_ss500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmyhurgloRI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Sx7BaicVl3A/s320/41epiewityl_ss500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362839079616880914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Josh Ritter: The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got into Six Feet Under a few years ago and there was a beautiful end scene where a track from &lt;a href="http://www.joshritter.com/"&gt;Josh Ritter&lt;/a&gt; was featured. The song was "Come and Find Me." So I took his advice after many listens and tried to find him. I found this record, The Historical Conquest of Josh Ritter" and was underwhelmed and to be honest kind of bored. Six tracks in I was just not into the record. Help me people! I don't understand what everyone loves about him! Is it just this record? Is it him? One track does not a great artist make. Is there anybody out there who will help me understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6563289130209357259?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6563289130209357259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6563289130209357259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6563289130209357259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6563289130209357259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-at-library-part-two.html' title='Adventures at the Library: Part Two'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmyfgsrGi5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/Xoih5V-jcP0/s72-c/art_brut_cover_039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-409337698803099758</id><published>2009-07-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:12:20.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wilco...live in Detroit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmycckKlnyI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DREqeF6Ofhg/s1600-h/wilco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmycckKlnyI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DREqeF6Ofhg/s320/wilco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362833270849773346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I am one lucky lady to be able to see Wilco twice within the same week. Good luck and fortune rarely shows itself in this way and when it happens in this manner than I run with it and take full advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was Wilco at the Royal Oak Music Theatre in Michigan. Wilco indoors doesn't happen very often and going back into my memories I think it has been since 2005 where I saw them indoors. What a treat!! Indoors made a difference with hearing the delicate percussion lines in songs from Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and just how good Nels Cline really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to have a space that allowed me to peer through the crowd and have a direct view of Nels' hands as they fly on this Jazzmaster. Holy crap...so good and so beautiful. The night was full of great jams both new and old. Nothing was better than the first encore with Poor Places into Reservations and then topping it off with Spiders (Kidsmoke). Those songs almost haunt me. It made me stop moving. Stand still. Listen. It was like I could see the ghosts of my past. The air in the room changed to like everyone was accessing a memory with a line like "I've got reservations, about so many things, but not about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fun, lots of really good midwest jams. The crowd was so fabulous, singing along, having fun. I danced the whole evening and sang along on the top of my lungs. I was having a rough day and let me tell you Wilco (as promised) did make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hummingbird LIVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWu9Z9h8jkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWu9Z9h8jkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Oak Set List:&lt;br /&gt;Wilco (the song)&lt;br /&gt;Bull Black Nova&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Face&lt;br /&gt;IATTBYH&lt;br /&gt;A Shot in the Arm&lt;br /&gt;One Wing&lt;br /&gt;Handshake Drugs&lt;br /&gt;A Magazine Called Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Deeper Down&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, etc.&lt;br /&gt;In A Future Age&lt;br /&gt;Impossible Germany&lt;br /&gt;I'll Fight&lt;br /&gt;Summerteeth (started and restarted)&lt;br /&gt;Sonny Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Hate It Here&lt;br /&gt;Can't Stand It&lt;br /&gt;Walken&lt;br /&gt;I'm The Man Who Loves You&lt;br /&gt;Hummingbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore&lt;br /&gt;Poor Places&lt;br /&gt;Reservations&lt;br /&gt;Spiders (Kidsmoke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Encore&lt;br /&gt;You Never Know&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Metal Drummer&lt;br /&gt;California Stars (w/female fan choir)&lt;br /&gt;Red-Eyed and Blue&lt;br /&gt;I Got You (At The End of the Century)&lt;br /&gt;Hoodoo Voodoo&lt;br /&gt;Kingpin&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Wheel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-409337698803099758?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/409337698803099758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=409337698803099758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/409337698803099758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/409337698803099758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/wilcolive-in-detroit.html' title='Wilco...live in Detroit'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmycckKlnyI/AAAAAAAAA7c/DREqeF6Ofhg/s72-c/wilco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5516967652249955051</id><published>2009-07-23T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:03:02.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>This Womans Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_TCK5OCgss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_TCK5OCgss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch So You Think You Can Dance every Wednesday without fail. I watch it with great friends of mine I literally have known ALL of my life (trust me there are baby pictures involved). There are two words that get my stomach in a knot, or make me pause, or make me stare off into space and those words are: breast cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night this piece was performed to represent the struggle. I have never been more moved in my life. Never a dance or art for that matter has pushed me over the edge more than this piece. Even sitting here writing this I have tears in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was an excellent choice, the dancing was superb, the male dance Ade got it. He completely got what it was to support someone with the struggle. To want to catch them, hold them up, never leave them alone. He was SO strong. It is such an AMAZING piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video shows the story and the thankfulness of the judges for being able to have the courage and strength to dance this piece. I am so thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5516967652249955051?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5516967652249955051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5516967652249955051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5516967652249955051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5516967652249955051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-womans-work.html' title='This Womans Work'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5729178763279313706</id><published>2009-07-21T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:32:35.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deastro: Growers EP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmXfepRYyjI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ne7iEiHDdHE/s1600-h/grower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmXfepRYyjI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ne7iEiHDdHE/s320/grower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360936649022294578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download a free Deastro EP: Growers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imposemagazine.com/approved-theft-deastro-grower-ep/17084/"&gt;CLICK ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5729178763279313706?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5729178763279313706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5729178763279313706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5729178763279313706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5729178763279313706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/deastro-growers-ep.html' title='Deastro: Growers EP'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmXfepRYyjI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ne7iEiHDdHE/s72-c/grower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-328176658150075674</id><published>2009-07-19T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:41:29.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Javelins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmOp1XwJpWI/AAAAAAAAA7E/7MdaCBazqnA/s1600-h/81044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmOp1XwJpWI/AAAAAAAAA7E/7MdaCBazqnA/s320/81044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360314715875157346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be young and to be in Detroit. There are some great bands in this newly found fair city of mine. One of my favorites is this delightful band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/javelins"&gt;Javelins,&lt;/a&gt; probably one of my favorite bands in Detroit. This indiepop band always puts a smile on my face and gets me excited about the possibilities of music. The band is really nothing I have heard before. Tight pop with eerie sounding distorted tracks makes one early to fall in love with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I enjoyed them at &lt;a href="http://www.pjslagerhouse.com/"&gt;The Lager House.&lt;/a&gt; A quick set that was fully enjoyable made me excited about this three, now turned four piece. Matt Rickle, Matt Howard, Julian Wettlin, and Will Yates bring strong indie sensibilities with their influences of My Bloody Valentine, Talk Talk, Stereolab, and Built to Spill to help you understand the low-fi love I give to their jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out there record, Heavy Meadows, a smart ten song collection chalk full of this wonderful sound and delightful jams. Erica Froman from the lovely band &lt;a href="http://www.anathallo.com/"&gt;Anathallo&lt;/a&gt; loans her beautiful and stunning voice to give many of these tracks depth and success. I hope you can check them out, I have and will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1128688&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1128688&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1128688"&gt;Javelins - "Out on the Sand"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/suburbansprawl"&gt;Suburban Sprawl Music&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in the midwest please check these jams out:&lt;br /&gt;Jul 22 2009 Midwest Fest 09          Mt. Pleasant, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Jul 28 2009 The Pike Room w/ CURSIVE  Pontiac, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Aug 14 2009 F*cking Awesome Fest @ The Majestic   Detroit, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Aug 16 2009 Gold Music Festival  Rochester, Michigan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-328176658150075674?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/328176658150075674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=328176658150075674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/328176658150075674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/328176658150075674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/javelins.html' title='Javelins'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmOp1XwJpWI/AAAAAAAAA7E/7MdaCBazqnA/s72-c/81044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8596321319835719705</id><published>2009-07-17T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:58:46.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music at the Library: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEykojCTRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Yy4BUEgyAJQ/s1600-h/5_music_lib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEykojCTRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Yy4BUEgyAJQ/s320/5_music_lib.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359620636488650002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last year my life has kind of flipped upside down and I have found myself in the state where my drivers license told me where I reside. Which means I am in suburbia for just a little while longer. Which means I now have a library where I can actually check out books (for awhile there I lived in different states, never long enough to change my address, hence no library card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new library has an amazing collection of music. One that makes my jaw drop a little and wish that their 'alternative' section was my own personal library. So I am going to go back in time a bit. Listen to records that I always wanted to hear but there were many moments I couldn't afford. ahhhhh....the beauty of the library!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First installment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE2pBcz3ZI/AAAAAAAAA6k/GOAx_NdW66M/s1600-h/12415-a-hundred-things-keep-me-up-at-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE2pBcz3ZI/AAAAAAAAA6k/GOAx_NdW66M/s320/12415-a-hundred-things-keep-me-up-at-night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359625109939412370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is All: A Hundred Things that Keep Me Up All Night&lt;br /&gt;Most favorite record that I will probably go and purchase soon. It was so fun. So delightful. The record was released late November 2008 so it slipped through the radar as I obsessed over best of the year lists, which the unfortunate November release gets stuck in between the cracks. Dancerockpop jams! Love it. Have to have it and I hope you do as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE3WFziw7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/F6dC0TG20Yk/s1600-h/300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE3WFziw7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/F6dC0TG20Yk/s320/300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359625884202615730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Silent Years: The Globe. This is a local Detroit band with band members of bands of my past that I just loved. Since I have been home I have seen them a few times and have really enjoyed myself. This record defintely didn't disappoint. Fun, beautiful questions, slow though not boring. Here's a little taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us_y628tMfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us_y628tMfE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE4dxm3PLI/AAAAAAAAA60/sVTLrTJL6K8/s1600-h/300x300-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE4dxm3PLI/AAAAAAAAA60/sVTLrTJL6K8/s320/300x300-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627115731303602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liam Finn: I'll Be Lightening. This Record was released in 2007 and I have had a couple of tracks floating in my itunes. The whole record is lovely and I was lucky to give it a whirl but it's not something I have missed since returning to the library. It was nice but forgettable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE5OP1O1vI/AAAAAAAAA68/ZCPGi3bxtZ8/s1600-h/300x300-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmE5OP1O1vI/AAAAAAAAA68/ZCPGi3bxtZ8/s320/300x300-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359627948478355186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black Mountain: In the Future. &lt;br /&gt;Let's Just say this was my least favorite of the bunch. Known as retro-psych the record was released early 2008. It was guitar solos without much substance. I didn't finish it. I returned it without thinking twice. I kind of forgot about it until I went through my list and remembered what i was up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are the four reviews of records newer and older. I have another large stack that I am slowly wading through. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8596321319835719705?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8596321319835719705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8596321319835719705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8596321319835719705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8596321319835719705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-at-library-part-one.html' title='Music at the Library: Part One'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEykojCTRI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Yy4BUEgyAJQ/s72-c/5_music_lib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5775687570388874303</id><published>2009-07-17T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:55:39.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wolfgang Amedeus Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEnes1N6FI/AAAAAAAAA6U/JKrXzD7AVPA/s1600-h/wolfgang-amadeus-phoenix-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEnes1N6FI/AAAAAAAAA6U/JKrXzD7AVPA/s320/wolfgang-amadeus-phoenix-album-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359608439931529298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix has been a delightful addition to my music catalog. It's fun, energetic, and powerful. It's one of the few records that when the record is over you swiftly start it over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some great songs that are easily put into a mix tape with fun summer jams. It's a fantastically fun record with wonderfully crafted pop songs that are easy to shake your shoulders to. The lyrics are crafted to engage the loner or the lonely and I have fallen for its sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard quite a lot of buzz around this band and with the record. I was skeptical at first but it's a delightful record that gets played often when i am working or if i am driving in my car. I highly suggest that you put this record on, clear your furniture, and dance the night away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check them out on tour:&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 13 : Monolith Festival – Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Morrison, CO, USA&lt;br /&gt;September 16 : Greek Theatre, Los Angeles, CA, USA&lt;br /&gt;September 19 : Urban, Salt Lake City, UT, USA&lt;br /&gt;September 21 : Slowdown, Omaha, NE, USA&lt;br /&gt;September 22 : First Avenue, Minneapolis, MN, USA&lt;br /&gt;September 25 : Rumsey Playfield – Central Park, NYC, USA – SOLD OUT&lt;br /&gt;September 26 : Rumsey Playfield – Central Park, NYC, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 1 : Tipitinas, New Orleans, LA, USA&lt;br /&gt;October 2 : Austin City Limits Festival, Austin, Texas, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see them on tour you can still follow them on twitter:&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/wearephoenix"&gt;Wearephoenix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMp72iI0lso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMp72iI0lso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5775687570388874303?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5775687570388874303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5775687570388874303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5775687570388874303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5775687570388874303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/wolfgang-amedeus-phoenix.html' title='Wolfgang Amedeus Phoenix'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEnes1N6FI/AAAAAAAAA6U/JKrXzD7AVPA/s72-c/wolfgang-amadeus-phoenix-album-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3088601963765216812</id><published>2009-07-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:02:09.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wilco (my thoughts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmERypMynZI/AAAAAAAAA50/UwsU52dUlGI/s1600-h/wilco+the+album-thumb-450x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmERypMynZI/AAAAAAAAA50/UwsU52dUlGI/s320/wilco+the+album-thumb-450x450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359584593298234770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few bands that really shake me to the core. Anyone that has hung out with me a few times will eventually understand that the love of this band runs deep. &lt;a href="http://www.wilcoworld.net"&gt;Wilco&lt;/a&gt; put out a really fantastic follow-up to the 2006 rock record &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sky Blue Sky&lt;/span&gt; with this new record &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wilco (the album).&lt;/span&gt; This record shares some really fantastic new songs; the fun and lite wilco (the song), a duo with the lovely Feist on You and I, and the chilling Bull Black Nova. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read somewhere that this is a record of confidence, and I couldn't agree more. These five gentleman have brought their confidence, experience, and ability to craft great songs onto one of the most stripped down Wilco records to date. It continues to amaze (and delight) that this band keeps getting better with time. The record is not Yankee Hotel Foxtrot or a Ghost is Born. It's this stripped down great rock sound. At first I thought these jams could be B-sides from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sky Blue Sky&lt;/span&gt; but I couldn't be more wrong. There is a beautiful rich tone to this record. It's calm, unassuming, and straight up great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hearing it live is even better!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Monday I had the opportunity to see Wilco live on Coney Island. The night began with Wilco (the song). So fun, so exciting, and with a smile on my face some friends new and some who have loved Wilco forever with me sang-a-long for two and half hours of fantastic Wilco songs. They played my favorites (Hummingbird, Impossible Germany, Shot in the Arm, At Least That's What She Said). The energy they bring to a show is like nothing else I have seen or have encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNoH_CBIIiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNoH_CBIIiE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was a beautiful night and with a double encore my heart was happy. (Leslie) Feist came out to sing the duet "You and I" and I thought my jaw would fall off my face. Then Edward Droste from Grizzly Bear came out and jangled the tambourine and sang California Stars with Feist and band. Adding beauty to beauty Yo La Tango arrives to finish the encore with Spiders (Kidsmoke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEek6zdkDI/AAAAAAAAA6E/oBzW1VX2zyQ/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEek6zdkDI/AAAAAAAAA6E/oBzW1VX2zyQ/s320/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359598651156828210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bicods6qnEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bicods6qnEI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite Wilco moment happened when Nels Cline, Jeff Tweedy, and the dude from Yo La Tango came together and created some beautiful harmonies with progressive scales creating both tension and harmony. Holy crap. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEeurndleI/AAAAAAAAA6M/2C_zOPQfXC0/s1600-h/Wilco_Keyspan_Setlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEeurndleI/AAAAAAAAA6M/2C_zOPQfXC0/s320/Wilco_Keyspan_Setlist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359598818878658018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second encore included what my friend Ryan liked to call a shred off between multi-instrumentalist Pat Sansone and the fabulous Nels Cline on the jam Hoodoo Voodoo. Moments of great rock and roll are no longer televised but I had the amazing opportunity to see it happen! Lucky for me I get to see them again next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEeXPHmf1I/AAAAAAAAA58/SvMBozN_D2I/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmEeXPHmf1I/AAAAAAAAA58/SvMBozN_D2I/s320/24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359598416091840338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3088601963765216812?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3088601963765216812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3088601963765216812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3088601963765216812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3088601963765216812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/wilco-my-thoughts.html' title='Wilco (my thoughts)'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SmERypMynZI/AAAAAAAAA50/UwsU52dUlGI/s72-c/wilco+the+album-thumb-450x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6710880376888889592</id><published>2009-06-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:53:40.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magic is in the air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SkKENtTVnNI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NFW4J76BG88/s1600-h/l+and+p+series-take+a+deep+breath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SkKENtTVnNI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NFW4J76BG88/s320/l+and+p+series-take+a+deep+breath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350984678303440082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my feelings as of late:&lt;br /&gt;Iron and Wine covering SteroLab&lt;br /&gt;Peng! 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity was far greater than our fear&lt;br /&gt;It felt so simple, so prodigious at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible things are happening in the world&lt;br /&gt;Magical things are happening in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the river there are all kinds of magical instruments&lt;br /&gt;While we really keep on living like monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible things are happening in the world&lt;br /&gt;Magical things are happening in this world, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6710880376888889592?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6710880376888889592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6710880376888889592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6710880376888889592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6710880376888889592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-is-in-air.html' title='magic is in the air.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SkKENtTVnNI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NFW4J76BG88/s72-c/l+and+p+series-take+a+deep+breath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8846352948271975020</id><published>2009-06-22T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:07:53.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>beauty upon beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sj_IdNUwgYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/JHZFeggDMfo/s1600-h/5199_97662442995_501542995_1903846_5019827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sj_IdNUwgYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/JHZFeggDMfo/s320/5199_97662442995_501542995_1903846_5019827_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350215286457926018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning being tired. I was tired because of the beauty of community, friendship, true love, and laughter. I can only say that I know some of the most amazing people in the world. These people are kind, loving, gracious, beautiful, free spirited, and connected to a beautiful God who is never limited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up in the Sparks-Graeser wedding that ultimately so beautiful with a blue sky, cool shade, green grass, and love that is tireless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the people who challenge me. &lt;br /&gt;Who push me endlessly. &lt;br /&gt;Who love without having to try. &lt;br /&gt;Who are good. Who fail and pick themselves back up. &lt;br /&gt;They fight with their voices rather than their fists. &lt;br /&gt;They inspire me to be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They inspire me to continue to be honest and open. &lt;br /&gt;They inspire me to create. To think of new ideas and to approach life with vigor and always with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never give up&lt;br /&gt;I can never give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i have friends like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8846352948271975020?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8846352948271975020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8846352948271975020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8846352948271975020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8846352948271975020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-upon-beauty.html' title='beauty upon beauty.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sj_IdNUwgYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/JHZFeggDMfo/s72-c/5199_97662442995_501542995_1903846_5019827_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5162083266130641980</id><published>2009-06-10T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:31:54.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Deastro: Moondagger</title><content type='html'>I have been absent from life the last couple of weeks....I have been listening to good jams as I have been a busy worker bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SjBLNw3bk-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/xSrDfVYbYwo/s1600-h/300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SjBLNw3bk-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/xSrDfVYbYwo/s320/300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345855457516557282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lucky to come back to Detroit (I used to live in LA) and stumble upon music (and people) that shake you.  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/deastro"&gt;Deastro&lt;/a&gt; is the brain child of Randolph Chabot. This record is my favorite summer jam already. I have played some of these jams at a party and the dancing automatically happens. (I also had a little girl throw a little rock fist in the air!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record is a smart blend of 80s new-wave, hints of classical influence, and smart beats that makes you wonder how one guy could put this all together. Record label &lt;a href="http://ghostly.com/"&gt;Ghostly International&lt;/a&gt; has put out such a good record with little guy. The lyrics are so personal. They seem to touch on love, loss, and the quest to understand a God that almost seems unknowable. It is smart combination of live drums, guitar, and synth blending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE this record. It's so smart both musically and lyrically. Please check out the songs: Kurgan Wave Number One,  Daniel Johnston Was Stabbed In The Heart With The Moondagger By The King Of Darkness And His Ghost Is Writing This Song As A Warning To All Of Us, and The Shaded Forest. I promise you won't be disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deastro is also heading on tour:&lt;br /&gt;06/10 New York, NY - Mercury Lounge&lt;br /&gt;06/12 Brooklyn, NY - Studio B&lt;br /&gt;06/13 Montreal, QC - Le Divan Orange&lt;br /&gt;06/15 Cleveland, OH - Bside Liquor Lounge&lt;br /&gt;06/17 Chicago, IL - Double Door&lt;br /&gt;06/18 Minneapolis, MN - 7th Avenue Entry&lt;br /&gt;06/21 Vancouver, BC - Media Club&lt;br /&gt;06/22 Seattle, WA - TBA&lt;br /&gt;06/23 Portland, OR - Holocene&lt;br /&gt;06/24 San Francisco, CA - Bottom of the Hill&lt;br /&gt;06/25 L.A., CA - Spaceland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5162083266130641980?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5162083266130641980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5162083266130641980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5162083266130641980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5162083266130641980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/deastro-moondagger.html' title='Deastro: Moondagger'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SjBLNw3bk-I/AAAAAAAAA5c/xSrDfVYbYwo/s72-c/300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6785051975227769475</id><published>2009-05-20T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:24:14.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Wooden Birds: Magnolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ShRyC4PxNqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DeawdzoFMH4/s1600-h/The+Wooden+Birds+-+Magnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ShRyC4PxNqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DeawdzoFMH4/s320/The+Wooden+Birds+-+Magnolia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338016852124710562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new record out for Iron and Wine fans who can't wait for the month before their new record to come out can be excited for Magnolia, the new record from the new band The Wooden Birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These birds constructed of wood is from the brain of Andrew Kenny, better known for his work in &lt;a href="http://www.amanset.com/"&gt;American Analog Set.&lt;/a&gt; This mellow record sets up to be a record you want to listen to when it rains or when the fall comes and you want to wrap yourself in a sweater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest the first couple of listens made me roll my eyes and run to my Iron and Wine records but I dug in my heels and thought well I think I will give it another shot. The lyrics are smart, funny, and some that make you ponder and wonder what might be going through to want to someone to choke. Slow guitars mixed with shakers, drum sweeps, and interspersed beautiful female harmonies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the music is set it reminds me of riding on a train. The tracks moving underneath you taking you someplace you have been before. The beat throughout the record is repetivitive but you know you are getting somewhere rather than nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks that are a must have: "Sugar" and "Hailey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great interview with Andrew Kenny found &lt;a href="http://www.muzzleofbees.com/2009/05/13/5-questions-with-the-wooden-birds/"&gt; HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6785051975227769475?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6785051975227769475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6785051975227769475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6785051975227769475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6785051975227769475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/wooden-birds-magnolia.html' title='The Wooden Birds: Magnolia'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ShRyC4PxNqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DeawdzoFMH4/s72-c/The+Wooden+Birds+-+Magnolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1492005682388913979</id><published>2009-05-12T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:41:12.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Six Albums that Have Caught my Ear in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sgomn1FFRrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bgCGHdwFBmY/s1600-h/mosaic644f093f4a16e53e6a845d3beea46bb48161d773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sgomn1FFRrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bgCGHdwFBmY/s320/mosaic644f093f4a16e53e6a845d3beea46bb48161d773.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335119174278923954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 started with a bang! Five STRONG records that are fabulous and amazing. Each record has a different flavor a different beauty that attaches itself to each song and to each melody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Animal Collective:&lt;/span&gt; Holy crap! The most accessible record of their catalog is Merriweather Post Pavillion. Electronic masterpiece in 11 songs. My favorites are of course, "My Girls" and "Summertime Clothes". Perfect record to drive with the windows down. The video of My Girls can be found &lt;a href="http://www.myanimalhome.net/"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; There Letterman appearance &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehLEHxvl9rA"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antony and the Johnsons&lt;/span&gt; yet again gives us a brilliant heartbreaking longful record. For about two weeks I couldn't stop listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y30PCFVTyDQ&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;"Epilepsy is Dancing"&lt;/a&gt;. The last minute is breath-taking, swirling and gorgeous. The rest of the record is quite thought provoking and repeat-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M. Ward:&lt;/span&gt; Hold Time is a pretty simple &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mward"&gt;record&lt;/a&gt;. Features the vocals of his She and Him co-singer Zooey Deschanel. I love this record because there are some fantastic lyrics layred with simple folk chords and melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Pains of Being Pure at Heart&lt;/span&gt;: was a surprise for me this year. In a collection of artists that have shown that they already can make a good record this one popped it's head up and said an 80s-esche hello. I grew up listening to pop radio in the 80s and at that time nu-wave was cooler than Paris Hilton wishes she could be. I feel in love with this self-titled record instantly. My Molly Ringwald dance boots are on and I love that it creates a new twist on something I hold so near and dear. This &lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/tv/#/musicvideo/1449-the-pains-of-being-pure-at-heart-young-adult-friction-slumberland"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; is awesome. Watch. Hug. Dance. Fall in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beirut&lt;/span&gt;: This new record is a lot like the old record. Bright trumpets, rhythmic accordions, smooth drumming is always a fun record to read to or have on in the background. In some ways it felt like a B-sides to The Flying Club Cup but that seems to be okay with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;/span&gt;: Oh Andrew Bird thank you for making another great record. Some of the record was in the Wilco loft...LOVE! Other than that unrelated though so fantastic tid bit of info this record is a fantastic (not so much) follow up to Magical Production of Eggs. There are slow thought parts mixed with fantastic lyrics with bright piano and a myriad of smart instrumentation. Noble Beast is a must have of 09. The video for track "Fitz and and Dizzyspells" is right &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=53098479"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any of these records and you have some thoughts share them with me. I don't like to listen in a vacuum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1492005682388913979?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1492005682388913979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1492005682388913979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1492005682388913979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1492005682388913979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/six-albums-that-have-caught-my-ear-in.html' title='Six Albums that Have Caught my Ear in 2009'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sgomn1FFRrI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bgCGHdwFBmY/s72-c/mosaic644f093f4a16e53e6a845d3beea46bb48161d773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5890072191885698695</id><published>2009-05-07T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:12:11.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Mogwai@ the Crofoot (Pontiac)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SgNHY6Ad3ZI/AAAAAAAAA48/t_6i-4Lif7M/s1600-h/mogwai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SgNHY6Ad3ZI/AAAAAAAAA48/t_6i-4Lif7M/s320/mogwai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333184876950445458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mogwai @ Crofot May 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully elegant and peaceful was the set and the tone from &lt;a href="http://www.mogwai.co.uk/"&gt;Mogwai&lt;/a&gt; at Detroit's&lt;a href="http://www.thecrofoot.com/"&gt;Crofoot.&lt;/a&gt; I think when you listen to instrumental music you can only come with yourself and your ideas how to interpret a song. So many of my own nerosises played out last night as I listened to brilliantly crafted, emotionally driven songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can say they are emotional only for the shere fact that I am an emotional person and I sort through life under the umbrella of beautiful slow jams. They played a slew of songs from a slew of records and to everyones joy ended night with a 20 minute encore of "My Father My King." The 20 minute EP of same name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to Mogwai it always sounds a bit darker, than say, Explosions in the Sky. Darker tonely only in the sense that there are moments that there are songs that sound like a ticking clock...time moving on...life moving on. There are no lows and no highs just a movement and that movement has to be forward. There driving parts are what moves me. Holy Crap so beautiful. So ballsy. Moments almost remind me of metal they are so tough. What makes this band so phenomenal is that moments of when it's so tough, fist in hand, the next moments are tender and gentle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Scots, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thetwilightsad"&gt; The Twilight Sad&lt;/a&gt; opened the evening. Incredible as well. Vovally reminds me of Billy Bragg. Instrumentally a good indie swooping sound. There was a moment when the singer was no longer singing in the microphone and just stood there. I don't know why that really affected me so much. The absense of movement. He stood there and just listened. Struck a chord in me. Check out their myspace. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Mogwai song of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3773567&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3773567&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3773567"&gt;Mogwai - Mogwai Fear Satan&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque"&gt;La Blogotheque&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5890072191885698695?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5890072191885698695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5890072191885698695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5890072191885698695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5890072191885698695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mogwai-crofoot-pontiac.html' title='Mogwai@ the Crofoot (Pontiac)'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SgNHY6Ad3ZI/AAAAAAAAA48/t_6i-4Lif7M/s72-c/mogwai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7345479010265410015</id><published>2009-05-03T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:59:36.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastodon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sf5mg_DddGI/AAAAAAAAA40/mftc8kkpalc/s1600-h/mastodon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sf5mg_DddGI/AAAAAAAAA40/mftc8kkpalc/s320/mastodon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331811725721039970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mastodonrocks.com/"&gt;Mastodon &lt;/a&gt;: Live at the &lt;a href="http://www.thecrofoot.com/events/"&gt; Crofoot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had the privilege to see Mastodon with &lt;a href="http://www.kylesa.com/"&gt; Kylesa&lt;/a&gt; at the Crofoot. I have been to a lot of shows in my age (27) anywhere from my first (Dave Matthews Band) to some great metal and hardcore, Wilco, TV on the Radio, and Radiohead nights of genius and wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that Mastodon put on one of the greatest shows I have seen in quite some time and maybe almost ever. I am not a typical Metal-head. I love slow jams, pop jams, rock jams, etc. I don't know the guitar player who originally played for Ozzy Osbourne on a tour in 1984 or obscure bands with some amazing riffs but I do know that I love music that is heavy and smart. That's where Mastodon comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastodon is smart, heavy, technically brilliant, and continually aware of other musical concepts that influence their musical....dare I say...genius. They started the evening with playing the newest record &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crack-Skye-Mastodon/dp/B001R4MEYI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1241408950&amp;sr=8-1"&gt; Crack the Skye&lt;/a&gt; from beginning to end. A seven song epic record that swoops and swells. It reminds me of a mid-90s grunge, heavy, rock record. The recording to be completely honest is okay but seeing them live it really came alive. The brightness of the guitar tones mixed with the heaviness of the double kick drum really came alive that evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the record they took what one may consider a break and came back and played for another hour and a half. It only got better, playing songs that were off old records...my favorite "Blood and Thunder" and "Iron Tusks" from Leviathian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this band comes into your town. Please go. Please do yourself this favor and go. It was so good. Technically brilliant. Musically a dream. It's been a few days since I went and I am still feeling the effects of just how great of a band they were. So good. So tight. So together as a band. Go....Go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour dates that are left:&lt;br /&gt;May 4 Le National Montreal, QC&lt;br /&gt;May 5 Opera House Toronto, ON&lt;br /&gt;May 7 House of Blues Boston, MA&lt;br /&gt;May 8 TLA Philadelphia, PA&lt;br /&gt;May 9 Fillmore @ Irving Plaza New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;May 10 Music Hall of Williamsburg Brooklyn, NY&lt;br /&gt;May 12 9:30 Club Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;May 13 Cat’s Cradle Carbarro, NC&lt;br /&gt;May 14 Orange Peel Ashville, NC&lt;br /&gt;May 15 Center Stage Atlanta, GA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7345479010265410015?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7345479010265410015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7345479010265410015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7345479010265410015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7345479010265410015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/mastodon.html' title='Mastodon....'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sf5mg_DddGI/AAAAAAAAA40/mftc8kkpalc/s72-c/mastodon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1583844158563765243</id><published>2009-04-26T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:46:09.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>iconoclasts thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SfSd1eoaooI/AAAAAAAAA4s/GfqyqlkQQM4/s1600-h/808607_1c875bbfd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SfSd1eoaooI/AAAAAAAAA4s/GfqyqlkQQM4/s320/808607_1c875bbfd0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329057801167348354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have a blanket that covered me with love&lt;br /&gt;the strands that kept me warm&lt;br /&gt;were notes and tunes infused with Wilco&lt;br /&gt;notes out of tune&lt;br /&gt;notes with neutral milk hotel, REM, radiohead, and Miles Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would blanket myself and I would never feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I would feel absolutely embraced by the questions &lt;br /&gt;the loneliness, the joy, the questions, and the peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would know that the warmth that I felt &lt;br /&gt;is something that I have put together &lt;br /&gt;and yet I have never made myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music embraces me with thoughts that I could never get&lt;br /&gt;from turning on just the radio&lt;br /&gt;but hearing how this music has impacted others&lt;br /&gt;as they have bee stretched to see the world&lt;br /&gt;with new eyes, perspectives, beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i will lay myself down to hear the silence&lt;br /&gt;but always keeping my ears open to someones &lt;br /&gt;interpretation of how they hear the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1583844158563765243?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1583844158563765243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1583844158563765243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1583844158563765243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1583844158563765243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/iconoclasts-thought.html' title='iconoclasts thought...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SfSd1eoaooI/AAAAAAAAA4s/GfqyqlkQQM4/s72-c/808607_1c875bbfd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-4194761411158821260</id><published>2009-04-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:58:54.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>why should the devil have all the good music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SfSW2KfzMTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mRPwyzXiKJ4/s1600-h/dvd_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SfSW2KfzMTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mRPwyzXiKJ4/s320/dvd_poster2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329050116360974642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been going to church lately. &lt;br /&gt;I don't go because I think it's almost to real &lt;br /&gt;or many times I think it's so far from my reality&lt;br /&gt;and the reality of those that I love that I &lt;br /&gt;just don't go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I watched the documentary "Why Should the Devil Have all the Good Music?" where the directors of the film went to Cornerstone Music Festival and talked to bands and fans about why Christian music is where it is musically and theologically in this point in history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were great questions posted of validity and strength of the message of Jesus. It helped me remember my question of what is Christian and what is 'secular'? I use the secular in quotes because I no longer see the need to separate the two. There is clearly a separation when all i can do is say the word Jesus and I believe in sacred spaces but at the end of the day there is clearly not a difference when the word love is used and when love is in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could tell the differences in interviews of the kids who really thought about the infusion of art with their faith and those who regurgitated what someone else told them to think and infused it with their art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know what the right spirituality is for someone and I don't know if I know for myself. All I know is that the desire for spiritual safety or some sort of safe place to ask questions sounds like a place I desire to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the DVD reminded me where I came from the great safe places that Cornerstone music fest allowed me to ask, allowed amazing people and friendships to come into my life, and allowed me to ask questions that challenged me spiritually, physically, and emotionally. Nothing is perfect. Christianity and it's practice is far from perfect as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that good questions continue to be asked where we allow beauty and truth to be reintegrated with our faith practices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-4194761411158821260?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4194761411158821260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=4194761411158821260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4194761411158821260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4194761411158821260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-should-devil-have-all-good-music.html' title='why should the devil have all the good music?'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SfSW2KfzMTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mRPwyzXiKJ4/s72-c/dvd_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-4278229941020437888</id><published>2009-04-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:38:27.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>a pretty song for you.</title><content type='html'>I am sipping on a cup of coffee &lt;br /&gt;listening to another day by the album leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_4sCm3dirs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_4sCm3dirs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is supposed to rain&lt;br /&gt;and i have my favorite sweater on&lt;br /&gt;my dog by my feet&lt;br /&gt;attempting to find a good book to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something about this simplicity that breathes new life &lt;br /&gt;into the lungs that are old and tired&lt;br /&gt;i think some of it has to do with the fact that i am &lt;br /&gt;growing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;older&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;wiser&lt;br /&gt;dumber&lt;br /&gt;softer&lt;br /&gt;feminine &lt;br /&gt;sanguine&lt;br /&gt;(I like that word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stacks of books in the corners of my room &lt;br /&gt;are calling my name&lt;br /&gt;now that I put aside the remote control&lt;br /&gt;for the option of controlling the input of my own brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking through the beauty of the words from Gloria Steinem&lt;br /&gt;hope for equality&lt;br /&gt;and peace&lt;br /&gt;and desire&lt;br /&gt;to have knowledge about our land&lt;br /&gt;and our space&lt;br /&gt;and making a difference &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever that can mean for you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-4278229941020437888?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4278229941020437888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=4278229941020437888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4278229941020437888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4278229941020437888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-song-for-you.html' title='a pretty song for you.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7801609080403816899</id><published>2009-04-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:41:05.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>life as it begins to bloom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sd-P2dbhA7I/AAAAAAAAA4c/prYD0GF2ElU/s1600-h/il_430xN.65558106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sd-P2dbhA7I/AAAAAAAAA4c/prYD0GF2ElU/s320/il_430xN.65558106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323131450350961586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spring mix for 2009...&lt;br /&gt;Silly to think it took me about a month to make but it's damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot 'N Cold--Katie Perry&lt;br /&gt;2. Just Dance--Lady Gaga (it's a guilty pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;3. Gobbledigoook--Sigur Ros&lt;br /&gt;4. Untrust Us--Crystal Castles &lt;br /&gt;5. This Package is Wrapped--Marnie Stern&lt;br /&gt;6. My Girls- Animal Collective&lt;br /&gt;7. What Ever Happened?--The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;8. Graveyard Girl-M83&lt;br /&gt;9. Kids--MGMT&lt;br /&gt;10. Any Way You Want It--Journey&lt;br /&gt;11. Happy As Can Be--Cut Off Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;12. Halfway Home--TV on the Radio&lt;br /&gt;13. A Magazine Called Sunset--Wilco&lt;br /&gt;14. Magick--Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;15. Summertime Clothes--Animal Collective&lt;br /&gt;16. For Your Love-Marching Band&lt;br /&gt;17. Parallelogram--Deastro&lt;br /&gt;18. Wouldn't It Be Nice--The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;19. Get It On--T. Rex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get print &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=cat2_gallery_18&amp;listing_id=23507909"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7801609080403816899?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7801609080403816899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7801609080403816899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7801609080403816899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7801609080403816899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-as-it-begins-to-bloom.html' title='life as it begins to bloom.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sd-P2dbhA7I/AAAAAAAAA4c/prYD0GF2ElU/s72-c/il_430xN.65558106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8887387751921409590</id><published>2009-04-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:36:02.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>100 records 100 days challenge: Day One...#18 Postal Service: Give Up</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER**As I have pondered my challenge (and been told there are better records) and to that I agree. I am going to still do the challenge but some of the records might change. I recognize that it is supposed to be 'indie' records but what I am realizing is most of these are the first releases of records before they got picked up by a bigger label. Okay cool I get it but there are better records to talk about so I might pick them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SdQheqnPJyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/qmdocdL7dHY/s1600-h/Give_Up-Postal_ServiceX_The_480.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SdQheqnPJyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/qmdocdL7dHY/s320/Give_Up-Postal_ServiceX_The_480.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319913870550050594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone who doesn't really like this record. The side project to Death Cab for Cuties Chris Walla and program smartie Jimmy Tamborello. I think we all know the songs from countless commercials...Apple and Ipods just to say a few off the top of my head. Intel using the idea of the video or the video itself for it's commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The band's name was chosen due to the way in which they produced its songs. Tamborello wrote and performed instrumental tracks and then sent the DATs to Gibbard, who edited the song as he saw fit (adding his vocals along the way), sending them back to Tamborello via the United States Postal Service.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many memories attached to this record. Driving on tour with &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/anahaevia"&gt; Anah Aevia &lt;/a&gt; singing loud with my friend Lukey-T. Dancing on rooftops. Driving around in that convertible with the top down. Most of this music I love evokes many memories and this album evokes so many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record is fun and one of those records that is accessible without being heady and at the same time not so over produced that there are no fresh thoughts or ideas. It was good to hear it again. I close my eyes and see a time that no longer exists with people that are wonderful and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMOkfI7wCrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMOkfI7wCrI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8887387751921409590?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8887387751921409590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8887387751921409590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8887387751921409590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8887387751921409590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/100-records-100-days-challenge-day.html' title='100 records 100 days challenge: Day One...#18 Postal Service: Give Up'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SdQheqnPJyI/AAAAAAAAA4U/qmdocdL7dHY/s72-c/Give_Up-Postal_ServiceX_The_480.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5519619136339942009</id><published>2009-03-31T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:07:47.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazons Top 100 Challenge</title><content type='html'>Amazon.com posted their top 100 'indie rock records.' I went through the list and I thought I don't have some of these and or never heard of a couple. So my goal in the next 100 days is to find, listen, and talk about these records. I don't think I can go in order but it will give me something to do at work every day and something to think about at night. Who knows...I don't think I can do it in exactly a hundred days but we will give it a shot. Maybe this is will be the push I need to get excited about writing about music...giving me a chance to read,  research, and acknowledge what Amazon has concluded great records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Dangerous Magical Noise - The Dirtbombs&lt;br /&gt;99 Passover - The Black Angels&lt;br /&gt;98 To Survive - Joan As Police Woman&lt;br /&gt;97 Ultimate Alternative Wavers - Built To Spill&lt;br /&gt;96 Trans Am - Trans Am&lt;br /&gt;95 The Discovery Of A World Inside... - The Apples In Stereo&lt;br /&gt;94 Waiter: 'You Vultures!' - Portugal The Man&lt;br /&gt;93 Alligator - The National&lt;br /&gt;92 Horses In The Sky - Silver Mt. Zion&lt;br /&gt;91 Gallowsbird's Bark - The Fiery Furnaces&lt;br /&gt;90 Louden Up Now - (!!! Chk Chik Chick)&lt;br /&gt;89 The Milk-Eyed Mender - Joanna Newsom&lt;br /&gt;88 The Power Out - Electrelane&lt;br /&gt;87 Cure For Pain - Morphine&lt;br /&gt;86 Worn Copy - Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti&lt;br /&gt;85 Vivian Girls - Vivian Girls&lt;br /&gt;84 Hearts Of Oak - Ted Leo/Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;83 Save Yourself - Make Up&lt;br /&gt;82 The Last Match - The Aislers Set&lt;br /&gt;81 The Sea and the Bells - Rachel's&lt;br /&gt;80 The Ugly Organ - Cursive&lt;br /&gt;79 De Stijl - The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;78 Nothing Feels Good - The Promise Ring&lt;br /&gt;77 The Smell Of Our Own - The Hidden Cameras&lt;br /&gt;76 Jane From Occupied Europe - Swell Maps&lt;br /&gt;75 Furnace Room Lullaby - Neko Case&lt;br /&gt;74 The Curtain Hits The Cast - Low&lt;br /&gt;73 The R&amp;B Of Membership - The Delta 72&lt;br /&gt;72 II &amp; III - Camper Van Beethoven&lt;br /&gt;71 Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating... - Spiritualized&lt;br /&gt;70 The Fawn - The Sea And Cake&lt;br /&gt;69 Feast of Wire - Calexico&lt;br /&gt;68 Oh, Inverted World - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;67 Will You Find Me - Ida&lt;br /&gt;66 Milk Man - Deerhoof&lt;br /&gt;65 Coquelicot Asleep In The Poppies... - Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;64 Rejoicing in The Hands - Devendra Banhart&lt;br /&gt;63 Destroyer's Rubies - Destroyer&lt;br /&gt;62 TNT - Tortoise&lt;br /&gt;61 Neon Golden - The Notwist&lt;br /&gt;60 Daddy's Highway - The Bats&lt;br /&gt;59 Set Yourself On Fire - Stars&lt;br /&gt;58 Fabulous Muscles - Xiu Xiu&lt;br /&gt;57 Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes - TV On The Radio&lt;br /&gt;56 The Decline And Fall Of Heavenly - Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;55 The Mysterious Production of Eggs - Andrew Bird&lt;br /&gt;54 Pussy-Whipped - Bikini Kill&lt;br /&gt;53 Sing No Evil - Half Japanese&lt;br /&gt;52 Liberty Belle And The Black Diamond Express - The Go Betweens&lt;br /&gt;51 Emperor Tomato Ketchup - Stereolab&lt;br /&gt;50 And Don't The Kids Just Love It - Television Personalities&lt;br /&gt;49 Wild Love - Smog&lt;br /&gt;48 Agaetis Byrjun - Sigur Ros&lt;br /&gt;47 Red House Painters I - Red House Painters&lt;br /&gt;46 Advisory Committee - Mirah&lt;br /&gt;45 How Memory Works - Joan Of Arc&lt;br /&gt;44 On Fire - Galaxie 500&lt;br /&gt;43 On - Imperial Teen&lt;br /&gt;42 Mass Romantic [Remastered] - The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;41 Gulag Orkestar - Beirut&lt;br /&gt;40 This Nation's Saving Grace - The Fall&lt;br /&gt;39 You Forgot It In People - Broken Social Scene&lt;br /&gt;38 I Am A Bird Now - Antony &amp; The Johnsons&lt;br /&gt;37 When Your Heartstrings Break - Beulah&lt;br /&gt;36 Our Endless Numbered Days - Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;35 Person Pitch - Panda Bear&lt;br /&gt;34 Let's Get Out of This Country - Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;33 Merriweather Post Pavilion - Animal Collective&lt;br /&gt;32 Let It Be [Expanded Edition] - The Replacements&lt;br /&gt;31 Repeater + 3 Songs - Fugazi&lt;br /&gt;30 Zen Arcade - Hüsker Dü&lt;br /&gt;29 24 Hour Revenge Therapy - Jawbreaker&lt;br /&gt;28 Lift Your Skinny Fists... - godspeed you black emperor!&lt;br /&gt;27 Yellow House - Grizzly Bear&lt;br /&gt;26 The Glow Pt. 2 - The Microphones&lt;br /&gt;25 Black Candy - Beat Happening&lt;br /&gt;24 Funeral - Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;23 Moon Pix - Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;22 Diary - Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;21 Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil... - Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;20 I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One - Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;19 Kill the Moonlight - Spoon&lt;br /&gt;18 Give Up - The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;17 Dig Me Out - Sleater-Kinney&lt;br /&gt;16 No Pocky for Kitty - Superchunk&lt;br /&gt;15 I See A Darkness - Bonnie "Prince" Billy&lt;br /&gt;14 We Have The Facts and We're Voting Yes - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;13 Michigan - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;12 Daydream Nation - Sonic Youth&lt;br /&gt;11 69 Love Songs Volume 1 - The Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;10 Bakesale - Sebadoh&lt;br /&gt;09 Either/Or - Elliott Smith&lt;br /&gt;08 Surfer Rosa - Pixies&lt;br /&gt;07 If You're Feeling Sinister - Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;06 Slanted &amp; Enchanted - Pavement&lt;br /&gt;05 Imperial f.f.r.r. (Deluxe Edition) - Unrest&lt;br /&gt;04 Exile In Guyville - Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;03 Spiderland - Slint&lt;br /&gt;02 In the Aeroplane Over the Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;01 Bee Thousand - Guided by Voices&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5519619136339942009?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5519619136339942009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5519619136339942009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5519619136339942009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5519619136339942009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazons-top-100-challenge.html' title='Amazons Top 100 Challenge'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2429282369385381083</id><published>2009-03-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:49:03.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Films when you can't move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SdK27S03GII/AAAAAAAAA4M/WyTKFiLgQVQ/s1600-h/mosaic7771951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SdK27S03GII/AAAAAAAAA4M/WyTKFiLgQVQ/s320/mosaic7771951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319515239660066946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my back being sore, hurt, and for a day and half not really able to move I had quite a lot of time to watch some movies. Most of them fantastic a couple glad I watched but not worth mentioning. I won't go into huge diatribes but I thought some of these had a few sentences worth of a high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rachel Getting Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic film about addiction, recovery, and family dynamics. I think Anne Hathaway is fantastic and I think it's a great film to discuss personal dynamics as they link with our family and coping choices. Good. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Persopolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustrated story about the civil war of Taran, Iran and a young girls development alongside this tragedy. It's a search for freedom and self. It's a beautiful story with even more beautiful artwork. It was good film to understand the national identity of a country I didn't really know much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;King Corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC documentary about the use of Iowa corn. Did you know that you can't eat the corn that 95% of Iowa farmers grow? I had no clue. Did you know that most of what we eat is corn? Fabulous film showing the movement of nutritional to feed corn/high fructose corn syrup. I think it was a smart story to share how our culture and way of life is changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Like Killing Flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE from the day. It is a crazy story of the owner of a dive restaurant in New York. He asks the most fantastic questions about the meaning of life as well as living it within a community like space. You have to watch it to believe it!! Fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conversation(s) With Other Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting conversation on love and loss. Shot and edited with a split story...connecting together the past with the present AND what could have been with what actually has. It is smart, funny, and breathtakingly simple. I could watch this one a few times and think I could still find something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The King of Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly geeky film. I loved it for that reason. I love when people get passionate and psyched on something that has meaning to a very small group of people. Fantastic. This small business man seeks to break the record of the 1985 world champion of Donkey Kong. When you are good you are good. No questions asked. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great movie watching experience. You should let me know if you have seen any of these and some thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2429282369385381083?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2429282369385381083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2429282369385381083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2429282369385381083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2429282369385381083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/films-when-you-cant-move.html' title='Films when you can&apos;t move'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SdK27S03GII/AAAAAAAAA4M/WyTKFiLgQVQ/s72-c/mosaic7771951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1792811711329278097</id><published>2009-03-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:00:03.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Cohen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sc5XjMBuOXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/bc3-rMq8Ntw/s1600-h/leonardo_cohen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sc5XjMBuOXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/bc3-rMq8Ntw/s320/leonardo_cohen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318284472006621554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=102042655"&gt; Leonard Cohen&lt;/a&gt; the great song writer of beloved "Hallelujah" as well as so many others has a live double disk streaming on NPR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what I will be doing today is listening to his sweet raspy voice challenge me on life and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1792811711329278097?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1792811711329278097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1792811711329278097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1792811711329278097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1792811711329278097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/cohen.html' title='Cohen.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Sc5XjMBuOXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/bc3-rMq8Ntw/s72-c/leonardo_cohen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2066098489338136187</id><published>2009-03-26T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:48:19.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>creativity and a salad shooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ScuHQOnwBWI/AAAAAAAAA38/tkiwJqqHZR4/s1600-h/creativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ScuHQOnwBWI/AAAAAAAAA38/tkiwJqqHZR4/s320/creativity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317492497913480546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/seancarasso"&gt; Sean &lt;/a&gt; linked me to &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/08/opinion/08friedman.html?_r=2"&gt; THIS &lt;/a&gt; article in the New York Times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to talk about the financial and ecological impact. This article reveals my thoughts and feelings of the last few years and my thoughts to the continual future. Do we really need these things or this stuff to give us meaning, pleasure, or hope? I can't imagine that our stuff can do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this recession/depression where and how will we (I) be creative in thinking of new ways to help the economy without it being a plastic salad shooter or a new pair of shoes. I hope that we can find new ways to deal with our country and our lifestyle that doesn't include having 'stuff' to make our country be the 'best around.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is interesting....I just want to be creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2066098489338136187?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2066098489338136187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2066098489338136187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2066098489338136187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2066098489338136187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/creativity-and-salad-shooter.html' title='creativity and a salad shooter'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ScuHQOnwBWI/AAAAAAAAA38/tkiwJqqHZR4/s72-c/creativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2301520430169232461</id><published>2009-03-25T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:59:59.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>Happiness is.....</title><content type='html'>When movie trailer like this exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g84nC5UXbXo&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g84nC5UXbXo&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be one of my all time favorite childrens books. I love when you watch something new and it sends shivers up your arms and back. I think this will be fantastic!! The only thing that made me sad was when I saw that it is coming up in October...it's better not be pushed to the next summer like the Harry Potter movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2301520430169232461?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2301520430169232461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2301520430169232461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2301520430169232461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2301520430169232461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is.....'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5710433261308007429</id><published>2009-03-25T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:44:26.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Wilco Record</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Scrd7px76hI/AAAAAAAAA30/W5UE7V5LAzk/s1600-h/wilco_loft1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Scrd7px76hI/AAAAAAAAA30/W5UE7V5LAzk/s320/wilco_loft1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317306326961613330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO SO SO excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new Wilco record is set to be released in the end of June. Oh I am a happy lady!!&lt;br /&gt;From Wilcoworld.net this is being said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forthcoming and still-untitled next Wilco album is nearing completion. Jim Scott and the band spent the last few weeks mixing in Jim's studio in Valencia, California and here's a list of song titles spied on the reels -- note this is not necessarily complete and not in sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper Down&lt;br /&gt;Conscript (aka I'll Fight)&lt;br /&gt;One Wing&lt;br /&gt;Solitaire&lt;br /&gt;Wilco (the song)&lt;br /&gt;Country Disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Bull Black Nova&lt;br /&gt;Sonny Feeling&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/blogs/smokingsection/2009/02/the-ss-gets-the-first-listen-t.php"&gt; Rolling Stone &lt;/a&gt; blogger has heard the record and said they were hoping for a little more Yankee Hotel Foxtrot sonic dissonance but rumors have it that it will take yet another route. I just hope there are some great riffs like in Impossible Germany....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Wilco=Happy Amy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5710433261308007429?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5710433261308007429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5710433261308007429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5710433261308007429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5710433261308007429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-wilco-record.html' title='New Wilco Record'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/Scrd7px76hI/AAAAAAAAA30/W5UE7V5LAzk/s72-c/wilco_loft1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2976749419351048362</id><published>2009-03-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:37:48.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>you change you change you change your mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ScpLm7xo3XI/AAAAAAAAA3s/T9K86XsP4VI/s1600-h/marniestern_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ScpLm7xo3XI/AAAAAAAAA3s/T9K86XsP4VI/s320/marniestern_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317145442317294962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic album that was out last year was Marnie Stern's &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This Is It And I Am It And You Are It And So Is That And He Is It And She Is It And It Is It And That Is That.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I LOVE this record!! It's sassy. It's tough. It's raw and at the same time it's lyrics dig into me just like her superb finger tapping skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I know this record isn't for everyone but that's the beauty of music and desiring a bit deeper and a but longer to find something that grabs you and makes you say....really? this can be done? And done well it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/blackplasticbag/2009/03/06/interview-marnie-stern/"&gt; THIS &lt;/a&gt; is a realy great interview regarding Marnie and falling into the music world. If you are friends of Hella you will be friends with Marnie...Zach Hill the drummer for the fabo band is playing drums on this little guy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO for Transformer...Check it before you wreck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3oxU9-zeiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3oxU9-zeiA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2976749419351048362?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2976749419351048362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2976749419351048362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2976749419351048362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2976749419351048362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-change-you-change-you-change-your.html' title='you change you change you change your mind...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/ScpLm7xo3XI/AAAAAAAAA3s/T9K86XsP4VI/s72-c/marniestern_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2361694686484303232</id><published>2009-03-24T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:52:31.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bon Iver is heaven...</title><content type='html'>...and it is even sweeter when covering the 80s jam "I Don't Want to Lose Your Love" by the Outfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upS6KFotO5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upS6KFotO5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2361694686484303232?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2361694686484303232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2361694686484303232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2361694686484303232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2361694686484303232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/bon-iver-is-heaven.html' title='Bon Iver is heaven...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-9139273854514159341</id><published>2009-03-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:32:14.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music worth being read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SckIw0t_QQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/RMwXoiDK3RA/s1600-h/march-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SckIw0t_QQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/RMwXoiDK3RA/s320/march-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316790469965857026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this magazine called Harp that went under last year. As I was searching for a birthday present I came across a magazine entitled &lt;a href="http://www.blurt-online.com"&gt; BLURT &lt;/a&gt; that caught my eye. It looked as similiar to the layout of Harp and as I perused the issue and noticed that it was the same as Harp but a new name. I LOVE the thoughts of the people who write for the magazine. It's smart. Funny. Witty and it digs deeper into the topics than most music journalists allow themselves to dig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not shallow or trite. It doesn't seem to be caught up in just the latest trends but continues to talk about those who came before and how the continue to influence the sounds that come today. It was worth the five dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Sex and the City episode Carrie is talking to a fashion photographer about the photos he has taken. She makes mention that she would have to choose food or Vogue and she would choose Vogue because she thought it would feed her more. I feel this way about this magazine. I think reading about music and those who do it feeds me in a way that much else does. I know that I get quite passionate about certain aspects of life and I am okay to be passionate about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something sparked when I found the magazine. I remembered what I loved and though I am far away from what I have considered normal I know that you can't walk away from what you love. For me it's late nights in a smokey space with people who love exposing themselves to art, music, and something bigger than yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-9139273854514159341?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9139273854514159341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=9139273854514159341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/9139273854514159341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/9139273854514159341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-worth-being-read.html' title='Music worth being read'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SckIw0t_QQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/RMwXoiDK3RA/s72-c/march-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2973846442381190822</id><published>2009-03-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:19:15.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>cobwebs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SckH6Ux28TI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Ru63OB5U89E/s1600-h/Photo+83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SckH6Ux28TI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Ru63OB5U89E/s320/Photo+83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316789533679218994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time that I blogged or had the urge to blog. &lt;br /&gt;I think that was a good thing. A good idea indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new thoughts again. &lt;br /&gt;When the snow was falling so was my heart. &lt;br /&gt;It needed to hybernate and keep warm. &lt;br /&gt;It was studying, reading, seeing with eyes that were broken and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting and hiding seemed like the best idea. &lt;br /&gt;Change is imperative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to start with writing about the cultural adventures I have taken. &lt;br /&gt;Some in sound and some in film&lt;br /&gt;Some about the heart&lt;br /&gt;and others about art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is for the taking and ready to reach my hand out and work for it. &lt;br /&gt;and so i begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking the cobwebs from the corners...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2973846442381190822?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2973846442381190822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2973846442381190822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2973846442381190822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2973846442381190822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/cobwebs.html' title='cobwebs.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SckH6Ux28TI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Ru63OB5U89E/s72-c/Photo+83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3615589791281667094</id><published>2009-02-28T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:24:48.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stole this from barry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SaoOA6Ep0dI/AAAAAAAAA3U/pFTRMPRhDD0/s1600-h/6a00d8341c1ad253ef010536eac610970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SaoOA6Ep0dI/AAAAAAAAA3U/pFTRMPRhDD0/s320/6a00d8341c1ad253ef010536eac610970c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308070519561114066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3615589791281667094?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3615589791281667094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3615589791281667094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3615589791281667094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3615589791281667094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-stole-this-from-barry.html' title='i stole this from barry'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SaoOA6Ep0dI/AAAAAAAAA3U/pFTRMPRhDD0/s72-c/6a00d8341c1ad253ef010536eac610970c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-555154907087968284</id><published>2009-02-23T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:45:20.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>When I left LA I left this blog behind. &lt;br /&gt;I was so inspired when i was laying in my bed with blue walls&lt;br /&gt;la cucaracha playing in my neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;the fans hum&lt;br /&gt;the noise&lt;br /&gt;the slamming of the door&lt;br /&gt;the cringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home tonight and i sat on the couch&lt;br /&gt;i have lost my stride&lt;br /&gt;my original thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel blank&lt;br /&gt;i feel bored&lt;br /&gt;i feel uninspired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i don't feel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to find my path&lt;br /&gt;i just want to find a home&lt;br /&gt;to call my own&lt;br /&gt;to not want to put on my feathered wings&lt;br /&gt;and fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want something to feel normal&lt;br /&gt;to pay my bills on time&lt;br /&gt;to maybe save some money&lt;br /&gt;to feel connected to the community&lt;br /&gt;and have a place where i know is my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-555154907087968284?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/555154907087968284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=555154907087968284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/555154907087968284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/555154907087968284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1309745874963376275</id><published>2009-01-27T06:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:35:06.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobby mcjobberison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SX8blGOuFcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/5wemVgdjSkc/s1600-h/arts-opp-jobs-314x315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SX8blGOuFcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/5wemVgdjSkc/s320/arts-opp-jobs-314x315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295982010952455618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am job searching today. &lt;br /&gt;I think I may have mentioned this before&lt;br /&gt;but it may be one of the most taxing endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put hope in the idea that there is something out there for me&lt;br /&gt;i am bright&lt;br /&gt;talented&lt;br /&gt;full of energy&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the path is out there&lt;br /&gt;and i know eventually it will be &lt;br /&gt;clear momentarily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1309745874963376275?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1309745874963376275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1309745874963376275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1309745874963376275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1309745874963376275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/jobby-mcjobberison.html' title='jobby mcjobberison'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SX8blGOuFcI/AAAAAAAAA3M/5wemVgdjSkc/s72-c/arts-opp-jobs-314x315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1938466697653833100</id><published>2009-01-25T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:13:40.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>salt stained upon my windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SX0qXr8uMJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/8HTdOO-xVVE/s1600-h/BN9036_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SX0qXr8uMJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/8HTdOO-xVVE/s320/BN9036_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295435323280339090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh soul&lt;br /&gt;there is something within you&lt;br /&gt;waiting earnestly to break forth&lt;br /&gt;to be set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find your match&lt;br /&gt;to be connected &lt;br /&gt;to another's fire&lt;br /&gt;what eyes do you see?&lt;br /&gt;what ears do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i see it winding up &lt;br /&gt;to move forward&lt;br /&gt;to be used and reused&lt;br /&gt;washed, cleansed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saeglopur pours from the speakers&lt;br /&gt;and instantly my soul is&lt;br /&gt;speaking a language&lt;br /&gt;even i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes pour forth &lt;br /&gt;with a mixture made with salt&lt;br /&gt;that soul speaks on behalf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminding me that beauty exists&lt;br /&gt;that breathing is imperative&lt;br /&gt;that being sweapt away in the moment&lt;br /&gt;is as beautiful as holding your breath&lt;br /&gt;and closing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the eyes re-engage with life&lt;br /&gt;the surroundings look the same&lt;br /&gt;but i have changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1938466697653833100?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1938466697653833100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1938466697653833100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1938466697653833100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1938466697653833100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/salt-stained-upon-my-windows.html' title='salt stained upon my windows'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SX0qXr8uMJI/AAAAAAAAA3E/8HTdOO-xVVE/s72-c/BN9036_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1989136663180502874</id><published>2009-01-18T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:17:31.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>a question posed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SXOOOZiAlpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ehf4XPtMv8Y/s1600-h/closed_doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SXOOOZiAlpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ehf4XPtMv8Y/s320/closed_doors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292730365113308818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could imagine a life where something made sense&lt;br /&gt;would i have to be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are things now supposed to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;will questions always persist?&lt;br /&gt;in satisfaction not guaranteed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what keeps my feet from moving forward?&lt;br /&gt;what keeps my hands so still?&lt;br /&gt;as i question the answers seem trivial&lt;br /&gt;as more questions continue to pile up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something has to stop for something new to begin.&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;then stop. start. open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SXOOOBqXRzI/AAAAAAAAA2g/abdGvM3Sf_4/s1600-h/0000000163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SXOOOBqXRzI/AAAAAAAAA2g/abdGvM3Sf_4/s320/0000000163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292730358705899314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1989136663180502874?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1989136663180502874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1989136663180502874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1989136663180502874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1989136663180502874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/question-posed.html' title='a question posed'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SXOOOZiAlpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ehf4XPtMv8Y/s72-c/closed_doors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1998987263201212197</id><published>2009-01-15T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:31:38.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a moment</title><content type='html'>I made my coffee very dark this morning&lt;br /&gt;it was a good mistake&lt;br /&gt;the phone did not ring this morning&lt;br /&gt;and that provided the opportunity to &lt;br /&gt;relax my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;ease my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cold you don't want to step outside&lt;br /&gt;but the sun bounces off the snow&lt;br /&gt;and the birds decided to come out and play. &lt;br /&gt;which i didn't realize &lt;br /&gt;when i stood in front of the window&lt;br /&gt;and i realized i could see the gold flecks on their &lt;br /&gt;feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered the beauty&lt;br /&gt;when you stop running so fast&lt;br /&gt;and you remember what it means to breathe&lt;br /&gt;and let in the possabilities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1998987263201212197?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1998987263201212197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1998987263201212197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1998987263201212197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1998987263201212197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment.html' title='a moment'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7843826561975193044</id><published>2009-01-12T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:30:11.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>My fiction exploration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SWvsPQRSL-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9sScItRGBi0/s1600-h/franny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SWvsPQRSL-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9sScItRGBi0/s320/franny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290581934086434786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading again. It was funny after I graduated that I didn't want to read anymore and slowly I started to pick up books again. I even got myself a library card. Which is sweet because I get to read these books for free. I know that's the point of the library card but after being in school where buying books was an 'investment', the new novelty of getting books, reading them, and getting more without money being exchanged. Novel. Yet exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and started reading Faulkner's As I Lay Dying. I tried to read it but i just couldn't get into it. Then I realized that there were no book reports to write, discussion groups to join, connections to be made with the classes I was taking and i went and returned the book. It was an exciting moment because it gave me the freedom to make new choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book has been Franny and Zooey (Salinger). It was such a beautiful conversation about life, faith, decisions, and the burden of knowledge. I think with all that has gone in my life the last six months this was just what I needed to read. It has been awhile since I had read a book of nonfiction that really drew me in and captured my attention. I don't know what I had originally thought the book would be about but whatever I thought was way off. A not so simple conversation between siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really have to say at this moment in time but I am sure there will be more thoughts later. Being in a quiet home is so different and I am still trying to adjust. I am going to try to write more. I need to. I feel a bit rusty....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7843826561975193044?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7843826561975193044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7843826561975193044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7843826561975193044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7843826561975193044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fiction-exploration.html' title='My fiction exploration'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SWvsPQRSL-I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9sScItRGBi0/s72-c/franny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8044515376308566934</id><published>2009-01-02T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:32:30.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mumbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV6V8KJZqwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/h2pm5YSJPbI/s1600-h/pen-paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV6V8KJZqwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/h2pm5YSJPbI/s320/pen-paper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286827873328016130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on reading&lt;br /&gt;the reading is to help my writing&lt;br /&gt;something I seem to be doing less&lt;br /&gt;because I have been reading more&lt;br /&gt;to tighten my sentences&lt;br /&gt;and produce a better sound&lt;br /&gt;but the writing now seems to me a jumble&lt;br /&gt;and the reading seems&lt;br /&gt;to be taking me two steps back&lt;br /&gt;rather than a baby step forward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8044515376308566934?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8044515376308566934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8044515376308566934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8044515376308566934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8044515376308566934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/mumbles.html' title='mumbles'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV6V8KJZqwI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/h2pm5YSJPbI/s72-c/pen-paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3333281881075649900</id><published>2009-01-01T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:22:36.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Animal names...</title><content type='html'>I love looking through the best of the year lists. This year I am noting a pattern though. The rest of this post is just a thought...I am not saying that these bands are bad or these bands are unoriginal. The following is a continued thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV1kSejC-FI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MbXwLCtQlqk/s1600-h/brian-wilson-smile-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV1kSejC-FI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MbXwLCtQlqk/s320/brian-wilson-smile-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286491806203312210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004 Brian Wilson released "Smile" that fantastic collection that uses materials from The Beach Boys "Pet Sounds." The characterization of the record is unique. The fantastic album uses vocal harmonies, multi-layers, abstract noises and movements. I really enjoy this record and many like it. So much so that since that record it has sparked the interest of indie rock basement dwellers for years to come. The conversation of Pet Sounds and it's follow up of Smile has captured the admiration and interest of the hipster type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the release of the beloved "Smile" some newly defined classics have emerged. In 2004 and in 2005 Animal Collective released "Sung Tongs" and "Feels." The records are great but they reminded me of something...it reminded me of the beloved pet sounds. 2006 released Grizzly Bears "Yellow House". Another beautiful record with beautiful melodies and vocal part harmonies that are earthy...tribal at moments. Nothing sparked or clicked in my head. What makes these records so good? 2007 has Panda Bear (with members of Animal Collective) releasing "Person Pitch." &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV1sMlVrHwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/6LUSHQnrC4M/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV1sMlVrHwI/AAAAAAAAA2I/6LUSHQnrC4M/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286500501040078594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another great record with fantastic layers and transfixing vocal harmonies. 2008 Fleet Foxes seem to have taken the Indie World by storm and placing their record in the category with the rest of these bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess all this to say. What is our infatuation with the vocal harmonies and the animal names. Something happened with "Pet Sounds" some have written to say it was a magical record (or maybe those are my words). Many records you can put in once and you have the feel for it, a few more times and you got it. But the records I have mentioned fold and unfold telling new stories. I can understand why they would be in a top ten but is there going to be something sooner than later that isn't an offshoot of our beloved Pet Sounds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating is never easy. I don't make music. I LOVE it and can't go a day without listening, ingesting, and  finding some new thought about some record, some band, or some new song. Some days I want to dance and some days I want one song and one song that helps my heart. Some days I wonder how the same record year after year gets put on number one lists time after time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are my thoughts....Any one want to start a band? We could call it Bears of Vocal Harmonies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3333281881075649900?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3333281881075649900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3333281881075649900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3333281881075649900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3333281881075649900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/animal-names.html' title='Animal names...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SV1kSejC-FI/AAAAAAAAA2A/MbXwLCtQlqk/s72-c/brian-wilson-smile-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6801401846457299704</id><published>2008-12-31T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:15:08.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>so this is the new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SVvgz5y0MdI/AAAAAAAAA14/iu7a6uam3RE/s1600-h/1228STATEN-ISLAND-NEW-YEAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SVvgz5y0MdI/AAAAAAAAA14/iu7a6uam3RE/s320/1228STATEN-ISLAND-NEW-YEAR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286065769941316050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i have been &lt;br /&gt;motivated&lt;br /&gt;to move &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my feet or my hands&lt;br /&gt;but to move my mind to find&lt;br /&gt;new dreams&lt;br /&gt;and new passions&lt;br /&gt;and a new breath in my lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the new year will bring&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what 2009 will provide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 2008 has a single finger raised to it's calendar page&lt;br /&gt;and i wave fond farewell&lt;br /&gt;and I don't look back&lt;br /&gt;so that you may see my eyes one last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6801401846457299704?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6801401846457299704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6801401846457299704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6801401846457299704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6801401846457299704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-this-is-new-year.html' title='so this is the new year...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SVvgz5y0MdI/AAAAAAAAA14/iu7a6uam3RE/s72-c/1228STATEN-ISLAND-NEW-YEAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-4890374928405674919</id><published>2008-12-23T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:12:16.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a strange.</title><content type='html'>I had this strange experience yesterday where my life currently went and intermingled with my past. I was thinking of a record and a friend called and mentioned that he was listening to that record right at that moment. It wasn't something that I have listened to for quite some time and it was a strange coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I love strange coincidences. Usually that is when my lazy mind recieves a signal that something is happening that you are not in control of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange coincidences continued to happen throughout the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like knowing that we are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-4890374928405674919?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4890374928405674919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=4890374928405674919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4890374928405674919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4890374928405674919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange.html' title='a strange.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6270731475540518272</id><published>2008-12-16T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:17:27.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Records 2008</title><content type='html'>This year as I had mentioned earlier came with so much change. I spent just as much time finding old records as I did new records. This was a good year for me and music. I found many songs that comforted and just as many that made me dance. But it is now time for the coveted top ten records. Many years I check out other websites top ten and usually there is a sense of cohesion. Not this year! So here is my list. There are records missing. About half way into next year I will feel more caught up. You might not see your favorite...these are just some of mine. Take it as you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiJbxjEoyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/eLsjGNYtFBw/s1600-h/tv_on_the_radio-dear_science-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiJbxjEoyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/eLsjGNYtFBw/s400/tv_on_the_radio-dear_science-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280621673341821730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#10 TV on the Radio: "Dear Science": I like this record. Not the best TV on the Radio Record by far but of all the records that I heard it's a lot better than lets say The Jonas Brothers or She and Him! I think the drums are amazing in the record. I love the lyrical flow, and I like that they took chances. Did it work perfect? Nope but that's ok I still like the record....It has indie, dance, and hip hop element strung together like a necklace around your neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiIMibRUII/AAAAAAAAA1o/In8DkXqiZQ0/s1600-h/the_cool_kids_the_bake_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiIMibRUII/AAAAAAAAA1o/In8DkXqiZQ0/s400/the_cool_kids_the_bake_sale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620312072900738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#9 The Cool Kids "Bake Sale": This hip hop record throws down the fattiest beats. The production is hot and the lyrics are even hotter. The record is tough from beginning to end. My favorite jam is Black Mags...The record is not over hyped or over produced. It's just a SOLID hip hop jam from beginning to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiHXsdgVMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/X_6U4Ptz72o/s1600-h/M83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiHXsdgVMI/AAAAAAAAA1g/X_6U4Ptz72o/s400/M83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280619404233561282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#8 M83 "Saturdays=Youth: This record is throw back 1986. If 16 Candles could have a soundtrack this would be it. I love the synth pop 80s feel. I love the 80s and I love this record. It's like Popples and Punky Brewster all over again. Sign me up twice and find me boyfriend before the record ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiGeVi5BoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Cfa0tbg083o/s1600-h/canopy-glow-anathallo-cd-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiGeVi5BoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Cfa0tbg083o/s400/canopy-glow-anathallo-cd-cover-art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618418829592194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#7 Anathallo "Canopy Glow": Granted my bestie is in the band but I wouldn't just put it on there for that reason. That would be wrong. But I really like the record. At first it seemed simple and Sufjans kin but the more I listened the more it grew and more I heard a new direction from a band I have heard and listened to almost as much as Wilco. The backing vocals of Erica are so beautiful!! The tracks of Canopy Glow and Bells are so beautiful and I really enjoy the lyrics focusing on the natural life and the earth. It's a beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiFah2cy3I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/nIh1ui9oxso/s1600-h/Wolves_and_Wishes-Dosh_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiFah2cy3I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/nIh1ui9oxso/s400/Wolves_and_Wishes-Dosh_480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280617253901749106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#6 Dosh: "Wolves and Wishes": I am a fan of great instrumental records. I happened to hear them live when Anathallo opened for him. Dosh is better known to being part of Andrew Bird's band. This is a great record with stylish layers and thoughtful melodies. There is a lot going on but nothing that would be so overwhelming that you get lost in the noise or the consistent patterns. The record is smart and I like smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiD4FRNxbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/R7hcx3cv_pU/s1600-h/tw_you_and_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiD4FRNxbI/AAAAAAAAA1I/R7hcx3cv_pU/s400/tw_you_and_me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280615562602202546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#5 The Walkmen "You &amp; Me": The Walkmen are a solid, tight, well played, well produced band. They have great vision, they have sassy songs, they are fun, and the more you listen the more the record opens up to your ears. The lyrics are so beautiful. I wasn't a fan of the Walkmen in years past but something happened and I heard the tune The Rat off of "Bows and Arrows" and then I got the Walkmen...something clicked and I seemed to understand where they were coming from and what they were trying to tell me. After that stunning moment I knew the Walkmen would be a band I would love. This record sealed the deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiCyTpsRCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8Usxy-Sur8o/s1600-h/Fleet-Foxes-Fleet-Foxes-433078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiCyTpsRCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8Usxy-Sur8o/s400/Fleet-Foxes-Fleet-Foxes-433078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280614363872117794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#4 Fleet Foxes "Fleet Foxes": The album had a lot of buzz about it. It's good but not on the top of my list. The record throws it's reins around the americana/folk generation and holds on tight. The vocal harmonies are tight and the mix is well put together. I wasn't to into it at first and yet I felt like a second listen. It blossomed over time. I really like when records do that. I like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiCL0FWhVI/AAAAAAAAA04/tDgi0Lsm2Gc/s1600-h/horsefeathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiCL0FWhVI/AAAAAAAAA04/tDgi0Lsm2Gc/s400/horsefeathers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280613702563169618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#3 Horse Feathers: "House with No Home" I found this band late one night and I knew it was love at first listen. I found "Words are Dead" a 2006 release and listened to that pretty frequently and the follow up to that record is this little ditty. Simple, sweet, dark, and beautiful. It must be the aura surrounding the record or lyrics that catch my attention after ten times listening to the record. I like the record because of the use of the piano and strings. The theme seems to be simple this year.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUh9NVMPtmI/AAAAAAAAA0w/g0KjfGaSozM/s1600-h/6a00e398ece58b000500fad68b02a40005-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUh9NVMPtmI/AAAAAAAAA0w/g0KjfGaSozM/s400/6a00e398ece58b000500fad68b02a40005-500pi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280608231072183906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#2 Sigur Ros: "Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust": The sixth album from Icelandic wonders, Sigur Ros, make my heart melt. My eyes and heart fill with wonder, and my spirit is often at rest or peace when this record plays. Is it there best record? I'm not sure. But it is simple, easy, happy and joyous. It's fun and beautiful. A rare combo!! The record in english is: "With a buzz in our ears we play endlessly"... I think I listen to this record endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUh8Tfz-WFI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wkUPKtIJXec/s1600-h/bon_iver-for_emma_forever_ago-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUh8Tfz-WFI/AAAAAAAAA0o/wkUPKtIJXec/s400/bon_iver-for_emma_forever_ago-new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280607237490759762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  #1 Bon Iver "For Emma Forever Ago": Hands Down my favorite record. Skinny Love was a track I found early on and the record itself I don't think was removed from the cd player for over a month. A simple record, ten tracks. The lyrics are profound expressing heartbreak, lost, and life. I am inspired by this record. The BEST record that whispers it's goodness on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6270731475540518272?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6270731475540518272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6270731475540518272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6270731475540518272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6270731475540518272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-ten-records-2008.html' title='Top Ten Records 2008'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUiJbxjEoyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/eLsjGNYtFBw/s72-c/tv_on_the_radio-dear_science-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2269156937497118304</id><published>2008-12-13T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:10:11.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>snow day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUPQS1i1_YI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EoY3DbmTtsk/s1600-h/guilford_snow_dec2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUPQS1i1_YI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EoY3DbmTtsk/s320/guilford_snow_dec2002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279292210237799810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from the winter has done me well&lt;br /&gt;when the sun shines i feel like there is a different sense of &lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet I retreated back&lt;br /&gt;to a place I once called home&lt;br /&gt;the rain was loud against my window&lt;br /&gt;and you sat and read and listened &lt;br /&gt;as the pounding force of the rain&lt;br /&gt;was it's own rhythm&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the snow has begun to fall&lt;br /&gt;and new clothing adorns my body&lt;br /&gt;and my legs and arms &lt;br /&gt;are consistenly wrapped in a variety of materials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feelings of linen and wool against my face&lt;br /&gt;as I try to beat the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the snow is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;so silent as opposed to it's counterpart&lt;br /&gt;and you have to watch&lt;br /&gt;with silence&lt;br /&gt;in the dark &lt;br /&gt;as the wind make it dance outside of the &lt;br /&gt;freezing window pane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is where i am at. &lt;br /&gt;staring at the grace offered to me&lt;br /&gt;as well as the silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2269156937497118304?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2269156937497118304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2269156937497118304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2269156937497118304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2269156937497118304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='snow day.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SUPQS1i1_YI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/EoY3DbmTtsk/s72-c/guilford_snow_dec2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6986899686274145444</id><published>2008-11-26T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:39:04.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My favorite songs of 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SS3Pjp-8vnI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R9aK6TIutts/s1600-h/39118576_8b5ff8705d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SS3Pjp-8vnI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R9aK6TIutts/s320/39118576_8b5ff8705d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273098950192971378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite songs of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favorite songs of the year. i will do my favorite records of 2008 next month...but I was thinking of the mixes I have made, the songs I have put on repeat, the songs that made me stop and cry or stop and make me smile. They didn't necessarily arrive in 2008 but they certainly resonated in 2008 so I am making a list. Maybe you can find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was complex and hard. Beauty and Pain filled the year. Death and Celebration. Joy and Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was filled with emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sia: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6PGrub3jUc"&gt; Breathe Me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Colour the Small One, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;If I could bottle one song and say 2008 it would be this song. I would lay on the floor of the green house with my ear near the speaker and put it on repeat. I am sure that the roommates were sick of this song past April but it is so beautiful. The stings describe the heart where the lyrics described the aches of my soul. I also finished Six Feet Under this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Adams: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kM0mjukDGRw&amp;feature=related"&gt; Come Pick Me Up &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Heartbreaker, 2000)&lt;br /&gt;I think there wouldn't be a day from about March-until I graduated that I wouldn't play this song. DAn would come into my room and laugh because it was playing again. It was in my car, ipod, iphone, cd player, computer. It is A-MAZING. I don't know why it was this year that I connected to the song but I did. and so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Avett Brothers: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CIcWrCAl_c"&gt; Living of Love &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Emotionalism, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;One of the best shows of the year and what life should be lived....with love and the Avett Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilco: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97IT0-EDTtw"&gt; Impossible Germany &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sky Blue Sky, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;The guitar lines of Nels Cline make my heart swoon. We got to see him this year do some avant-jazz and it was a definite spiritual experience. This band is my favorite. This song is a top five favorite Wilco song. Amazing. Beautiful. Unique. Favorite line: Gorgeous and Alone. Face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse Feathers: &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Horse+Feathers/_/Hardwood+Pews"&gt; Hardwood Pews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Words are Dead; 2006)&lt;br /&gt;I found this band randomly this year. Seriously it took me this long to find this Portland beauty. Americana/folk...best song on the record. His voice is magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Iver: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrMmr1oMPGA"&gt; Skinny Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for Emma Forever Ago; 2008)&lt;br /&gt;My friend Travis and I listened to this song 144 times and then I listened to it 300 more. It is the best song that came out this year. It's amazing. I always without fail play it twice because once is never enough. When I close my eyes I can think of screaming the lyrics with 200 other people one of my last nights in LA. It was a moment I hope I never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Ros: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x17cFmFGKRk"&gt; Ara Batur &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust: 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Can this song be anymore beautiful? I honestly don't think it can. It brings peace and stillness to my heart and tears to my eyes when the all boy choir comes in around minute five. I drove to the PCH with all my windows down knowing everything was about to change and I wasn't sad....I was at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kCKob1YKOU"&gt; Videotape &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Rainbows; 2007/8)&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Radiohead this year and it was an interesting though fun experience. Many people know my mom died this year and this song makes me thing of here. Last Christmas I put it on a mixtape for her. I can't help but to hope that when I get to the pearly gates her life and her memory will be on my videotape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radical Face: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afAIqz0AuW4"&gt; Welcome Home &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ghost; 2007)&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful friend Erika (as well as many others) made mix CDs for my road trip back to Michigan. I heard this song and knew it was the perfect song to welcome me home to the changing leaves of the Michigan mitten. It is what somewhat pictures coming home to. With wind chimes, clothes on the clothes line, scars peeled away, and arms wide open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javelins: &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/1128688?pg=embed&amp;sec=1128688"&gt; Out on the Sand &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Heavy Meadows; 2008)&lt;br /&gt;I love this song and I am glad I came back to Detroit to remember how amazing the Detroit music scene is. Best band in the city and this song is so catchy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty Lyn and the Big Beautiful: &lt;a href="  http://www.myspace.com/mistylynmusic"&gt; The Fall &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the Dead; 2008)&lt;br /&gt;During  the saddest week of my life I went to a show in a tiny bar in Hamtramak. I drank some Pabst and I saw some bands play. I am in love with americana and I told the man with the band this. He asked me to wait a moment and came back with this cd. "My other band," he says. I brought it home and this song was on it. It caught by surprise. It is perfect and the line "Lord, will you hold my hand" is the perfect question to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy these tunes or others like it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6986899686274145444?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6986899686274145444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6986899686274145444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6986899686274145444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6986899686274145444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-songs-of-2008.html' title='My favorite songs of 2008.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SS3Pjp-8vnI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R9aK6TIutts/s72-c/39118576_8b5ff8705d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3156496237620334692</id><published>2008-11-25T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:22:00.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>and my heart skips a beat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SStiaMILpeI/AAAAAAAAA0I/T_okrVcbOQ8/s1600-h/sound-pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SStiaMILpeI/AAAAAAAAA0I/T_okrVcbOQ8/s320/sound-pic5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272415990838961634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel in love once. &lt;br /&gt;It was a long time ago &lt;br /&gt;where the problems really were so trivial&lt;br /&gt;and none important&lt;br /&gt;and today seem like non issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today a different love has emerged&lt;br /&gt;a love that comes from some silly instruments&lt;br /&gt;and a silly man who sings&lt;br /&gt;or hums&lt;br /&gt;or strums&lt;br /&gt;or a lady that does something so similar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i sit&lt;br /&gt;and am in awe&lt;br /&gt;and my stress weens&lt;br /&gt;and my heart calms&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes close&lt;br /&gt;and i just listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rarely argue &lt;br /&gt;i rarely fuss&lt;br /&gt;and I rarely complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you really complain when something&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful captures your imagination&lt;br /&gt;puts a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;and you realize that you are not the only one on the planet&lt;br /&gt;and you are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3156496237620334692?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3156496237620334692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3156496237620334692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3156496237620334692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3156496237620334692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-my-heart-skips-beat.html' title='and my heart skips a beat.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SStiaMILpeI/AAAAAAAAA0I/T_okrVcbOQ8/s72-c/sound-pic5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3196564589649036817</id><published>2008-11-24T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:28:30.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>the piles get higher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SStUjEKbgII/AAAAAAAAA0A/ZkBGVeK2vaU/s1600-h/pile-of-clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SStUjEKbgII/AAAAAAAAA0A/ZkBGVeK2vaU/s320/pile-of-clothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400750156939394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had piles and piles of things all around my room&lt;br /&gt;and I don't collect things or horde&lt;br /&gt;it was an avoidance to deal with my life&lt;br /&gt;so by cleaning the mess in my immediate surroundings help the mess that happens to be my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one broken lady&lt;br /&gt;that sits at the bottom of the bit&lt;br /&gt;I am broken&lt;br /&gt;but something that is different than the rest of these times&lt;br /&gt;is that i don't feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's that i almost catch myself&lt;br /&gt;when i want to say that i might be&lt;br /&gt;but I am not&lt;br /&gt;and I know that is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the truth holds is something of an unknown&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so broken&lt;br /&gt;and the path is not in a place where it is easily found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so life continues....&lt;br /&gt;and I hope I don't bury myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because those clothes&lt;br /&gt;mimic the fears&lt;br /&gt;i dress myself everyday in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3196564589649036817?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3196564589649036817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3196564589649036817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3196564589649036817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3196564589649036817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/piles-get-higher.html' title='the piles get higher'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SStUjEKbgII/AAAAAAAAA0A/ZkBGVeK2vaU/s72-c/pile-of-clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-754887824035325335</id><published>2008-11-02T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:20:02.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a feather in the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SQ6J9jfVvYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HUjKsKJoM5Q/s1600-h/kite_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SQ6J9jfVvYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HUjKsKJoM5Q/s320/kite_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264296705034403202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely post about my spirituality in a way that is so transparent. Usually you need to read between the lines a bit. I don't ever want someone to think they have to be force fed spiritual beliefs or language so I will make this brief or the most me I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I feel like my right eye has been revealed some new truth which often time is just recycled old truth.&lt;br /&gt;I am a good woman.&lt;br /&gt;I am smart and gifted and talented and I have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be true to myself&lt;br /&gt;and to others &lt;br /&gt;and not hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that grief&lt;br /&gt;the kind that sneaks up on you in the middle of happy&lt;br /&gt;can make a tear come to your eye&lt;br /&gt;because you can't share it with them&lt;br /&gt;is also the same grief that strips the last of your&lt;br /&gt;inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strengthened by prayer&lt;br /&gt;and by hope&lt;br /&gt;hope that I can't explain in words&lt;br /&gt;just feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make some moves this week&lt;br /&gt;like vote for change&lt;br /&gt;and apply for jobs&lt;br /&gt;and write&lt;br /&gt;because that makes me oddly so happy&lt;br /&gt;and see beautiful friends&lt;br /&gt;who have also taken bold chances&lt;br /&gt;and risk love for Love.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i will do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be full of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;and God seems to be bigger than i &lt;br /&gt;have imagined or often times lead to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by hope and challenged by love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-754887824035325335?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/754887824035325335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=754887824035325335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/754887824035325335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/754887824035325335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-feather-in-wind.html' title='i am a feather in the wind'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SQ6J9jfVvYI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HUjKsKJoM5Q/s72-c/kite_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8677767547427017387</id><published>2008-10-08T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:33:18.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SO1tWFRtI6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/IshWbBDvQzM/s1600-h/fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SO1tWFRtI6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/IshWbBDvQzM/s320/fall-leaves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254976566352225186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time now I have felt like I have had a boulder on my chest and stomach. &lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say and there was even less I could do. &lt;br /&gt;I was really good at going through the motions. &lt;br /&gt;I am becoming a pro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but deep down I am hoping that life has more to offer&lt;br /&gt;and I will take all the advantages it hands to me&lt;br /&gt;and some days are hard&lt;br /&gt;and others are even harder&lt;br /&gt;but you know that you can rise above the sadness&lt;br /&gt;and one day see the beauty of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that life shows me more than the same pattern I have been living in. &lt;br /&gt;Pain and heartache&lt;br /&gt;pain and heartache&lt;br /&gt;laughter&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could write today. &lt;br /&gt;that is a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and the seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't seem so alone&lt;br /&gt;that I am changing as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8677767547427017387?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8677767547427017387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8677767547427017387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8677767547427017387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8677767547427017387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/seasons.html' title='seasons'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SO1tWFRtI6I/AAAAAAAAAkA/IshWbBDvQzM/s72-c/fall-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2768485093160352123</id><published>2008-09-17T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:53:47.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>my mother.</title><content type='html'>I wrote and spoke this at my mothers funeral. It is in tribute to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly honored and humbled to be before you today, the daughter of one of the most amazing women I have ever known. I realize that I may be biased because of my relation to her, but I can honestly say after yesterday’s funeral visitation, I know that I am not alone in these sentiments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristy Kaherl was a daughter, sister, wife, mother, and friend. There are so many words that define this woman and yet sometimes words are never enough. This woman I get to call mother was a friend to everyone that she met… A random person on the street, behind the McDonalds drive-thru window, in church, in a school, in the doctors waiting room. She had a gift of being to ask you questions about your life. The answers were important and you then became an instant friend. I have been told that people were confused by this kindness, could she really be that nice? All I can say is that she was. She was the definition of kindness and compassion. Living out the ideas like hope, faith, and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes sparkled with joy, they danced with wonder and amazement. She always found a way to turn any situation into something that could be smiled at or better yet… laughed with. She would do this thing where she always talked with her hands, or do little dances. She was supportive to everyone and always SO brave. Brave in the way she fought year after year against the breast cancer. Brave to follow her dreams, goals, and aspirations. Brave to wake up every morning and find the good in everything and more important everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of her accomplishments include the following: She received her bachelors’ degree in 1971 from Michigan State University, master’s degree in 1973 and Education Specialist in 1981 from Wayne State University.  She was awarded Teacher of the Year in through Utica Schools and highly recognized for her work as an Administrator in 2001.  She was awarded Mother of the Year at Bethesda Christian Church in 2006. The programs she started and the people who were influenced are numerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was an absolute blessing. She always wore a smile on her face and she always had a diet coke in her hand. What we saw on a daily basis was strength, faith, love, and unending hope.  Her faith was so strong. She always knew that God’s hand was on her life. She believed that God was moving, her strong tower, and her strength. God would fight for my mother and my mother would fight for God. All glory, honor, and praise was given to God because everyday was a gift. Each day was an exploration and she was so excited to explore it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was proud of her daughters Amy and Lindsay, loved Doug with unending love and support, blessed to be a daughter to Norma and Robert Bott, proud to be the sister of Bonnie Burns, loved being an aunt and great aunt, even if you weren’t related she may have been an aunt to you, and excited to be a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being here today and sharing this day with us. May we go on celebrating Kristy’s life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2768485093160352123?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2768485093160352123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2768485093160352123' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2768485093160352123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2768485093160352123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mother.html' title='my mother.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7561278049841970580</id><published>2008-09-12T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:23:09.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMqBfyglRlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/5LNgR6J8pAE/s1600-h/2.LoveSculpture-B.KristG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMqBfyglRlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/5LNgR6J8pAE/s320/2.LoveSculpture-B.KristG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245147099160725074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how else to communicate this. &lt;br /&gt;I know this is so public but I am with great sadness announcing the death of my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those who have supported, loved, cried, and laughed with me. &lt;br /&gt;It is a sad loss for those on earth &lt;br /&gt;and a fantastic gain for those in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning the funeral visitation for Monday September 15.&lt;br /&gt;The funeral home is:&lt;br /&gt;Visitation from 3PM to 9PM&lt;br /&gt;Wujek Calcaterra &amp; Sons&lt;br /&gt;54880 Van Dyke Ave&lt;br /&gt;Shelby Twp, MI 48316&lt;br /&gt;Phone 586-677-4000&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;The funeral church service will be at 10AM visitation and the service at 11AM on Tuesday September 16th.&lt;br /&gt;Bethesda Christian Church&lt;br /&gt;14000 Metropolitan Beach Hwy.&lt;br /&gt;Sterling Heights, MI&lt;br /&gt;Phone 586-264-2300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;amykaherl@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7561278049841970580?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7561278049841970580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7561278049841970580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-didnt-know-how-else-to-communicate.html' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMqBfyglRlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/5LNgR6J8pAE/s72-c/2.LoveSculpture-B.KristG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6899096372353983399</id><published>2008-09-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:39:20.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>the time spent with her has revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMQtzL7cAnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O0SUF8qEKyY/s1600-h/roots1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMQtzL7cAnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O0SUF8qEKyY/s320/roots1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366223564767858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6899096372353983399?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6899096372353983399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6899096372353983399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6899096372353983399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6899096372353983399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-spent-with-her-has-revealed.html' title='the time spent with her has revealed'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMQtzL7cAnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O0SUF8qEKyY/s72-c/roots1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1194250721633526981</id><published>2008-09-05T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:38:55.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>now that i have returned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMFglB8vxaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/B9ScXApk480/s1600-h/Eucharist-Still-Life-Painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMFglB8vxaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/B9ScXApk480/s320/Eucharist-Still-Life-Painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242577630530618786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was good &lt;br /&gt;and the realness of the situation has presented itself 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get overwhelmed with life&lt;br /&gt;but never with love&lt;br /&gt;the love of my mother&lt;br /&gt;the love of my friend&lt;br /&gt;the love of my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you see death in many different places&lt;br /&gt;and you thin those emotions were fake&lt;br /&gt;or unreal&lt;br /&gt;or unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have the same emotions&lt;br /&gt;and you are traversed into a different space&lt;br /&gt;where life and art coincide for sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the rain was planned&lt;br /&gt;but the overcast sky sets the tone for &lt;br /&gt;something out of our control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad&lt;br /&gt;but their is a glimmer of hope&lt;br /&gt;and a desire to be able to trust myself &lt;br /&gt;through this time &lt;br /&gt;but I know i am not alone. &lt;br /&gt;but this is tougher than i thought it would be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1194250721633526981?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1194250721633526981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1194250721633526981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1194250721633526981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1194250721633526981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-that-i-have-returned.html' title='now that i have returned.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SMFglB8vxaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/B9ScXApk480/s72-c/Eucharist-Still-Life-Painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-4301626830517371431</id><published>2008-08-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:37:33.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>saying see you soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SLiWO3wOjGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b5_5hyA1HKM/s1600-h/Saying_Goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SLiWO3wOjGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b5_5hyA1HKM/s320/Saying_Goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240103348674137186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been a bad blogger but I needed a break from writing.&lt;br /&gt;and processing. &lt;br /&gt;and needing them to be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed to be someplace else&lt;br /&gt;and i will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is with sad news. &lt;br /&gt;and i am sure sadder news in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I start on the road tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;to head back to what some may argue 'home'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my home seems to be here &lt;br /&gt;rather than there&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to stay here&lt;br /&gt;but i need to go there&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;and my little car&lt;br /&gt;and a few of my possessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will update thought&lt;br /&gt;and ideas&lt;br /&gt;and dreams&lt;br /&gt;and processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this is what you need to do&lt;br /&gt;when the woman who gave you life&lt;br /&gt;may be to close to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-4301626830517371431?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4301626830517371431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=4301626830517371431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4301626830517371431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4301626830517371431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/saying-see-you-soon.html' title='saying see you soon.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SLiWO3wOjGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b5_5hyA1HKM/s72-c/Saying_Goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8149790699865753366</id><published>2008-08-07T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:00:59.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>when a bad day is had a conversation on music involving beer seems to do the trick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SJtwecncdcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BpMl9Oi7hwg/s1600-h/73061493.41KbrspE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SJtwecncdcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BpMl9Oi7hwg/s320/73061493.41KbrspE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231899060500985282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8149790699865753366?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8149790699865753366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8149790699865753366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8149790699865753366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8149790699865753366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-bad-day-is-had-conversation-on.html' title='when a bad day is had a conversation on music involving beer seems to do the trick.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SJtwecncdcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/BpMl9Oi7hwg/s72-c/73061493.41KbrspE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5663348757906812419</id><published>2008-08-05T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:07:57.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SJkjj05oDoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nAb8ZLQW4eo/s1600-h/rain_ripples_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SJkjj05oDoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nAb8ZLQW4eo/s320/rain_ripples_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231251540570279554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5663348757906812419?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5663348757906812419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5663348757906812419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5663348757906812419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5663348757906812419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/08/home.html' title='home.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SJkjj05oDoI/AAAAAAAAAi4/nAb8ZLQW4eo/s72-c/rain_ripples_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1497021243347259176</id><published>2008-07-26T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:48.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Fire Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIq8pYJ4kYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OggsaHJWga8/s1600-h/51L-HxqRl1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIq8pYJ4kYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OggsaHJWga8/s320/51L-HxqRl1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227197736561447298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few weeks ago I went and saw and wrote about &lt;a href="http://www.thewatsontwins.com"&gt; The Watson Twins &lt;/a&gt; at Amoeba Music to promote their sophomore full length, Fire Songs. As noted earlier the Twins first were noticed when there backing vocals accompanied &lt;a href="www.jennylewis.com"&gt; Jenny Lewis' &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rabbit Fur Coat&lt;/span&gt;. This record is soft and inviting a treat to hear more than just faux country backing vocals, but the full strength of voices and talent from these sisters from Kentucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fire Songs&lt;/span&gt; is built around the sisters ability to find ways to utilize their vocals that bring out the gifts and talents of both Chandra and Leigh Watson. The strong opener, "How I Am to Be", that is a smart, xylophone based, fun pop song. The rest of the recordt is rather stripped down and their are strong (and some weak) moments of slow, and dreamy. The songs have the potential for you to  grab a man (or a lady) and sway slowly to their harmonious collection of originals and the cover of  The Cure's, "Just Like Heaven". (Sidenote: This may be the best song on the record. Maybe it's because I have loved this song since my childhood or maybe because I love when people cover a song and give it their own interpretation). I am a sucker for a lap slide and it is used nicely throughout the record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall F&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ire Songs&lt;/span&gt; is a good follow up post Lewis. I hope they continue to make records and find a niche that continues to highlight the beauty of their voices and acknowledge who they are and who they will continue to become. If you are interested in hearing the record, check out the &lt;a href="htt[://www.thewatsontwins.com"&gt; websites &lt;/a&gt; and click the moth entitled "Media", from here you can stream the whole record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1497021243347259176?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1497021243347259176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1497021243347259176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1497021243347259176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1497021243347259176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/fire-songs.html' title='Fire Songs'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIq8pYJ4kYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/OggsaHJWga8/s72-c/51L-HxqRl1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1077075613550254962</id><published>2008-07-25T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:49.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A small night of energy and a picnic that included guacamole without tortilla chips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIqxzxB7KRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vk-vn2tvcec/s1600-h/sharonvideoshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIqxzxB7KRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vk-vn2tvcec/s320/sharonvideoshoot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227185820409735442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summers in LA are normally hot. The hot where you don't want to go outside because there is smog in the air and you are afraid that your now exposed legs may stick to the leather in the overly hot interior of your car. But the weather has been nice the last couple of weeks and the thought of enjoying the outdoors has been all so appealing. So last weekend some friends and I grabbed the bus to &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodbowl.com"&gt; the hollywood bowl &lt;/a&gt; and saw the high energy of &lt;a href="http://www.daptonerecords.com/sharonjonesandthedapkings.html"&gt; Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings &lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.listentofeist.com/"&gt; Feist &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by local NPR station, &lt;a href="http://www.kcrw.com"&gt; KCRW, &lt;/a&gt; the outdoors show was a fun way to spend a late July Sunday evening. Sharon Jones was fun, high energy, and quite exciting. Before I knew it there were many people around me dancing with their friends and quite enjoying themselves with the soulful vocal stylings from Sharon Jones. She has the ability to command the stage with full control that reminds anyone of James Brown. She has skills to move her body while she tells her stories with with amazing funk musicians back her up. She brought the energy and she certainly brought the funk and what I thought was a fantastic opening act for someone that what I thought would have high energy as well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIq1qDP-4OI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RRHah94Tb18/s1600-h/733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIq1qDP-4OI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RRHah94Tb18/s320/733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227190051548356834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  .....Feist. &lt;a href="http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2007/06/inside-my-present-theres-so-much-past.html"&gt; The last time &lt;/a&gt; I saw Feist it was high energy, fun, and took a large space and made it feel like everyone in the room could be my next best friend.  This time I felt like Feist was sad, dealing with something so much bigger than herself. The set was stripped down, choosing to open with a poem that harkened the old west and folk americana tales. She was dressed in a dress with fringe down the arms and a cowboy hat. The songs she chose were sad in nature and the songs like, "I Feel it All" and the every popular "1 2 3 4" seemed to be pulled back, slowed down, and a new way of hearing songs that are often heard as a copy of the recorded version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised after what seemed like ten songs that she bowed and said good night. With a song to finish out the encore the show was over and evening complete. I was a bit surprised by her set. After the super high energy and true crowd amper, Sharon Jones, Feist just seemed to lack the energy to make my feet keep dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the evening was fun and it made me believe in the beauty of humanity and the what can happen when you are surrounded by strangers. I had to sit by myself because of the late purchase of my ticket but I never felt alone. I was offered cheese, wine, crackers, and potato chips by strangers that never knew my name. It was a beautiful cool evening. An energy in the air of picnicking lovers and friends. I felt lucky to be in a space that in a city that is known to be isolated and individualistic and didn't feel alone for one moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1077075613550254962?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1077075613550254962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1077075613550254962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1077075613550254962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1077075613550254962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/small-night-of-energy-and-picnic-that.html' title='A small night of energy and a picnic that included guacamole without tortilla chips.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIqxzxB7KRI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vk-vn2tvcec/s72-c/sharonvideoshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-4064628345931181853</id><published>2008-07-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:50.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to be the one sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIazfdh_6-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/S7KV70TLV4w/s1600-h/Beautiful_World_-_Kiss_%26_Cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIazfdh_6-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/S7KV70TLV4w/s320/Beautiful_World_-_Kiss_%26_Cry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226061770694585314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-4064628345931181853?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4064628345931181853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=4064628345931181853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4064628345931181853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4064628345931181853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-used-to-be-one-sitting.html' title='i used to be the one sitting'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SIazfdh_6-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/S7KV70TLV4w/s72-c/Beautiful_World_-_Kiss_%26_Cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6276547124610342628</id><published>2008-07-10T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:50.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mates of State Rearranges Us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SHbcWX5TZuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6mnDbi_RiNw/s1600-h/mates+of+state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SHbcWX5TZuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6mnDbi_RiNw/s320/mates+of+state.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221603094912263906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love &lt;a href="http://www.matesofstate.com"&gt; Mates of State &lt;/a&gt; and yet the last time I listened to their records was years ago. So when I received the newest release, Re-Arrange Us, it was like visiting old friends. Though these friends added cello, trumpet, and vocals from &lt;a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/splash/"&gt; Death Cab for Cutie's &lt;/a&gt; Ben Gibbard to the usual drum and keyboard duo. The record is fun, flirty, and simple. Sometimes so simple that it sounds as similar to the track prior but don't worry it's a song worth hearing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This record is the perfect record if you wanted to go jogging. It's upbeat and the ability to  feel sad is almost impossible when you listen to this multi-layered little record. I don't jog and maybe you don't either but it can help push you through the day whether you are working, writing papers, or figuring out  geometry.  The driving songs make the foot tap and the head move from side to side. You can feel the influence of Death Cab throughout the record. Songs Help Help and Get Better are standout. They can easily be the first song on the mid-summer mix with the windows down trying not to think about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be able to find old friends, catch up with new stories, and new melodies. If you want to stay in touch with their day to day movement with their two children make sure you catch their blog&lt;a href="http://babble.com/CS/blogs/bandonthediaperrun/"&gt; band on the diaper run.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6276547124610342628?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6276547124610342628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6276547124610342628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6276547124610342628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6276547124610342628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/mates-of-state-rearranges-us.html' title='Mates of State Rearranges Us...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SHbcWX5TZuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6mnDbi_RiNw/s72-c/mates+of+state.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6640497868489629537</id><published>2008-07-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:50.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>through the looking glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SHUNKhUEreI/AAAAAAAAAho/GL51Tyof2pA/s1600-h/AliceThroughTheLookingGlass02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SHUNKhUEreI/AAAAAAAAAho/GL51Tyof2pA/s320/AliceThroughTheLookingGlass02.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221093817398373858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much happening and going on&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of it has to do with fear&lt;br /&gt;and the unknown&lt;br /&gt;and growing up&lt;br /&gt;and changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will be ok&lt;br /&gt;I just have to make choices&lt;br /&gt;that lead me to what I want&lt;br /&gt;rather than what is &lt;br /&gt;comfortable&lt;br /&gt;and easy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what these choices are&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what or where they &lt;br /&gt;might lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i do know&lt;br /&gt;is that i am smart&lt;br /&gt;and capable&lt;br /&gt;and aware&lt;br /&gt;gifted&lt;br /&gt;talented&lt;br /&gt;and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that a lot of people are as well &lt;br /&gt;but i won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;or least i will try not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am afraid of the most of &lt;br /&gt;how many girls have been affected&lt;br /&gt;because I have been afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6640497868489629537?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6640497868489629537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6640497868489629537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6640497868489629537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6640497868489629537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/through-looking-glass.html' title='through the looking glass'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SHUNKhUEreI/AAAAAAAAAho/GL51Tyof2pA/s72-c/AliceThroughTheLookingGlass02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5045638312754682326</id><published>2008-07-03T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:50.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not clearly understanding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SG0W_JiTThI/AAAAAAAAAhg/P4HDHHqoVTw/s1600-h/broken-glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SG0W_JiTThI/AAAAAAAAAhg/P4HDHHqoVTw/s320/broken-glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218852817339633170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5045638312754682326?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5045638312754682326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5045638312754682326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5045638312754682326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5045638312754682326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-not-clearly-understanding.html' title='i am not clearly understanding.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SG0W_JiTThI/AAAAAAAAAhg/P4HDHHqoVTw/s72-c/broken-glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2380415356848698913</id><published>2008-06-25T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:51.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Watson Twins @ Amoeba Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKsGHSFhbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/W_qmxaCoZ2M/s1600-h/watson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKsGHSFhbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/W_qmxaCoZ2M/s320/watson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215920539482555826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewatsontwins.com/"&gt;The Watson Twins &lt;/a&gt; are not LA natives but native to the LA music scene. That's pretty normal in a place of transience and the mecca for corporate music hullabaloo. The Watson Twins released their newest record, Fire Songs, with a record release party at Hollywoods finest,&lt;a href="http://www.amoeba.com/"&gt; Amoeba Music. &lt;/a&gt; Between the stacks J. Geils Band and Fugazi I heard the soulful harmonies of these twin sisters sing ballads from their newest record. The sound was not the best, but I wasn't expecting much when a make shift stage is erected for an hour long performance once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not familiar with the Watson Twins it might be easier to say the name Jenny Lewis beforehand and be reminded of the 2006 release, Rabbit Fur Coat. The new tunes are reminiscent to americana lore and 50s dwoo-wop pop. It's pretty simple and low key, nothing to write home about or want to burn and hand out like your newest mix tape. It was hard sometimes to pay attention when you are in the largest music store in town. (Paste magazine features Amoeba as one of  &lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/action/article/7609/the_record_store"&gt; the best record stores in the US. &lt;/a&gt;  It's an ADD persons dream as there are a million and one distractions for your eyes to dance and engage with Rolling Stones posters from 1978 and questions of why the stage looks like a pyramid. The best part of their performance was their cover of the Cure's &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thewatsontwins"&gt; Just Like Heaven &lt;/a&gt;. The stripped down rendition had people swaying in their designated space and lip-synching along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the hour performance was enjoyable, if only to experience a show in a new setting and helping to celebrate with a lovely little band release their newest work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2380415356848698913?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2380415356848698913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2380415356848698913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2380415356848698913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2380415356848698913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/watson-twins-amoeba-music.html' title='The Watson Twins @ Amoeba Music'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKsGHSFhbI/AAAAAAAAAhY/W_qmxaCoZ2M/s72-c/watson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6538471330816704856</id><published>2008-06-25T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:51.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>with a buzz in our ears we play endlessly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKeFW0cUrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/A6F6_smz0As/s1600-h/medsud_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKeFW0cUrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/A6F6_smz0As/s320/medsud_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215905133310530226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and grace are offered yet again from sigur ró. It bursts with joy and sorrow. It is loud and crashing, ear grabbing and heart clenching. The beauty being offered is from the fifth full-length entitled, "Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust." Translated in English it means "with a buzz in our ears we play endlessly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record begins playfully with a song entitled "gobbledigook." The drums are contagious with it's almost tribal feel and sets the tone for the record, which reminds me of a mix tape. It starts off with a bang, offers something new and then moves into what sigur ros does best, slow builds and bursts that make the heart ache. There is a video that was made for the opening track and can be found &lt;a href="http://www.sigur-ros.co.uk/media/dldvideo.php"&gt; at their website &lt;/a&gt;. I love the commentary the video makes. It is free and open, using your body and the nakedness to offer hope rather than shame. I like that the body, though naked, doesn't have to be engaged in crudeness or lurid sex but offers a new vision to how we use and treat the body. How it is offered to be free and open rather than shameful or full of fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record continues with hope and moves to  slow melodies become that are offered as a soundtrack to your life's heartbreak and joy. sigur rós  is one of the few bands that recognizes the delicate balance of both joy and sorrow and it is offered with the melodies and harmonies of instrumentation rather than lyrics. Some of the highlights from the record include a 90 piece boys choir for track, Ára bátur. There friends in Aminna (female orchestration) were also a part of this record. It was mixed and produced in under a month so it's raw and imperfect and that gives it a feel that there could be more manipulation but this is where they are at. If I could only give myself that same kind of grace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true beauty of sigur rós is their ability to have the listener insert their own life into the journey. You have the ability to find and locate emotions or memories with their sonic landscape. It's a rare find in this Icelandic band. If you haven't had the opportunity to see their musical documentary,  &lt;a href="http://www.heima.co.uk/"&gt; Heima &lt;/a&gt; please do. It's a journey home after touring for years globally and remembering where they came from. They offered the community free performances around Iceland and documented the natural beauty and splendor of the people and places of Iceland. This new release was formed from these "Heima (home)" performances. The stripped down feel of those performances offered the ability to engage making music in new and creative ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigur rós is a favorite. I hope you can make it a favorite of yours as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6538471330816704856?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6538471330816704856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6538471330816704856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6538471330816704856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6538471330816704856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/with-buzz-in-our-ears-we-play-endlessly.html' title='with a buzz in our ears we play endlessly'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKeFW0cUrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/A6F6_smz0As/s72-c/medsud_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8647038843461261208</id><published>2008-06-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:52.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A night where smiles were given out like candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKLiwpRwKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/z2japGiBmP4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKLiwpRwKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/z2japGiBmP4/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215884747738300578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anathallo and Dosh @ Spaceland  6.15.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a fan of &lt;a href="http://www.anathallo.com"&gt; Anathallo &lt;/a&gt; since 2002. They have been friends for quite some time and if I had to count how many times I have seen them live I think I would need four hands. Alive and Electric is the best way to describe their music. With seven members who are passionate to play to see them live is always a lot of fun. Hand clapping and sing-a-longs are not foreign from the crowd. When I used to live in Michigan it was an experience because everyone knew their music and had no problems dancing along. Living in LA there are different crowds but it was a lively crowd this night and that only enhances the experience. I am looking forward to the new record to come out in Novemember. There is a new &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/anathallo"&gt; song &lt;/a&gt; posted on their myspace page. It's entitle Noni's field. It's beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKLjCXag0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/HMO5rcVaI1c/s1600-h/dosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKLjCXag0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/HMO5rcVaI1c/s320/dosh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215884752495215426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headliner for the evening was the noise/improv/indie/electronic stylings of Minneapolis native Martin Dosh.  He is known for a lot of work with Andrew Bird but his solo work is fantastic. Intriguing. Engaging. I really enjoyed it because I like free form. I like to be taken on a musical journey, open to the listener to choose their own adventure and be taken on their own emotional journey because they have inserted themselves into the musical conversation. With him this night was a man who played saxophone that was so amazingly delicious. It was warm and friendly with free jazz undertones. The evening was a surprise and I was so pleased with what I heard and how it engaged me. You can find some of his &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/doshanticon"&gt; tunes &lt;/a&gt; on myspace or if you have some extra downloads on emusic his whole catalogue is available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKTfsY8CII/AAAAAAAAAhI/oFVLBm-HurU/s1600-h/l_6b17fbea5c28a8580d3b18171532d018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKTfsY8CII/AAAAAAAAAhI/oFVLBm-HurU/s320/l_6b17fbea5c28a8580d3b18171532d018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215893491149441154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful suprise was opener &lt;a href="http://www.karintatoyan.com/"&gt; Karin Tatoyan &lt;/a&gt;. Her music was beautiful and engaging and she was a performer. It was dramatic and her vocals caught me by surprise. The group made up of live drummer who also manipulated electronic loops, with trumpeter, and chelloist dressed in masks and KArin in a Bjork-like 80s sparkle dress and lyrics to match. It was beautiful and fun. It was noted they had only been together for two weeks but it was worth the listen and it strong. I am looking forward to hearing her in the future. Hopefully with knowing who she and noting what she likes rather it being overpowering the performance. Overall it was wonderful and I bought her solo record which was worth it because she did a lovely cover of Wilco's Radio Cure.....and we all know what I feel about Wilco!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the night was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;I got to see some beautiful music&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful friends.&lt;br /&gt;I saw something new and old and&lt;br /&gt;was probably one of the best shows &lt;br /&gt;as a whole&lt;br /&gt;in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;The music was fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8647038843461261208?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8647038843461261208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8647038843461261208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8647038843461261208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8647038843461261208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-where-smiles-were-given-out-like.html' title='A night where smiles were given out like candy.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKLiwpRwKI/AAAAAAAAAg4/z2japGiBmP4/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-542010800296598754</id><published>2008-06-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:52.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A night that felt like home.</title><content type='html'>Life has been a bit of a whirlwind and I have &lt;br /&gt;felt the pull of the undertow&lt;br /&gt;There are days to feel inspired&lt;br /&gt;but those are hard to do when you feel stuck in dotting the i and crossing the t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho....&lt;br /&gt;There have been some new records heard &lt;br /&gt;and some shows that engaged and wrestled with my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Since that is what I like to write. I shall continue. &lt;br /&gt;because there is no longer school work to worry &lt;br /&gt;about getting in by the deadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKFMxg2BjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jfCqQXxRVwo/s1600-h/jeremyenigk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKFMxg2BjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jfCqQXxRVwo/s320/jeremyenigk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215877772944475698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Damien Jurado and Jeremy Enigk @ Spaceland 6.10.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days away from being done with my finals I had the chance to see some of my undergraduate favorites, Jeremy Enigk and Damien Jurado. Northwest friends both having voices that shake the core and lyrics that allow this to happen. I sat back and I saw myself when I was younger, a different school, and a different time. I had different memories when these men sang me their songs in my Ford Ranger truck or alone in a coffee shop trying to finish paper deadlines. This time was different. Those familiar voices engaged me with completely different faces and atmospheres. I saw Sunny Day Real Estate years ago at Calvin College right before they broke up. It was fantastic then. To see just Jeremy Enigk play felt like a dream. His voice got warmer as the night progressed which allowed him to sing songs that were so beautiful and haunting. In a way only his voice can be. stretching and tearing, soaring and crashing. His songs are poignant and beautiful. Interesting how I felt like I could hear so much that was not there because I felt his songs when I listened. They are complex and beautiful. It was a beautiful treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien is simple and slow. A true story teller with the ability to grab you and set you into a story with a scene set as like you were watching it dance in front of you. Often his songs are sad and haunting. They were beautiful and soft. Just a man with an acoustic guitar and a plan to engage life with new stories and new &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fantastic. Some good friends. Some $2 Pabst. Other than the dude in the white hoodie who had an opinion about everything and cared to share it with his brosef and anyone in a twenty foot radius of him the night went well. It was good to hear familiar songs in an unfamiliar time. It was like coming home again but knowing that where you have been has been just as important as where you want to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-542010800296598754?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/542010800296598754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=542010800296598754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/542010800296598754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/542010800296598754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-that-felt-like-home.html' title='A night that felt like home.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGKFMxg2BjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jfCqQXxRVwo/s72-c/jeremyenigk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2669098217404666438</id><published>2008-06-25T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:53.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>a thought from my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGJtTC04MYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQ43K7AZ27U/s1600-h/5emerging_monarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGJtTC04MYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQ43K7AZ27U/s320/5emerging_monarch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215851492392055170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Rainer Maria Rilke:&lt;br /&gt;Letters to a Young Poet, pg. 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate Christmas, dear Mr. Kappus, in this devout feeling that perhaps He needs this very fear of life from you in order to begin; these very days of your transition are perhaps the time when everything in you is working at him, as you have already once. In childhood, breathlessly worked at him. Be patient and without resentment and think that the least we can do is to make his becoming not more difficult for him than the earth makes it for the spring when it wants to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2669098217404666438?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2669098217404666438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2669098217404666438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2669098217404666438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2669098217404666438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-from-my-day.html' title='a thought from my day.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SGJtTC04MYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KQ43K7AZ27U/s72-c/5emerging_monarch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7082217301873937647</id><published>2008-06-20T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:53.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life....'/><title type='text'>a sigh of relief.</title><content type='html'>It's been some time. &lt;br /&gt;The clocks hands have continued to turn and life has moved on. &lt;br /&gt;Some days were so slow&lt;br /&gt;While there were weeks that ended as soon as they started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduation cap was placed on my head&lt;br /&gt;and another candle was on top of my birthday cake. &lt;br /&gt;There were parties&lt;br /&gt;and beer&lt;br /&gt;and a huge pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there has been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and sweltering heat&lt;br /&gt;and movie watching. &lt;br /&gt;and re-reading Harry Potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life keeps moving&lt;br /&gt;and I feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;and I will continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SFygAUuWdrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0ctFshiZ6tI/s1600-h/Table+Confetti+(for+home+page).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SFygAUuWdrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0ctFshiZ6tI/s320/Table+Confetti+(for+home+page).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214218396011755186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it will not look like it did two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;or a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;Life keeps moving and instead of being afraid&lt;br /&gt;I am choosing to live my life&lt;br /&gt;and not listen to lies&lt;br /&gt;and fears&lt;br /&gt;and the should haves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life today&lt;br /&gt;and it consists of listening&lt;br /&gt;and growing&lt;br /&gt;and not feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it consists of fighting for what i believe in&lt;br /&gt;and it means in believing in myself&lt;br /&gt;and my gifts and my talents&lt;br /&gt;and that my profession is not practical &lt;br /&gt;but it should be a hell of alot of fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7082217301873937647?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7082217301873937647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7082217301873937647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7082217301873937647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7082217301873937647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/sigh-of-relief.html' title='a sigh of relief.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SFygAUuWdrI/AAAAAAAAAgg/0ctFshiZ6tI/s72-c/Table+Confetti+(for+home+page).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3054590698782239726</id><published>2008-06-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:53.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SFi6zXQj_DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ayvm7bZRP4Y/s1600-h/Birthday_candles-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SFi6zXQj_DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ayvm7bZRP4Y/s320/Birthday_candles-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213121960260926514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3054590698782239726?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3054590698782239726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3054590698782239726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3054590698782239726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3054590698782239726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SFi6zXQj_DI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ayvm7bZRP4Y/s72-c/Birthday_candles-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7212062097744167577</id><published>2008-06-09T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:54.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I would like to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SE3G9kqb2EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GosKe8UkR6E/s1600-h/Red-Headphones-in-the-Air-like-Music-in-the-Air-where-is-the-DJ-Photographic-Print-C12339488.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SE3G9kqb2EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GosKe8UkR6E/s320/Red-Headphones-in-the-Air-like-Music-in-the-Air-where-is-the-DJ-Photographic-Print-C12339488.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210039105053513794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7212062097744167577?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7212062097744167577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7212062097744167577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7212062097744167577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7212062097744167577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-where-i-would-like-to-be.html' title='This is where I would like to be.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SE3G9kqb2EI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GosKe8UkR6E/s72-c/Red-Headphones-in-the-Air-like-Music-in-the-Air-where-is-the-DJ-Photographic-Print-C12339488.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7191542364431027064</id><published>2008-06-09T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:54.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I have been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SE1pxa3sW1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/tfwx3OvLb4Y/s1600-h/Canongate+books+lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SE1pxa3sW1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/tfwx3OvLb4Y/s320/Canongate+books+lo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209936641684953938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7191542364431027064?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7191542364431027064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7191542364431027064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7191542364431027064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7191542364431027064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-where-i-have-been.html' title='This is where I have been.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SE1pxa3sW1I/AAAAAAAAAgI/tfwx3OvLb4Y/s72-c/Canongate+books+lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-317507426417214407</id><published>2008-06-04T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:54.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SEbd8JqrKSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8IymG1hKwJ4/s1600-h/LakeMeditationB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SEbd8JqrKSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8IymG1hKwJ4/s320/LakeMeditationB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208094044557355298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-317507426417214407?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/317507426417214407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=317507426417214407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/317507426417214407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/317507426417214407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title='ok.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SEbd8JqrKSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/8IymG1hKwJ4/s72-c/LakeMeditationB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-6373006765412422953</id><published>2008-06-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:33:51.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>and the viewers choice...</title><content type='html'>In the last ten years....&lt;br /&gt;Who would you say&lt;br /&gt;are the most important&lt;br /&gt;bands&lt;br /&gt;or singers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would love to hear a response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-6373006765412422953?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6373006765412422953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=6373006765412422953' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6373006765412422953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/6373006765412422953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-viewers-choice.html' title='and the viewers choice...'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8390347028384144346</id><published>2008-05-31T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:54.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>If I was Carrie Bradshaw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SEHDGd1AuDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gct9oy4HonQ/s1600-h/sex460may29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SEHDGd1AuDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gct9oy4HonQ/s320/sex460may29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206657160070608946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City was a show I was reluctant to watch. I was an "evangelical conservative" and we didn't watch shows that had to do with sex, relationships, or physicality. It was my sister who urged me to see the show when there was an episode concerning body image. I loved the raw conversation of four women sitting in an apartment discussing life and not being afraid to talk about what is really on their minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard the movie was coming out I knew where I would be opening day. In the theaters. And I was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the theatre around noon, by myself, and enjoyed the fact that I could enjoy the next two hours not thinking about homework, stress, what's next, or what has happened. I sat and I enjoyed what seemed to be an extension of the show. It was like four more episodes of relationships, fashion, and friendship. I loved every moment of it!! If you are not a fan of the show then you will think the movie is trite or cheesy. If you were a fan of the show than it was great to see the what is next in the lives of the four women we assimilate ourselves to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors were brilliant and the plot a lot of fun. I found myself in tears and quite loud laughter. It brought up things in my life that only Sex and the City has been able to do for me. It is honest and asks the tough question of being a woman and wanting it all!! The plot itself drew emotions out of me I wasn't ready for! I wasn't ready to miss my friends from home. I wasn't ready to realize how much I miss being in a relationship. I wasn't ready to think that I might want to live in New York one day. I wasn't ready for those thoughts to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the film. Even if there was some plot pitfalls. I loved that there was hope in forgiveness and hope in love. I am not a major sap but it was worth my time. Next time I see it (because there will be a second, and probably a third and fourth) I will go with my friends. The beautiful ladies that are in my life that are willing to be bold and ask the tough questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8390347028384144346?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8390347028384144346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8390347028384144346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8390347028384144346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8390347028384144346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-was-carrie-bradshaw.html' title='If I was Carrie Bradshaw.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SEHDGd1AuDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gct9oy4HonQ/s72-c/sex460may29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1222269308139276516</id><published>2008-05-28T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:24:20.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so unmotivated &lt;br /&gt;to get anything done&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for&lt;br /&gt;online scrabble&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel like&lt;br /&gt;i am being productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i have so much homework&lt;br /&gt;it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1222269308139276516?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1222269308139276516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1222269308139276516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1222269308139276516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1222269308139276516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-unmotivated-to-get-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5063316726393234951</id><published>2008-05-24T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:14:01.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>stripped blankets and cold sheets.</title><content type='html'>I battle &lt;br /&gt;back and forth&lt;br /&gt;with the thoughts that&lt;br /&gt;keep me bound&lt;br /&gt;to this bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it would have been&lt;br /&gt;like if i didn't think&lt;br /&gt;about your body as it &lt;br /&gt;laid so still &lt;br /&gt;your voice so close to &lt;br /&gt;my ears&lt;br /&gt;and the smile that rarely &lt;br /&gt;disapperead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it might&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if things were different&lt;br /&gt;and the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;were filled&lt;br /&gt;with laughter&lt;br /&gt;and the acknowledgment&lt;br /&gt;that we were no longer alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;that keep me now&lt;br /&gt;staring out dark windows&lt;br /&gt;to the sidewalks that are wet&lt;br /&gt;and quiet&lt;br /&gt;lone cigarette butts inhabiting the asphalt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your footsteps were there&lt;br /&gt;on those cement cracks&lt;br /&gt;i can see your feet&lt;br /&gt;like the dream &lt;br /&gt;that you once carried &lt;br /&gt;in your tattered green notebook&lt;br /&gt;and your sleep deprived eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined you&lt;br /&gt;and now what is real is&lt;br /&gt;the blue pillow noticeably untouched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5063316726393234951?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5063316726393234951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5063316726393234951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5063316726393234951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5063316726393234951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/stripped-blankets-and-cold-sheets.html' title='stripped blankets and cold sheets.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8114797749247695515</id><published>2008-05-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:55.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>progress</title><content type='html'>I have been sick. The last two weeks have progressed from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDNw1bBJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/eLn_v6MSasg/s1600-h/Photo+54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDNw1bBJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/eLn_v6MSasg/s320/Photo+54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202294423292675218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDNw1bBKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QDhFOIlxaTo/s1600-h/Photo+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDNw1bBKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/QDhFOIlxaTo/s320/Photo+56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202294423292675234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feeling angry and bored and sick. &lt;br /&gt;really sick.&lt;br /&gt;and food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDOA1bBLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_zMtqMTwT30/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDOA1bBLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_zMtqMTwT30/s320/Photo+58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202294427587642546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today it felt like the clouds parted quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;and fresh energy was renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDOA1bBMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5IuEBIxq5JQ/s1600-h/Photo+61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDOA1bBMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5IuEBIxq5JQ/s320/Photo+61.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202294427587642562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the heat....&lt;br /&gt;it's been so hot&lt;br /&gt;and I all I want to do is watch &lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;and lay in bed and eat popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got up today and I faced the day&lt;br /&gt;but it took yoga&lt;br /&gt;and prayer&lt;br /&gt;and believing in myself&lt;br /&gt;to know that &lt;br /&gt;something was going to come from the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it had to take &lt;br /&gt;laying in bed&lt;br /&gt;confronting the demons&lt;br /&gt;and cleansing myself from the &lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;and bitterness&lt;br /&gt;of the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8114797749247695515?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8114797749247695515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8114797749247695515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8114797749247695515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8114797749247695515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/progress.html' title='progress'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SDJDNw1bBJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/eLn_v6MSasg/s72-c/Photo+54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8315806314023694582</id><published>2008-05-16T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:55.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>endless search for something that will never be perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SC4A9Q1bBII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4oqoCSJB5KY/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SC4A9Q1bBII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4oqoCSJB5KY/s320/Photo+55.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201095672150557826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Jobs may be one of the most daunting tasks &lt;br /&gt;ever created by man&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel &lt;br /&gt;all of my inadequacies&lt;br /&gt;and wonder for the thousandth time&lt;br /&gt;why I am on the path that I am on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt&lt;br /&gt;and it opens the doors for all of my fears&lt;br /&gt;to show themselves&lt;br /&gt;and reveal all the little&lt;br /&gt;bitty&lt;br /&gt;insecurities &lt;br /&gt;and wonder&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know somewhere it will &lt;br /&gt;make sense&lt;br /&gt;even amid all the nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will work out&lt;br /&gt;but that knowledge does not make&lt;br /&gt;this process any easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8315806314023694582?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8315806314023694582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8315806314023694582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8315806314023694582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8315806314023694582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/endless-search-for-something-that-will.html' title='endless search for something that will never be perfect.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SC4A9Q1bBII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/4oqoCSJB5KY/s72-c/Photo+55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2596947264068785229</id><published>2008-05-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:10:39.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>SOLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZiItqQN4As&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZiItqQN4As&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help some friends get to Thailand. &lt;br /&gt;It is worth the minute to watch the video...&lt;br /&gt;so they can make a movie&lt;br /&gt;about child sex trafficking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesoldproject.com/donate"&gt; The Sold Project &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2596947264068785229?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2596947264068785229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2596947264068785229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2596947264068785229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2596947264068785229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/sold.html' title='SOLD!'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-499347569733225122</id><published>2008-05-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:45:22.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thought.'/><title type='text'>what might be is never certain.</title><content type='html'>I have been inspired to &lt;br /&gt;move beyond the page&lt;br /&gt;and beyond the expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were so heavy &lt;br /&gt;and they were never mine &lt;br /&gt;in the first place&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think they were yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and were given to you&lt;br /&gt;like the old pocket watch&lt;br /&gt;with your great grandfathers initials&lt;br /&gt;and the limbs&lt;br /&gt;of your family tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to live &lt;br /&gt;without the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;or the weight&lt;br /&gt;of your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they are so heavy &lt;br /&gt;upon my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-499347569733225122?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/499347569733225122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=499347569733225122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/499347569733225122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/499347569733225122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-might-be-is-never-certain.html' title='what might be is never certain.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1365023963163009376</id><published>2008-05-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:38:08.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diet coca cola and unlit cigarettes</title><content type='html'>in the background i heard familiar tones&lt;br /&gt;and i knew without a shadow of a doubt what it was&lt;br /&gt;they are the soft melodies &lt;br /&gt;and raspy voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sons that i know like the scars on the back of my hand&lt;br /&gt;it rendered me speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was caught in a moment&lt;br /&gt;and forgot what i was about to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the candlelight &lt;br /&gt;made me want to curl up on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;and sit in it's notes&lt;br /&gt;it's sounds&lt;br /&gt;it's vision of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that something is always different&lt;br /&gt;just like i feel different&lt;br /&gt;i think of you &lt;br /&gt;and then i smile&lt;br /&gt;because i know you are happy&lt;br /&gt;and i am to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a different place &lt;br /&gt;that I didn't think I would be in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that distance&lt;br /&gt;does change perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1365023963163009376?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-4196661011338073495</id><published>2008-05-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:41:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been so sick.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lack of updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thoughts are coming together now.&lt;br /&gt;they were not last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally slept less than ten hours last night.&lt;br /&gt;it normally doesn't work like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-4196661011338073495?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4196661011338073495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=4196661011338073495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4196661011338073495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/4196661011338073495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-been-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-967922926209910285</id><published>2008-05-02T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:49:23.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thought.'/><title type='text'>thoughts from a tired friday</title><content type='html'>I used to be so ashamed of my profession. &lt;br /&gt;I hated being a youth pastor&lt;br /&gt;When I went out on Friday nights&lt;br /&gt;And people had jobs that&lt;br /&gt;Put money in their banks &lt;br /&gt;And their Wednesday evening frees&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wished I chose something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind it so much anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days where I wouldn’t mind &lt;br /&gt;Being a youth pastor again&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t mind&lt;br /&gt;The lack of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really is a push and pull. &lt;br /&gt;What you will be &lt;br /&gt;when you are to tired&lt;br /&gt;to become a scholar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's refreshing to know i have some possabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-967922926209910285?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/967922926209910285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=967922926209910285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/967922926209910285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/967922926209910285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-from-tired-friday.html' title='thoughts from a tired friday'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1706677518420161248</id><published>2008-04-30T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:56:23.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thought.'/><title type='text'>because theology told me so.</title><content type='html'>we blame the revolution &lt;br /&gt;as something that disrupted &lt;br /&gt;our social order&lt;br /&gt;of perfection&lt;br /&gt;of the white males design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we really believe in freedom &lt;br /&gt;if we really believe in love&lt;br /&gt;than why are we questing over&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;the right belief&lt;br /&gt;the right answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have time for the right truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have time for&lt;br /&gt;is creating beauty&lt;br /&gt;stillness&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because those are hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those bring understanding&lt;br /&gt;and paint brushes&lt;br /&gt;glue sticks&lt;br /&gt;glitter&lt;br /&gt;and stickers in the shape of stars&lt;br /&gt;and dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of dancing&lt;br /&gt;and lots of joy&lt;br /&gt;lots of life to be lived&lt;br /&gt;without the constraints of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boundaries set up&lt;br /&gt;with your ideals&lt;br /&gt;and fence posts&lt;br /&gt;with barbed fires&lt;br /&gt;of the right ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1706677518420161248?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1706677518420161248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1706677518420161248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1706677518420161248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1706677518420161248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/because-theology-told-me-so.html' title='because theology told me so.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-50642369331170410</id><published>2008-04-29T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:56.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBefuOyPsiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3pAjiJIVMTA/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBefuOyPsiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3pAjiJIVMTA/s320/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194796311786795554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair was cut yesterday &lt;br /&gt;There was something holding me down&lt;br /&gt;and it was heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took some scissors &lt;br /&gt;and let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the hair&lt;br /&gt;was the past&lt;br /&gt;and the brokenness&lt;br /&gt;and the expectations&lt;br /&gt;and the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the cut of the scissors i let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let go of the stuff that suffocates&lt;br /&gt;the fear that binds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the strands fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;the weight felt like lone balloons&lt;br /&gt;rising higher in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will mourn of the loss of time&lt;br /&gt;and freedom I should have felt&lt;br /&gt;but it is only life&lt;br /&gt;as it is only hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBefv-yPsjI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t7dsDQUcuiI/s1600-h/Photo+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBefv-yPsjI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t7dsDQUcuiI/s320/Photo+45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194796341851566642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-50642369331170410?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/50642369331170410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=50642369331170410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/50642369331170410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/50642369331170410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/snip.html' title='snip.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBefuOyPsiI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3pAjiJIVMTA/s72-c/Photo+47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-5372834770908456326</id><published>2008-04-27T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:20:30.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thought.'/><title type='text'>monster parts</title><content type='html'>do you remember the cartoons&lt;br /&gt;with the monsters that were fake&lt;br /&gt;and you knew&lt;br /&gt;because you could see the zipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i feel &lt;br /&gt;not so much the monster&lt;br /&gt;part&lt;br /&gt;but the part with the zipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zipper is opening&lt;br /&gt;and a new creation&lt;br /&gt;is emerging.&lt;br /&gt;shedding the old fur&lt;br /&gt;and revealing something&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's still so fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new is still yet to be unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;i think the zipper is caught&lt;br /&gt;on something&lt;br /&gt;and I keep trying to jiggle it free&lt;br /&gt;but it's stuck&lt;br /&gt;and the polyester won't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;and it's hot &lt;br /&gt;and I just want to move on&lt;br /&gt;get out of the monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-5372834770908456326?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5372834770908456326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=5372834770908456326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5372834770908456326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/5372834770908456326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/monster-parts.html' title='monster parts'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-490342139894436199</id><published>2008-04-26T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:56.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBQhwOyPshI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a8cUkOfuJpw/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBQhwOyPshI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a8cUkOfuJpw/s200/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193813382751302162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days it is easier &lt;br /&gt;than others&lt;br /&gt;to fight the battles&lt;br /&gt;inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I am tired&lt;br /&gt;and the nagging voice &lt;br /&gt;of pessimism&lt;br /&gt;sounds so much louder &lt;br /&gt;than the voice of &lt;br /&gt;clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's been distracting&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know where the &lt;br /&gt;day disappeared to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to be calm&lt;br /&gt;but i was an ocean&lt;br /&gt;of activity&lt;br /&gt;and disruption&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;that nothing is getting done&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is moving &lt;br /&gt;forward&lt;br /&gt;because i am &lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i want to do &lt;br /&gt;is nothing&lt;br /&gt;but read your stories&lt;br /&gt;and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and dreams&lt;br /&gt;but that will not do&lt;br /&gt;because there is theology&lt;br /&gt;to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilco is right&lt;br /&gt;theologians&lt;br /&gt;they don't know nothing about my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-490342139894436199?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/490342139894436199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=490342139894436199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/490342139894436199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/490342139894436199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-tired.html' title='so tired.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBQhwOyPshI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a8cUkOfuJpw/s72-c/Photo+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8987040454871987672</id><published>2008-04-25T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:56.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><title type='text'>wristcutters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBLLbOyPsgI/AAAAAAAAAes/1sNO-rnbBRY/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBLLbOyPsgI/AAAAAAAAAes/1sNO-rnbBRY/s200/Photo+40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193436988997349890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't get what we want until &lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Was expressed in a film.&lt;br /&gt;but in my real life. &lt;br /&gt;I talked about this idea over lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do we let go?&lt;br /&gt;in a space where we are supposed&lt;br /&gt;to have it all&lt;br /&gt;and not trip over our failures &lt;br /&gt;and have straight A's&lt;br /&gt;while having children&lt;br /&gt;and being married by the age of 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that&lt;br /&gt;but what i have is &lt;br /&gt;a sense&lt;br /&gt;of what is to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an idea that is whole&lt;br /&gt;rather than fragmented&lt;br /&gt;all those desires need to be trumped&lt;br /&gt;with a smile and possibility&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes open&lt;br /&gt;to the sun arousing me &lt;br /&gt;in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the sunsets&lt;br /&gt;i am there to remind you&lt;br /&gt;that you will be okay&lt;br /&gt;and that life happened &lt;br /&gt;while you ran around today&lt;br /&gt;fufilling your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to let it&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;br /&gt;to a place&lt;br /&gt;where your hands are free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8987040454871987672?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8987040454871987672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=8987040454871987672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8987040454871987672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/8987040454871987672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/wristcutters.html' title='wristcutters.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBLLbOyPsgI/AAAAAAAAAes/1sNO-rnbBRY/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-2426598520684604374</id><published>2008-04-24T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:58:43.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>2+2=2+2=2+2</title><content type='html'>These feelings are being tucked away&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that you are about to puke&lt;br /&gt;or cower under your covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can a three minute interaction&lt;br /&gt;be so damaging&lt;br /&gt;how can a phone call disrupt&lt;br /&gt;a smile&lt;br /&gt;or a laugh&lt;br /&gt;how can it hold you in a holding pattern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long can I run in circles?&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;for so many reasons&lt;br /&gt;and this being on repeat isn't &lt;br /&gt;making it any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to break out of these cycles&lt;br /&gt;can you find me?&lt;br /&gt;can you pick me up? &lt;br /&gt;and steal my records&lt;br /&gt;so that i might not hear this &lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;br /&gt;or at least feel like i could listen to &lt;br /&gt;something else&lt;br /&gt;that i haven't heard before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't&lt;br /&gt;just like so much of my life&lt;br /&gt;i found the holes in the snow&lt;br /&gt;and following that path&lt;br /&gt;rather than creating a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweater is getting a little to tight&lt;br /&gt;and i am tired of it smelling&lt;br /&gt;like yesterday &lt;br /&gt;and the yesterday before this one.&lt;br /&gt;can you find me?&lt;br /&gt;so I can start new patterns?&lt;br /&gt;i am running pretty thin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-2426598520684604374?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2426598520684604374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=2426598520684604374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2426598520684604374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/2426598520684604374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/222222.html' title='2+2=2+2=2+2'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-1550552987833496160</id><published>2008-04-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:57.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lay with me awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBDyMuyPsdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kE28kbrf0hk/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBDyMuyPsdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kE28kbrf0hk/s200/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192916670889308626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like every few weeks I have the need&lt;br /&gt;to purge&lt;br /&gt;my things.&lt;br /&gt;tidy up the space. &lt;br /&gt;receive a clean head&lt;br /&gt;and a clean heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBDyNuyPseI/AAAAAAAAAec/jOLDhFtAklM/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBDyNuyPseI/AAAAAAAAAec/jOLDhFtAklM/s200/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192916688069177826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay here most of my days.&lt;br /&gt;when i am not tamping grounds.&lt;br /&gt;or taking notes.&lt;br /&gt;or watching someone elses children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually like to create here. &lt;br /&gt;with my head on my pillows.&lt;br /&gt;and my bck up against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;the window provides a vision of what is out there&lt;br /&gt;and i have the chance to close the blinds and believe&lt;br /&gt;that there is something else out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this space.&lt;br /&gt;so much that i have called it home.&lt;br /&gt;unpacked all the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;set up shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBDyOOyPsfI/AAAAAAAAAek/IcOtoK1LzRk/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBDyOOyPsfI/AAAAAAAAAek/IcOtoK1LzRk/s200/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192916696659112434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have laid my guard down.&lt;br /&gt;because it is just to heavy to carry.&lt;br /&gt;and this is something i can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-1550552987833496160?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1550552987833496160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=1550552987833496160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1550552987833496160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/1550552987833496160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/lay-with-me-awhile.html' title='lay with me awhile.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBDyMuyPsdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kE28kbrf0hk/s72-c/IMG_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-592738802510121845</id><published>2008-04-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:58.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>white couch tunes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBAdBeyPsbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/SfmBCJdxipI/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBAdBeyPsbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/SfmBCJdxipI/s200/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192682281639063986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I have hid form myself. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;but what I was living was so much different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the actions were not my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the switch flipped.&lt;br /&gt;and redemption came. is coming. come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear turned into solace. &lt;br /&gt;and solace into music.&lt;br /&gt;and beers on the porch&lt;br /&gt;with smoke billowing in the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was forced to live in the moment. &lt;br /&gt;i had to swallow my fear.&lt;br /&gt;and your fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I stepped across the line from fear and doubt&lt;br /&gt;into light and love and possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;love for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and doors opening. &lt;br /&gt;and hope billowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boredom is the moments of breath. &lt;br /&gt;being breathed.&lt;br /&gt;in between obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBAdlOyPscI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vzr9s0RrS28/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBAdlOyPscI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vzr9s0RrS28/s200/Photo+34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192682895819387330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will no longer hold on to the breath. &lt;br /&gt;and i will no longer sit in the fear.&lt;br /&gt;and the trepidation. &lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to lose because I have lost it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and songs will now pour forth. &lt;br /&gt;and inspiration will be hearing&lt;br /&gt;the same song in new ways.&lt;br /&gt;because I wasn't supposed to hear them this way&lt;br /&gt;until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-592738802510121845?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/592738802510121845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=592738802510121845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/592738802510121845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/592738802510121845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/white-couch-tunes.html' title='white couch tunes.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SBAdBeyPsbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/SfmBCJdxipI/s72-c/Photo+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3143917430585681704</id><published>2008-04-23T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:31:36.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>i just can't be a hired hand.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning. &lt;br /&gt;reluctantly. &lt;br /&gt;because I hit snooze at least ten times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i faced life. &lt;br /&gt;that was not my own. &lt;br /&gt;and it was something that I believed in so highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the impact of music?&lt;br /&gt;he asked.&lt;br /&gt;and why do we keep doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respond with&lt;br /&gt;how has capitalism taken away our ability to fight?&lt;br /&gt;and to be creative?&lt;br /&gt;it is so easy to say be like me &lt;br /&gt;than it is to turn to our right and be like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the point of music anymore?&lt;br /&gt;are our ideas just a commodity?&lt;br /&gt;will we rise up and make a noise &lt;br /&gt;above the problems of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could we not be creative?&lt;br /&gt;to think of new ideas&lt;br /&gt;of how we use what we have&lt;br /&gt;and recreate our garbage.&lt;br /&gt;and have a song that is more meaningful than &lt;br /&gt;being a sk8r boy&lt;br /&gt;or an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we keep finding meaning. &lt;br /&gt;and creating music&lt;br /&gt;that can rise up a generation &lt;br /&gt;to uproot injustice&lt;br /&gt;to turn from our apathy&lt;br /&gt;to find hope in things that are seen&lt;br /&gt;and yet to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3143917430585681704?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3143917430585681704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3143917430585681704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3143917430585681704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3143917430585681704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-cant-be-hired-hand.html' title='i just can&apos;t be a hired hand.'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-7803709493489390481</id><published>2008-04-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:58.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA-cjuyPsYI/AAAAAAAAAds/HbevzWhLiOI/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA-cjuyPsYI/AAAAAAAAAds/HbevzWhLiOI/s200/Photo+29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192541033049600386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rock star hair needs to be thinned out. &lt;br /&gt;maybe it needs to be shaped. &lt;br /&gt;i am jealous of my friend christina's hair. &lt;br /&gt;it's cute&lt;br /&gt;and shaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i am still talking about my hair&lt;br /&gt;because lately those have been thoughts towards my body.&lt;br /&gt;do i really think that much about my body?&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't really realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA-cj-yPsZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PSJD5jHq5a0/s1600-h/Photo+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA-cj-yPsZI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PSJD5jHq5a0/s200/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192541037344567698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if deceartu was right.&lt;br /&gt;and we need to pay attention to our everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;and place meaning. &lt;br /&gt;to moments that steal our own time back.&lt;br /&gt;from those who have us live in repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i will continue to laugh at dodi. &lt;br /&gt;who sits to my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA-dvuyPsaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Vu40gNXEI3E/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA-dvuyPsaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Vu40gNXEI3E/s200/Photo+30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192542338719658402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-7803709493489390481?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7803709493489390481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=7803709493489390481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7803709493489390481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/7803709493489390481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-rock-star-hair-needs-to-be-thinned.html' title=''/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA-cjuyPsYI/AAAAAAAAAds/HbevzWhLiOI/s72-c/Photo+29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-3169149797506527574</id><published>2008-04-23T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:21:01.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thought.'/><title type='text'>a mystic glow</title><content type='html'>they say that you should wait for God to show up. &lt;br /&gt;But isn't God right there. &lt;br /&gt;whispering in your ear. &lt;br /&gt;arms length away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The systematic approach is not working. &lt;br /&gt;the checks were not in the boxes. &lt;br /&gt;the moments of perfection were over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wait for all the ducks to be in a row. &lt;br /&gt;but what if they were never supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;what if they needed to be scattered like the stars in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that the prophets were on the outskirts&lt;br /&gt;it's because the rules did not apply. &lt;br /&gt;how are they supposed to apply when you don't ascribe to this lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up on your order. &lt;br /&gt;and your fear. &lt;br /&gt;I give up for the fact that you tried to keep me feet in step.&lt;br /&gt;with yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whisper is all i need. &lt;br /&gt;and the smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;and what is in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;rather than what is written on the calendar for may of 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i will hear you.&lt;br /&gt;or see you.&lt;br /&gt;and know that you are moving.&lt;br /&gt;because you said you were. &lt;br /&gt;and i guess that's all i really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we then fight for injustice.&lt;br /&gt;and peace.&lt;br /&gt;and love. &lt;br /&gt;and we don't fight with fists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-3169149797506527574?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3169149797506527574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1374136623958967833&amp;postID=3169149797506527574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3169149797506527574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1374136623958967833/posts/default/3169149797506527574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iattackwithlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/mystic-glow.html' title='a mystic glow'/><author><name>amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01946910017322684004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SpxwbUtbUTI/AAAAAAAAA8o/puRySmh35z4/S220/Photo+92.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374136623958967833.post-8381536602582897512</id><published>2008-04-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:03:59.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life...'/><title type='text'>late night translation</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to work tonight. &lt;br /&gt;and read about how we need to work with issues of peace. &lt;br /&gt;but my room was full of peace. &lt;br /&gt;and love. &lt;br /&gt;and community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not lonely. &lt;br /&gt;or empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA7oe-yPsXI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HSEu0CM7I-A/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA7oe-yPsXI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HSEu0CM7I-A/s320/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192343039352222066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was filled with people. &lt;br /&gt;laughing. &lt;br /&gt;and singing. &lt;br /&gt;and finding truth.&lt;br /&gt;and making connections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I felt peace. &lt;br /&gt;so I didn't read. &lt;br /&gt;and I probably won't get up early tomorrow to do it either. &lt;br /&gt;i guess I can catch up on what the catholics have to say about that on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then I will experience the peace. &lt;br /&gt;and the love. &lt;br /&gt;because the actions cannot be done by me reading them alone in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA7oe-yPsWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/FF0lsPwGmIc/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hKSw2f_wx8c/SA7oe-yPsWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/FF0lsPwGmIc/s320/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192343039352222050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not when there is real life to be lived.&lt;br /&gt;and laughter to be had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a life that has me so alone. &lt;br /&gt;i need you to process with. &lt;br /&gt;i need you to share my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do not need to be my lover. &lt;br /&gt;you just need to be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1374136623958967833-8381536602582897512?l=iattackwithlove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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