<?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-2801756491531192655</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:11:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archivist Dear</title><subtitle type='html'>i'll be your mirror</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7469696549605374971</id><published>2010-04-11T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:28:58.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emulsion Repulsion &gt;&gt; Experiments in Plasticity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8Ibz5FlT4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OrtWJlpJB1w/s1600/sc0005a78f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8Ibz5FlT4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OrtWJlpJB1w/s320/sc0005a78f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458956276637978498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8Ib0LAekhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hs_NbMyCcPM/s1600/sc0003132f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8Ib0LAekhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hs_NbMyCcPM/s320/sc0003132f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458956281448403474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have hobbies, right? My current diversion of choice is toying around with plastic cameras. And despite not knowing what a tumblr &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; exactly, I have one: &lt;a href="http://emulsionrepulsion.tumblr.com"&gt;emulsion/repulsion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8Ig-JCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3OTtYqYX8Io/s1600/sc0005d1b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8Ig-JCyxlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3OTtYqYX8Io/s320/sc0005d1b9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458961950278075986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8IbzkxCBVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cScwBG1eohw/s1600/sc000293f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8IbzkxCBVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cScwBG1eohw/s320/sc000293f2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458956271183070546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-7469696549605374971?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7469696549605374971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2010/04/emulsion-repulsion-experiments-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7469696549605374971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7469696549605374971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2010/04/emulsion-repulsion-experiments-in.html' title='Emulsion Repulsion &gt;&gt; Experiments in Plasticity'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/S8Ibz5FlT4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OrtWJlpJB1w/s72-c/sc0005a78f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-4849433290541205781</id><published>2009-12-29T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:10:57.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the Figurative Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.premiere.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/list/20-hottest-sex-scenes-of-all-time/11.-blow-up-1966/44727-1-eng-US/11.-Blow-Up-1966_imagelarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 430px;" src="http://www.premiere.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/list/20-hottest-sex-scenes-of-all-time/11.-blow-up-1966/44727-1-eng-US/11.-Blow-Up-1966_imagelarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned &lt;a href="http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-habitsbroken-cameras.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I have a bit of a camera collecting habit even though any serious photographic pursuits I once had fell off long ago. But my recent interest in this little number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freshnessmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lomo_diana_mini_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.freshnessmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/lomo_diana_mini_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me realize that many of the cameras in my collection have yet to be tested, and while most of them require film that would be difficult to track down, a few of them are 35mm cameras. &lt;br /&gt;Test subject #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.pages.at/bruesehaber/bilder/retinette1a_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://home.pages.at/bruesehaber/bilder/retinette1a_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kodak Retinette 1A. 24 shots to go until I find out if it actually works...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-4849433290541205781?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/4849433290541205781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-on-figurative-horse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/4849433290541205781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/4849433290541205781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-on-figurative-horse.html' title='Back on the Figurative Horse'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-9145814415430589786</id><published>2009-10-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:14:38.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Top of My Reading List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.indiebound.com/908/069/9780316069908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.indiebound.com/908/069/9780316069908.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd generally describe myself as a "to each their own" kind of vegetarian but lately I feel like I'm one step away from throwing red paint on Anna Wintour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-9145814415430589786?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/9145814415430589786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-top-of-my-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/9145814415430589786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/9145814415430589786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-top-of-my-reading-list.html' title='At the Top of My Reading List'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-982281998907691922</id><published>2009-10-14T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:26:23.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK IN BLACK (and white)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3838125863_9da4ca6ab7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3838125863_9da4ca6ab7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaroid cameras and film (both black-and-white and color) are slated to be relaunched in 2010. Read about it &lt;a href="http://www.polapremium.com/news?date=2009-10-13"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-982281998907691922?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/982281998907691922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-in-black-and-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/982281998907691922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/982281998907691922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-in-black-and-white.html' title='BACK IN BLACK (and white)'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3838125863_9da4ca6ab7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-5017816732683342316</id><published>2009-09-30T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:31:54.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Death Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nme.com/images/081215_95602_jeffbuckleyPressShot_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.nme.com/images/081215_95602_jeffbuckleyPressShot_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly certain a secret meeting of television executives was held in which they debated the go-to song to be played anytime anyone dies on a tv show and they all voted for Jeff Buckley's cover of &lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-5017816732683342316?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/5017816732683342316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-death-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5017816732683342316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5017816732683342316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-death-song.html' title='#1 Death Song'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-3123376434589383288</id><published>2009-09-19T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:43:15.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SX-70</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EdwmaQltHc&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/4EdwmaQltHc&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;Made for Polaroid Corporation by the office of Charles &amp; Ray Eames.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-3123376434589383288?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/3123376434589383288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/sx-70.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3123376434589383288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3123376434589383288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/sx-70.html' title='SX-70'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-3499138998403171493</id><published>2009-09-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:45:58.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Die I Hope I Remember to Say, "Julian, Take Off the Red Shoes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmjournal.net/john/files/2009/05/red_shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 479px;" src="http://filmjournal.net/john/files/2009/05/red_shoes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week and a half of starring at the Orange Library's Criterion copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Shoes &lt;/span&gt; lying inert beside my TV, I finally watched the film. I now understand Martin Scorsese's fervor for Powell and Pressburger's creation and I can also appreciate what it means to be truly fascinated and bored by something simultaneously (see: ballet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, is it just me or would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Shoes&lt;/span&gt; viewed without sound resemble a horror film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2434285086_172eb846a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2434285086_172eb846a0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-3499138998403171493?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/3499138998403171493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-die-i-hope-i-remember-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3499138998403171493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3499138998403171493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-die-i-hope-i-remember-to-say.html' title='When I Die I Hope I Remember to Say, &quot;Julian, Take Off the Red Shoes&quot;'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2434285086_172eb846a0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6300968240050458398</id><published>2009-09-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:34:33.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Face of Blue-Eyed Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifelounge.com/resources/IMGDETAIL/_MayerHawthorne_detail_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.lifelounge.com/resources/IMGDETAIL/_MayerHawthorne_detail_image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into it. Too bad the phrase &lt;em&gt;jew-eyed soul&lt;/em&gt; sounds kind of racist and is therefore unusable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6300968240050458398?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6300968240050458398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-jewish-boys-singing-soul-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6300968240050458398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6300968240050458398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-jewish-boys-singing-soul-music.html' title='The New Face of Blue-Eyed Soul'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-2410259896400071706</id><published>2009-09-02T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:38:31.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might Someday Decide to Read This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ebookstore.sony.com/comingsoon/i-drink-for-a-reason/image_s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 500px;" src="http://ebookstore.sony.com/comingsoon/i-drink-for-a-reason/image_s4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love runs deep for David Cross, but lately he's been &lt;a href="http://www.clickthecity.com/img2/articles/CTC-2571-image5.jpg"&gt;breaking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ugo.com/movies/year-one-set-visit/images/david-cross.jpg"&gt;my&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/David-Cross-tickets/artist/1351982?brand=eventful&amp;camefrom=CFC_BUYAT_eventful"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt;. Add to these damning facts his &lt;em&gt;Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/em&gt; girlfriend, the impending doom of &lt;em&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/i-drink-for-a-reason,32098/"&gt;relatively dismal book reviews&lt;/a&gt; and it all makes me I mourn the David Cross of my youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tvsquad.com/media/2006/03/david-cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tvsquad.com/media/2006/03/david-cross.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-2410259896400071706?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/2410259896400071706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-might-someday-decide-to-read-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2410259896400071706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2410259896400071706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-might-someday-decide-to-read-this.html' title='I Might Someday Decide to Read This'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-2895829426470272185</id><published>2009-08-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:35:39.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.decider.com/assets/images/events/event/55113/jeanne_dielman_23_quai_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 595px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.decider.com/assets/images/events/event/55113/jeanne_dielman_23_quai_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I'm not even halfway through &lt;em&gt;The State &lt;/em&gt;boxset sitting next to my DVD player and I still need to finish watching borrowed copies of &lt;em&gt;Spider Baby, Proof &lt;/em&gt;(1991)&lt;em&gt; &amp;amp; a&lt;/em&gt; 2-disc Serge Gainsbourg collection, here's a short list of movies I want to watch right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, this isn't a &lt;em&gt;I'vebeenwantingtowatchthesefilmsforsolong&lt;/em&gt; kind of list, it's more of a &lt;em&gt;I'vehadthesefilmsonthebrain &lt;/em&gt;list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeanne Dielman 23, Quai Du Commerce 1080 Bruxelles&lt;br /&gt;Man on Wire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Red Shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;World's Greatest Dad&lt;br /&gt;Andrei Rublev&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made in U.S.A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (which I've seen only in french without subtitles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jordanhoffman.com/wp-content/uploads/made460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://jordanhoffman.com/wp-content/uploads/made460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-2895829426470272185?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/2895829426470272185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2895829426470272185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2895829426470272185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-to-see.html' title='Things to See'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7297757041996162978</id><published>2009-08-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:58:35.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess I Just Wasn't Made For These Times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/07/27/madmen.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 330px;" src="http://miamiherald.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/07/27/madmen.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now is a bad time to out myself as a fan of &lt;em&gt;Mad Men&lt;/em&gt; since &lt;a href="http://www.amctv.com/originals/madmen/madmenyourself/"&gt;MadMenYourself.com&lt;/a&gt; has pervaded the interwebs and &lt;a href="http://warmingglow.uproxx.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/mad-men-season3-full-543x800.jpg"&gt;this image &lt;/a&gt; has been papering bus stops and billboards everywhere for weeks. But I have to confess, more so than the soap opera-esque storylines of secret identities and infidelities galore, I'm taken in by the relentlessly appealing mise-en-scène: the eye candy of early 1960's costumes, furniture, hairstyles and, admittedly, the constant drinking and smoking that never fails to look artful or charming. Because, once --just once, I'd like to stroll into work and pour myself some whiskey from a fancy decantor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notempire.com/images/uploads/Decanters-DOTW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.notempire.com/images/uploads/Decanters-DOTW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: More awesome nerdiness can be found at &lt;a href="http://madmenfootnotes.com/"&gt;The Footnotes of Mad Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-7297757041996162978?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7297757041996162978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-i-just-wasnt-made-for-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7297757041996162978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7297757041996162978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-guess-i-just-wasnt-made-for-these.html' title='I Guess I Just Wasn&apos;t Made For These Times....'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-286686738718175853</id><published>2009-08-17T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:41:24.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof There is No God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nietzsche.com/nietzsche-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 412px;" src="http://nietzsche.com/nietzsche-pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exhibit A&lt;/span&gt;: A sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Chicks&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/white-chicks-sequel-in-the-works,31804/"&gt;currently in the works&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Exhibit B&lt;/span&gt;: Because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;White Chicks&lt;/span&gt; grossed over $70 million in 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="296 " width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/txxREzezoNilnFuOMCxyZg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/txxREzezoNilnFuOMCxyZg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="296" width="512"&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/2801756491531192655-286686738718175853?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/286686738718175853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/proof-there-is-no-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/286686738718175853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/286686738718175853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/proof-there-is-no-god.html' title='Proof There is No God'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6576824681855217498</id><published>2009-08-14T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:49:49.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WENT TO LAS VEGAS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS SIMULACRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SoZKeHfLppI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zLFqDNxUcoU/s1600-h/usnv40686.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SoZKeHfLppI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zLFqDNxUcoU/s400/usnv40686.jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370061486952261266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Paris Hotel, like nearly everything else is Las Vegas, is a Baudrillardian landscape of half-cocked simulation and middle American escapism. Add to this any music relating to France (Edith Piaf? check. Serge Gainsbourg? check. "Lady Marmelade" as performed in 2001 by Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya, and Pink? check.) along with copious amounts of tourists buying crepes! Arc de Triomphe snow globes! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boisson alcoolisée&lt;/span&gt;! and you've got yourself the ultimate postmodern getaway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I've decided I need not visit Paris (the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt;) unless I wish to be disappointed by its lack of painted skies and novelty booze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SoZM2Wb4rFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WdPKHa-XqEM/s1600-h/IMG_4492.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/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SoZM2Wb4rFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/WdPKHa-XqEM/s320/IMG_4492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370064102305082450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6576824681855217498?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6576824681855217498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-to-las-vegas-and-all-i-got-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6576824681855217498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6576824681855217498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-to-las-vegas-and-all-i-got-was.html' title='I WENT TO LAS VEGAS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS SIMULACRA'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SoZKeHfLppI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zLFqDNxUcoU/s72-c/usnv40686.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6506027247224090082</id><published>2009-08-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:31:13.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baked Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sn3oyIov51I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZtI8djhAomQ/s1600-h/delete3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367702278904997714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sn3oyIov51I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZtI8djhAomQ/s320/delete3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is my new favorite ultra-time-wasting website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sn3nSCa32dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hv3V7zZ93ZQ/s1600-h/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367700627968743890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sn3nSCa32dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Hv3V7zZ93ZQ/s320/delete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FAIL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367701466337871714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sn3oC1lph2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FU4DO-3LMTc/s320/delete.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FAIL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367752078715670898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sn4WE3Y2UXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/troqucgdkl8/s320/delete.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FAIL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6506027247224090082?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6506027247224090082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/baked-failures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6506027247224090082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6506027247224090082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/baked-failures.html' title='Baked Failure'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sn3oyIov51I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZtI8djhAomQ/s72-c/delete3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-8261789327986045973</id><published>2009-08-08T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:49:19.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Watch This All Day Part ll</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6i2WRreARo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e6i2WRreARo&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've never seen the Neil LaBute's 2006 remake of &lt;em&gt;The Wicker Man&lt;/em&gt;, and thanks to this clip reel, I don't need to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-8261789327986045973?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/8261789327986045973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-could-watch-this-all-day-part-ll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8261789327986045973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8261789327986045973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-could-watch-this-all-day-part-ll.html' title='&lt;em&gt;I Could Watch This All Day&lt;/em&gt; Part ll'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7480023628098864871</id><published>2009-08-08T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:38:25.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Watch This All Day Part l</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GFGzGfym-7Y&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/GFGzGfym-7Y&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/2801756491531192655-7480023628098864871?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7480023628098864871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-could-watch-this-all-day-part-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7480023628098864871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7480023628098864871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-could-watch-this-all-day-part-l.html' title='&lt;em&gt;I Could Watch This All Day&lt;/em&gt; Part l'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-3970193562667847725</id><published>2009-08-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:23:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DEznw_yaWg/SScA7pxIJSI/AAAAAAAAADY/CnbqfSoFBWM/s320/spirit+in+the+beehive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DEznw_yaWg/SScA7pxIJSI/AAAAAAAAADY/CnbqfSoFBWM/s320/spirit+in+the+beehive.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few interesting facts you should know about Victor Erice's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Spirit of the Beehive&lt;/span&gt; ---for example, that Luis Cuadrado's cinematography can only be described as nothing short of amazing, despite the fact that Cuadrado was going blind during filming. And that of the 1000 total shots in the film, exactly 500 are shot inside and 500 are shot outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Spirit of the Beehive&lt;/span&gt; is also #1 on James Franco's &lt;a href="http://www.criterion.com/explore/63"&gt;Criterion Top 10&lt;/a&gt; list. And really, if anyone should dictate your viewing selections, it's Daniel Desario. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeiwBjhM8UU/SYI0xaJyWzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qWN1FxixNn8/s400/spirit_of_the_beehive_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeiwBjhM8UU/SYI0xaJyWzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qWN1FxixNn8/s400/spirit_of_the_beehive_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-3970193562667847725?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/3970193562667847725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-like-honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3970193562667847725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3970193562667847725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-like-honey.html' title='Just Like Honey'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5DEznw_yaWg/SScA7pxIJSI/AAAAAAAAADY/CnbqfSoFBWM/s72-c/spirit+in+the+beehive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6337670266509919944</id><published>2009-07-26T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:32:41.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Zachary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sachem.suffolk.lib.ny.us/Reel_Rebels/images/dear%20zachary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 500px;" src="http://sachem.suffolk.lib.ny.us/Reel_Rebels/images/dear%20zachary.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documentary &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Zachary: A Letter To A Son About His Father&lt;/span&gt; chronicles filmmaker Kurt Kuenne's cross-country quest to capture memories of his childhood friend, Andrew Bagby, brutally slain at age 28 by his ex-girlfriend. What ensues is a frustrating and devastating account not only of Bagby's life, but also of the life of his son Zachary (born after Andrew's death) and the fight Andrew's parents embarked on in order to gain custody of Zachary, who remained in the care of his mother/Andrew's murderer. Although the events in the documentary were widely reported when they happened, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Zachary&lt;/span&gt; is slow to reveal the complete tragedy surrounding Andrew and Zachary Bagby. The result is a crushing narrative of the father Zachary would never know and the legal system that failed them both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6337670266509919944?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6337670266509919944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-zachary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6337670266509919944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6337670266509919944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-zachary.html' title='Dear Zachary'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-173656588052306679</id><published>2009-07-12T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:57:57.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus is Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/please_stand_by_tv_color_bars_photosculpture-p153356502038830441qdjh_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/please_stand_by_tv_color_bars_photosculpture-p153356502038830441qdjh_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels like ages since I've had the time to post anything on here. I've been crazily busy but I'll work on not being so boring. Below is Elvis Costello to sagely remind us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can give you anything but time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EnTLqDscjLI&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/EnTLqDscjLI&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-173656588052306679?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/173656588052306679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus-is-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/173656588052306679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/173656588052306679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus-is-boring.html' title='Hiatus is Boring'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-1022231795128386954</id><published>2009-06-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:18:12.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Attended Public Schools and Confuses Hitler With Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>If comedy sketch shows were lovers, &lt;i&gt;Mr. Show&lt;/i&gt; would be my mythical soulmate: the one I compared all others to, and inevitably, the one who ruined me forever for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmNApZRy3wk&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/wmNApZRy3wk&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/2801756491531192655-1022231795128386954?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/1022231795128386954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/david-attended-public-schools-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1022231795128386954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1022231795128386954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/david-attended-public-schools-and.html' title='David Attended Public Schools and Confuses Hitler With Anne Frank'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-1916978809442484514</id><published>2009-06-19T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:27:35.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Sucker for Richard Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scifiwire.com/assets_c/2009/04/TheBox_Marsden_Diaz-thumb-500x270-15841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 270px;" src="http://scifiwire.com/assets_c/2009/04/TheBox_Marsden_Diaz-thumb-500x270-15841.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Kelly adapts and directs the 1970 Richard Matheson short story "Button, Button" ...what could go wrong? Well, a lot actually when you add Cameron Diaz and James Marsden into the mix as the film's leads. Regardless, I'm adding &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0362478/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to my ever increasing films-I-want-to-see-in-October list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, someone got paid to design &lt;a href="http://scifiwire.com/assets_c/2009/04/TheBox_Movie_poster-thumb-550x816-15947.jpg"&gt;this horrible poster&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-1916978809442484514?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/1916978809442484514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sucker-for-richard-kelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1916978809442484514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1916978809442484514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sucker-for-richard-kelly.html' title='I&apos;m a Sucker for Richard Kelly'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-8113096096663770232</id><published>2009-06-15T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:12:35.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof That Modern Commercials Are Lacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Ky7g1lgTwc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Ky7g1lgTwc&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;As Jim Henson himself explained, early Muppet bits often ended with an explosion or someone being eaten. Henson worked on commercials at the start of his career and, as you can see by watching the clips above, they tend to follow the timelessly comedic &lt;strong&gt;explosion/death &lt;/strong&gt;formula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-8113096096663770232?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/8113096096663770232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/commercials-just-arent-what-they-used.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8113096096663770232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8113096096663770232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/commercials-just-arent-what-they-used.html' title='Proof That Modern Commercials Are Lacking'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-8222765376384806884</id><published>2009-06-12T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:26:38.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl on a Motorcycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3063273009_707edc4d95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3063273009_707edc4d95.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I was at &lt;a href="http://www.amoeba.com"&gt;Amoeba&lt;/a&gt; trying to track down Jack Cardiff's 1968 film &lt;i&gt;Girl on a Motorcycle&lt;/i&gt; starring Marianne Faithfull. I was told that the film was out of print and whenever they got a copy in, it usually sold for around $50. Imagine my surprise when I went back to Amoeba a few weeks later and saw this on the shelves for a mere $17:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.vcommerce.com/products/239/64069239/main-205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 205px;" src="http://content.vcommerce.com/products/239/64069239/main-205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reissue is of the bare bones variety, with absolutely no special features --because really, there is nothing special about a stills gallery-- and the packaging is pretty terrible (unlike the photo above, my copy has "crazy, sexy, cool" printed on the right side of the cover for some inane reason) none the less, I'm glad this psychedelic (road) trip is back in print.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-8222765376384806884?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/8222765376384806884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-on-motorcycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8222765376384806884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8222765376384806884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-on-motorcycle.html' title='Girl on a Motorcycle'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3063273009_707edc4d95_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-3233097085581714501</id><published>2009-06-04T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:59:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of the Day: If Loving Ian Svenonius is Wrong, I Don't Want to be Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3457089945_8be982477f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3457089945_8be982477f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I've said it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-3233097085581714501?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/3233097085581714501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/preaching-gospel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3233097085581714501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3233097085581714501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/06/preaching-gospel.html' title='Confession of the Day: If Loving Ian Svenonius is Wrong, I Don&apos;t Want to be Right'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3457089945_8be982477f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-2056383236150073702</id><published>2009-05-26T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:19:15.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Cameras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27933297_735018b251.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27933297_735018b251.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a habit of collecting broken cameras. Generally, those who consider it a &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt; habit either A) live with me or B) understand that if you're short on space, a camera collection consisting primarily of large polaroid cameras isn't exactly ideal. But it's an &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; habit if you are C) interested in the aesthetics of various camera makes/models and D) into decorating all the bookcases in your small apartment with various cameras that no longer work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is none other than the &lt;i&gt;Polaroid Swinger&lt;/i&gt; (see above), not to be confused with the &lt;i&gt;Polaroid Big Swinger&lt;/i&gt; (see below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotografika.andrysstienstra.nl/iko/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fotografika.andrysstienstra.nl/iko/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetically, the &lt;i&gt;Swinger&lt;/i&gt; is amazing. But really, its name alone is reason enough for favoritism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7k2uwJmwxo&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/h7k2uwJmwxo&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/2801756491531192655-2056383236150073702?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/2056383236150073702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-habitsbroken-cameras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2056383236150073702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2056383236150073702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-habitsbroken-cameras.html' title='Broken Cameras'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-9073754866250299313</id><published>2009-05-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:43:43.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Lawyer, Saxonberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0g8RApG_H4/RljjlzaMtyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ubbABTNVEik/s400/FromtheMixedUpFiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0g8RApG_H4/RljjlzaMtyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ubbABTNVEik/s400/FromtheMixedUpFiles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler&lt;/i&gt; was/is one of my top ten all-time favorite kids books. E. L. Konigsburg's 1967 novel skillfully indulges the urge to run away and never come back, while omitting all possible consequences of committing such an act &lt;br /&gt;(see:  kidnappers, pedophiles, a subsequent extended stay in military school, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reread the novel for a literature class in college and was amazed by how well it stood the test of time; unlike other children's books I had loved as a kid but considered relentlessly boring when I reread them as an adult (see: &lt;i&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Island of the Blue Dolphins&lt;/i&gt;, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I'm getting at is this: I'm nearly 26 and I still want to spend the night inside the Metropolitan Museum of Art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfqVEdOQE5w/SYtF4xB78yI/AAAAAAAAPtc/jSfdXeq2aOM/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfqVEdOQE5w/SYtF4xB78yI/AAAAAAAAPtc/jSfdXeq2aOM/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-9073754866250299313?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/9073754866250299313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-lawyer-saxonberg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/9073754866250299313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/9073754866250299313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-lawyer-saxonberg.html' title='To My Lawyer, Saxonberg'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0g8RApG_H4/RljjlzaMtyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ubbABTNVEik/s72-c/FromtheMixedUpFiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7068940051119739575</id><published>2009-05-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:56:03.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Animal Collective on a Tuesday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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/2801756491531192655-7068940051119739575?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7068940051119739575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-said-so-little-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7068940051119739575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7068940051119739575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-said-so-little-animal.html' title='A Little Animal Collective on a Tuesday Afternoon'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-1131550061625124544</id><published>2009-05-14T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:12:55.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem Pour Un Con</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sgx3231fY1I/AAAAAAAAADk/7j1EyLeqBpA/s1600-h/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335771443112141650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sgx3231fY1I/AAAAAAAAADk/7j1EyLeqBpA/s400/delete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I stumbled upon on IMDB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1329457/"&gt;Serge Gainsbourg, vie héroïque (2010)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Elmosnino as Serge Gainsbourg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lefigaro.fr/medias/2008/04/28/20080428PHOWWW00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lefigaro.fr/medias/2008/04/28/20080428PHOWWW00149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-1131550061625124544?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/1131550061625124544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/requiem-pour-un-con.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1131550061625124544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1131550061625124544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/requiem-pour-un-con.html' title='Requiem Pour Un Con'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sgx3231fY1I/AAAAAAAAADk/7j1EyLeqBpA/s72-c/delete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-2948777038036722970</id><published>2009-05-12T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:24:44.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love You So</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SgokubzSj3I/AAAAAAAAADU/gP3CJ8O1w3c/s1600-h/delete2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335117088729239410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 259px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SgokubzSj3I/AAAAAAAAADU/gP3CJ8O1w3c/s400/delete2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SgokhgXXESI/AAAAAAAAADM/XVtymi_mDR8/s1600-h/delete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335116866615972130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SgokhgXXESI/AAAAAAAAADM/XVtymi_mDR8/s400/delete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spike Jonze &amp;amp; Co. have set up a blog dedicated to &lt;a href="http://weloveyouso.com/blog/"&gt;all things wild&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-2948777038036722970?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/2948777038036722970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-if-im-not-excited-enough-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2948777038036722970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2948777038036722970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-if-im-not-excited-enough-already.html' title='We Love You So'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SgokubzSj3I/AAAAAAAAADU/gP3CJ8O1w3c/s72-c/delete2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7760869918384188990</id><published>2009-05-12T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:51:46.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Image Nerds, Rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7851705567600658577&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1999 documentary &lt;i&gt;Keepers of the Frame&lt;/i&gt; is available to view for free free free on google videos. That is, until the powers that be callously take it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-7760869918384188990?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7760869918384188990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-image-nerds-rejoice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7760869918384188990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7760869918384188990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-image-nerds-rejoice.html' title='Moving Image Nerds, Rejoice'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-214101090523663995</id><published>2009-05-05T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:57:37.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(wanted) paper cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.si-la.org/blog/wp-content/sleepgrl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 216px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.si-la.org/blog/wp-content/sleepgrl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://the-flog.com/200509/images/saelee_oh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 250px;" src="http://the-flog.com/200509/images/saelee_oh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-214101090523663995?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/214101090523663995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/214101090523663995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/214101090523663995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='(wanted) paper cuts'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-788217451622229713</id><published>2009-04-30T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:36:50.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"your record sleeves are better than your songs!"</title><content type='html'>I recently came across &lt;i&gt;Jazzin' for Blue Jean&lt;/i&gt; which is a 20 minute David Bowie gem shot to promote his single "Blue Jean" in 1984. Picking up where Patty Duke and Hayley Mills left off, Bowie plays both Vic (the socially inept everyman and possible David Brent prototype) and Screaming Lord Byron (basically, David Bowie). &lt;br /&gt;Magic ensues: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mtCiq4Sx-8&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/7mtCiq4Sx-8&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sHMmfviHa_A&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/sHMmfviHa_A&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/2801756491531192655-788217451622229713?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/788217451622229713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-record-sleeves-are-better-than.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/788217451622229713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/788217451622229713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-record-sleeves-are-better-than.html' title='&quot;your record sleeves are better than your songs!&quot;'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6427010729776259950</id><published>2009-04-28T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:36:21.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how strange it is to be anything at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkksK1ICe-0/SabuvUWh48I/AAAAAAAAB08/v6ANM26RsQM/s400/examined_life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkksK1ICe-0/SabuvUWh48I/AAAAAAAAB08/v6ANM26RsQM/s400/examined_life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A documentary starring Slavoj Zizek, Judith Butler, Peter Singer and Cornel West? Astra Taylor has philosophy nerds pegged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note: Taylor is married to Jeff Mangum, the man responsible for writing my favorite album haunted by the ghost of Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2jkyuT8unw&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/q2jkyuT8unw&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/2801756491531192655-6427010729776259950?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6427010729776259950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-strange-it-is-to-be-anything-at-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6427010729776259950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6427010729776259950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-strange-it-is-to-be-anything-at-all.html' title='how strange it is to be anything at all'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkksK1ICe-0/SabuvUWh48I/AAAAAAAAB08/v6ANM26RsQM/s72-c/examined_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6900086967357317445</id><published>2009-04-23T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:26:26.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adaptations Gone Wrong: The Golden Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.takepart.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/knut_berlin_polar_bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.takepart.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/knut_berlin_polar_bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the recent &lt;i&gt;AV Club&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/articles/bret-easton-ellis,26988/"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; with a less-than-thrilled Bret Easton Ellis promoting (?) the latest adaptation of his work brought to mind all of the terrible ways novels adapted into films tend to go wrong. One of the first butcherings to come to mind: &lt;i&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Pullman's &lt;i&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/i&gt; trilogy is nothing short of amazing, so how did such a promising project go so terribly wrong? I think we have Chris Weitz to thank for that. Although he wasn't the original director linked to the project, the film ended up in Weitz's hands, and he is the one responsible for turning down a screenplay written by Tom Stoppard...maybe you've heard of him. Deciding he was better suited to adapt the novel than TomfuckingStoppard, Weitz wrote the screenplay himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ensued can only be described as a weak, censored, cliff-notes-written-by-someone-who-maybe-didn't-even-read-the-book kind of film. I could rant about this for days. But I won't. Instead, I'll only say this: when a novel ends on the heartbreaking yet-suspense-filled note of a young protagonist realizing she has just inadvertently led her best friend to his death at the hands of her father and your film adaptation ends with said protagonist and said best friend floating off into the sunset before any of this even happens, &lt;strong&gt;you have failed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6900086967357317445?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6900086967357317445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/adaptations-gone-wrong-golden-compass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6900086967357317445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6900086967357317445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/adaptations-gone-wrong-golden-compass.html' title='Adaptations Gone Wrong: &lt;i&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-4437429295196816633</id><published>2009-04-21T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:49:00.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between violence and rationality there is no incompatibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.st.rim.or.jp/%7Eseven/artist/mbv/isntanything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 341px; height: 339px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.st.rim.or.jp/%7Eseven/artist/mbv/isntanything.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bastardize something &lt;a href="http://shaviro.com/Blog"&gt;Steven Shaviro &lt;/a&gt;once wrote about My Bloody Valentine, &lt;i&gt;if you don't think their music is violent, then you're not listening to it loud enough.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-4437429295196816633?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/4437429295196816633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/between-violence-and-rationality-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/4437429295196816633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/4437429295196816633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/between-violence-and-rationality-there.html' title='between violence and rationality there is no incompatibility'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-5332592212417348561</id><published>2009-04-20T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:46:45.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nocturnal Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie's Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muppet Show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; guests:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hDZt1e0ofY/SO1XiLY9BII/AAAAAAAAByw/jW6VkQJQX7U/s320/alice+cooper+muppets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hDZt1e0ofY/SO1XiLY9BII/AAAAAAAAByw/jW6VkQJQX7U/s320/alice+cooper+muppets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3100000/Kermit-Vincent-Price-the-muppets-3118896-500-382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 382px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3100000/Kermit-Vincent-Price-the-muppets-3118896-500-382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-5332592212417348561?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/5332592212417348561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/nocturnal-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5332592212417348561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5332592212417348561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/nocturnal-vacation.html' title='A Nocturnal Vacation'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hDZt1e0ofY/SO1XiLY9BII/AAAAAAAAByw/jW6VkQJQX7U/s72-c/alice+cooper+muppets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-1332355625406897969</id><published>2009-04-18T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:43:04.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Secrets Sleep in Winter Clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SeozXGCmq2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5M1f6DfY5c4/s1600-h/jacket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SeozXGCmq2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5M1f6DfY5c4/s200/jacket2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326125981170576226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SeozTOW9iSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N_MH3Bp1BcI/s1600-h/jacket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SeozTOW9iSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/N_MH3Bp1BcI/s200/jacket1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326125914683967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's nearly summer. OBVIOUSLY, it's the perfect time to go out and impulsively buy overpriced jackets. Yesterday, that's exactly what we did. I can't speak for the other so-and-so involved in this venture, but I have an excuse: I'll be working in a 42 degree vault this summer. Reason enough for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-1332355625406897969?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/1332355625406897969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-secrets-sleep-in-winter-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1332355625406897969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1332355625406897969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-secrets-sleep-in-winter-clothes.html' title='Our Secrets Sleep in Winter Clothes'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SeozXGCmq2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5M1f6DfY5c4/s72-c/jacket2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-5510784853734363475</id><published>2009-04-16T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:18:46.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Win Friends and Influence People</title><content type='html'>Why not try incorporating this phrase into your daily vernacular: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p37wdcxpNt0&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/p37wdcxpNt0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/2801756491531192655-5510784853734363475?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/5510784853734363475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-need-of-good-break-up-line-andor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5510784853734363475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5510784853734363475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-need-of-good-break-up-line-andor.html' title='How to Win Friends and Influence People'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7203348230009158936</id><published>2009-04-14T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:49:24.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I Do Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vktx95N7ra8/SJnwP4c0Y8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/kZAYaA497JQ/s400/lou+and+nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vktx95N7ra8/SJnwP4c0Y8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/kZAYaA497JQ/s400/lou+and+nico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm projecting, and I should mention that I lack substantial proof, but I'm pretty sure that as Lou Reed was writing "I Found a Reason" he was envisioning a future with Tanqueray Rangpur. And not thinking about heroin. For once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1-877-spirits.com/store/images/large/Tanqueray-Rangpur-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.1-877-spirits.com/store/images/large/Tanqueray-Rangpur-lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-7203348230009158936?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7203348230009158936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-i-do-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7203348230009158936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7203348230009158936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-i-do-believe.html' title='Oh I Do Believe'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vktx95N7ra8/SJnwP4c0Y8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/kZAYaA497JQ/s72-c/lou+and+nico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7157845029272771117</id><published>2009-04-13T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:12:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Song, Age 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_vuJiN9ZO8/R8z4D2JiJeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CzBqoK4D_R8/s320/Fisher-PriceRecordPlayer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_vuJiN9ZO8/R8z4D2JiJeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CzBqoK4D_R8/s320/Fisher-PriceRecordPlayer1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absolute favorite song when I was three years old was "Your Wildest Dreams" by The Moody Blues. The song came out in '86 and I remember singing it around a house in Lakewood where we once lived (we later moved when I was four).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this anecdotal lapse in judgement, I would in no way consider myself a Moody Blues fan. In fact, the only other Moody Blues related memory I have is really liking this &lt;a href="http://www.raw-tcsd.com/moody%20d%208852017291.jpg"&gt;45&lt;/a&gt; my dad had. Not because it was a Moody Blues record, but solely because it was blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, the memory of really loving this song stayed with me. I still know some of the lyrics. The weird thing is, I distinctly remember someone slaying dragons in the "Your Wildest Dreams" music video. Recently, I looked up this up and was shocked/dismayed to find that there is not one dragon to be seen anywhere in the music video. I repeat, &lt;i&gt;no dragons&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;This is entirely disappointing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xodov_moody-blues-your-wildest-dreams_music&amp;related=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.dailymotion.com/swf/xodov_moody-blues-your-wildest-dreams_music&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="348" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xodov_moody-blues-your-wildest-dreams_music"&gt;Moody Blues Your Wildest Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/avajra"&gt;avajra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-7157845029272771117?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7157845029272771117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-song-age-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7157845029272771117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7157845029272771117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-song-age-3.html' title='My Favorite Song, Age 3'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_vuJiN9ZO8/R8z4D2JiJeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CzBqoK4D_R8/s72-c/Fisher-PriceRecordPlayer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-3579866518913518186</id><published>2009-04-12T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:53:56.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write This Date Down: July 14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tastyburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/mtv-the-state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 369px;" src="http://tastyburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/mtv-the-state.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait is over! The State finally has a dvd release date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thomas Lennon told reporters that The State will be coming to DVD this summer. "July 14th," Lennon said in a news conference on Sunday in Beverly Hills, Calif. "For real: Bastille Day. The whole goddamn thing. I have no idea why it's coming out on Bastille Day, but it's coming out on Bastille Day."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-3579866518913518186?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/3579866518913518186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/mark-your-calendars-july-14th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3579866518913518186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/3579866518913518186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/mark-your-calendars-july-14th.html' title='Write This Date Down: &lt;b&gt;July 14th&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6744862692244367414</id><published>2009-04-09T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:26:39.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors on the Internets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/43529344_c929ef0d4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/43529344_c929ef0d4f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMDB Revelation of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Reportedly, Bret Easton Ellis sued Ben Stiller over &lt;i&gt;Zoolander&lt;/i&gt; ripping off &lt;i&gt;Glamorama&lt;/i&gt;. According to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0865554/board/nest/129245898?d=134144707&amp;p=2#134144707"&gt;random gossip on the interwebs&lt;/a&gt; (and a &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/collective/A6127427"&gt;BBC interview with Ellis&lt;/a&gt;) the two settled out-of-court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6744862692244367414?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6744862692244367414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/rumors-on-internets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6744862692244367414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6744862692244367414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/rumors-on-internets.html' title='Rumors on the Internets'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/43529344_c929ef0d4f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-371733006909823731</id><published>2009-04-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:07:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger. Pain. Fear. Aggression. Spaced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wemadethis.typepad.com/we_made_this/images/2008/03/26/spaced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wemadethis.typepad.com/we_made_this/images/2008/03/26/spaced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a comic book nerd (or if you're sensitive, &lt;i&gt;enthusiast&lt;/i&gt;) nor was I in my mid-twenties in the late nineties, but none of this makes &lt;i&gt;Spaced&lt;/i&gt; any less relevent. Movie references galore. Marsha and her wine glass. Brian and his art. Tim and Daisy's two anniversaries for their fake relationship. Colin the dog. The typewriter birthday cake. I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;...But I especially love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=753231765036126364&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-371733006909823731?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/371733006909823731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-said-so-spaced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/371733006909823731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/371733006909823731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-said-so-spaced.html' title='Anger. Pain. Fear. Aggression. &lt;i&gt;Spaced&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-8150444148416036192</id><published>2009-04-02T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:34:48.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bret Easton Ellis: Books/Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://indiecineblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/the-informers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 450px;" src="http://indiecineblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/the-informers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Informers&lt;/i&gt; comes out later this month, and as a Bret Easton Ellis fan, I'm both excited and apprehensive. As far as remakes of his works are considered, I find it best to think of the books as separate entities from the films. For example, &lt;i&gt;The Rules of Attraction&lt;/i&gt; as straightforward adaptation of the novel fails miserably. The film focuses primarily on the first few pages of the book, leaving out a multitude of plot points/ characters/ significant relationships, and it's laughably homophobic in the way it handles the relationship between Paul and Sean. Roger Avery's film only works for me if I consider it as a loose interpretation. Ellis himself has described it as the best interpretation of his work thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the jury's still out on &lt;i&gt;The Informers&lt;/i&gt;. I have a feeling it's not going to be as awesome as Harron's &lt;i&gt;American Psycho&lt;/i&gt; but maybe, just maybe, it won't be as terrible as Kanievska's &lt;i&gt;Less Than Zero&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-8150444148416036192?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/8150444148416036192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/bret-easton-ellis-booksfilm.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8150444148416036192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8150444148416036192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/04/bret-easton-ellis-booksfilm.html' title='Bret Easton Ellis: Books/Film'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6253064125831208046</id><published>2009-03-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:28:34.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>File This Under: Worst. Idea. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/03/drew-barrymore-grey-gardens-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 351px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/03/drew-barrymore-grey-gardens-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;i&gt;Grey Gardens&lt;/i&gt;, which is why I'm whole-heartedly appalled that anyone felt it necessary to remake the 1975 documentary into a 2009 drama (starring Drew Barrymore, no less!) Isn't it bad enough that it has already been made into a broadway musical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAUNCH characters do not approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.submitresponse.co.uk/archives/images/2004/08/little_edie_beale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.submitresponse.co.uk/archives/images/2004/08/little_edie_beale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6253064125831208046?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6253064125831208046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/file-this-under-worst-idea-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6253064125831208046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6253064125831208046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/file-this-under-worst-idea-ever.html' title='File This Under: Worst. Idea. Ever.'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-2002838760338603543</id><published>2009-03-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:18:33.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Thing, I Think I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The release date is still months away and in the wise words of Veruca Salt: I want it now. Maybe the Jim Henson Company will let me come back as their intern in the fall, or &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; around the time of the premiere....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-2002838760338603543?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/2002838760338603543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/wild-thing-i-think-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2002838760338603543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2002838760338603543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/wild-thing-i-think-i-love-you.html' title='Wild Thing, I Think I Love You'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-2602518740142352230</id><published>2009-03-24T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:35:14.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Vault. Literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.harvardfilmarchive.org/images/film_archives2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.harvardfilmarchive.org/images/film_archives2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Warner Bros. film archive is making available 150 previously unreleased titles too obscure to merit a full-blown DVD release. For $19.95, Warner will custom-manufacture a DVD of one of those titles (including artwork and a hard plastic case) and ship it to you within a week. After this initial offering, the studio will keep mining a 6,800-feature film library, and add 20 new titles a month. Check out the titles &lt;a href="http://www.wbshop.com/Warner-Archive/ARCHIVE,default,sc.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-2602518740142352230?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/2602518740142352230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-vault-literally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2602518740142352230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2602518740142352230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-vault-literally.html' title='From the Vault. Literally.'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-604903474975073383</id><published>2009-03-24T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:22:06.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room: Great Movie or Greatest Movie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2090259627_49e9d02942.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2090259627_49e9d02942.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-604903474975073383?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/604903474975073383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/room.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/604903474975073383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/604903474975073383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/room.html' title='&lt;i&gt;The Room&lt;/i&gt;: Great Movie or &lt;i&gt;Greatest&lt;/i&gt; Movie?'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-5842586955336745090</id><published>2009-03-23T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:27:16.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislike/Like/But-Mostly-Dislike: Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwZVnO9cmMY/SJnMVZoPVwI/AAAAAAAARbU/9oUKkI1pSs0/s400/boy+girl+party+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwZVnO9cmMY/SJnMVZoPVwI/AAAAAAAARbU/9oUKkI1pSs0/s400/boy+girl+party+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Don't Like It:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) It's unneccessary.&lt;br /&gt;(b) It takes blogging &amp; social networking sites to new levels of egoism. &lt;br /&gt;(c) I despise the verbs it's created (see: "&lt;em&gt;I'm tweeting right now!&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I Secretly Kind of Like It:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/davidwain"&gt;David Wain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/mshowalter"&gt;Michael Showalter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/michaelianblack"&gt;Michael Ian Black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-5842586955336745090?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/5842586955336745090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovehate-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5842586955336745090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5842586955336745090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovehate-twitter.html' title='Dislike/Like/But-Mostly-Dislike: Twitter'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwZVnO9cmMY/SJnMVZoPVwI/AAAAAAAARbU/9oUKkI1pSs0/s72-c/boy+girl+party+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-354248158396528972</id><published>2009-03-15T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:45:20.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Said So: Nannerpuss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://paxarcana.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/nannerpuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 474px; height: 358px;" src="http://paxarcana.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/nannerpuss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakout star of 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8P2c184R9w/SZnnRpDwXuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fC0SSehhQV0/s320/etsy+004.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/_F8P2c184R9w/SZnnRpDwXuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fC0SSehhQV0/s320/etsy+004.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-354248158396528972?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/354248158396528972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-i-said-so-nannerpuss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/354248158396528972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/354248158396528972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-i-said-so-nannerpuss.html' title='Because I Said So: Nannerpuss!'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8P2c184R9w/SZnnRpDwXuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fC0SSehhQV0/s72-c/etsy+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-5585423429535322220</id><published>2009-03-12T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:46:52.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster's Literary Likeness: Buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sb1PTImJa9I/AAAAAAAAABg/TEyqrCD79pU/s1600-h/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313490325510646738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sb1PTImJa9I/AAAAAAAAABg/TEyqrCD79pU/s200/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exhibit A: Buster, my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.us.macmillan.com/jackets/258H/9780805078923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.us.macmillan.com/jackets/258H/9780805078923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exhibit B: Buster, literary figure &amp;amp; cowboy camp enthusiast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's uncanny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-5585423429535322220?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/5585423429535322220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/busters-literary-likeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5585423429535322220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5585423429535322220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/busters-literary-likeness.html' title='Buster&apos;s Literary Likeness: &lt;i&gt;Buster&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/Sb1PTImJa9I/AAAAAAAAABg/TEyqrCD79pU/s72-c/IMG_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-8746139237959329955</id><published>2009-03-10T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:44:05.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Recap a Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fourfour.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451b8c369e2011168cfbcd3970c-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 363px;" src="http://fourfour.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451b8c369e2011168cfbcd3970c-pi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the famous C.S. Lewis quote tells us, &lt;i&gt;We read to know we're not alone&lt;/i&gt;. To this, I would like to add: &lt;i&gt;I read recaps of terrible reality tv shows to know I am not alone&lt;/i&gt;. A new cycle of the almost unwatchable America's Next Top Model has begun, and with it, my renewed love of Rich Juzwiak's blog &lt;a href="http://fourfour.typepad.com"&gt;FourFour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-8746139237959329955?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/8746139237959329955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/recap-of-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8746139237959329955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/8746139237959329955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/recap-of-recap.html' title='To Recap a Recap'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-7811402581153275150</id><published>2009-03-05T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:47:04.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Colored Vinyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldies.com/i/boxart/large/a-z/elvis6color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.oldies.com/i/boxart/large/a-z/elvis6color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, there are many material things that make me happier than colored vinyl...I'm just hard-pressed to think of any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-7811402581153275150?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/7811402581153275150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-colored-vinyl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7811402581153275150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/7811402581153275150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-colored-vinyl.html' title='Ode to Colored Vinyl'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-6681916953075537292</id><published>2009-02-26T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:46:55.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Said So: Jean-Paul Belmondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://men.style.com/slideshows/mens/standalone/gq/feature/100107/50_most_stylish_men/00027f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://men.style.com/slideshows/mens/standalone/gq/feature/100107/50_most_stylish_men/00027f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had a good reason to post about Jean-Paul Belmondo, but really, I don't. I just felt like it. It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-6681916953075537292?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/6681916953075537292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-absolutely-no-reason-jean-paul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6681916953075537292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/6681916953075537292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-absolutely-no-reason-jean-paul.html' title='Because I Said So: Jean-Paul Belmondo'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-1880153879504501589</id><published>2009-02-23T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:37:36.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How long can we maintain? I wonder."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://slowpainting.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/gonzo460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://slowpainting.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/gonzo460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to the audiobook of &lt;em&gt;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas &lt;/em&gt;during my twice-a-week morning commute to LA makes me feel unmistakingly paranoid. Sometimes I'm &lt;i&gt;this close&lt;/i&gt; to shouting, "We can't stop here. This is bat country!" while stuck in traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-1880153879504501589?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/1880153879504501589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-long-can-we-maintain-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1880153879504501589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1880153879504501589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-long-can-we-maintain-i-wonder.html' title='&quot;How long can we &lt;i&gt;maintain&lt;/i&gt;? I wonder.&quot;'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-5376785928300376050</id><published>2009-02-17T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:42:09.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mintyalice.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mintyalice.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me want to take up french and open up an umbrella shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-5376785928300376050?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/5376785928300376050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-raining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5376785928300376050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/5376785928300376050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s Raining'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-2981036728305837432</id><published>2009-02-10T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:46:09.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone in this family ever seen a chicken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/473515563_76822226d0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/473515563_76822226d0.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMDB Revelation of the Day: Was the infamous chicken joke on &lt;i&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/i&gt; inspired by Tommy Wiseau's masterpiece &lt;i&gt;The Room&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368226/board/thread/129196503"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368226/board/thread/129196503&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-2981036728305837432?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/2981036728305837432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/has-anyone-in-this-family-ever-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2981036728305837432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/2981036728305837432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/has-anyone-in-this-family-ever-seen.html' title='Has anyone in this family ever seen a chicken?'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-1094044227478293553</id><published>2009-02-05T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:40:08.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it isn't 1998...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://depts.washington.edu/kexp/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/Murder%20City%20Devils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://depts.washington.edu/kexp/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/07/Murder%20City%20Devils.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, I will be seeing this band this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-1094044227478293553?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/1094044227478293553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-it-isnt-1998.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1094044227478293553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/1094044227478293553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-it-isnt-1998.html' title='No, it isn&apos;t 1998...'/><author><name>C. Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13669024837015736233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J0QHl-zfK-U/SYkH_xpHufI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/K3R3Yyc3qVE/S220/delete2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801756491531192655.post-479984700724387821</id><published>2009-02-03T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:42:40.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Record of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://991.com/newGallery/Beach-Boys-Pet-Sounds---40th-367724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://991.com/newGallery/Beach-Boys-Pet-Sounds---40th-367724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe someday another record will come and sweep me off my feet. But until that unknown distant future approaches, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pet Sounds&lt;/i&gt; has nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2801756491531192655-479984700724387821?l=archivistdear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/feeds/479984700724387821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-record-of-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/479984700724387821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2801756491531192655/posts/default/479984700724387821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://archivistdear.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-record-of-all-time.html' title='My Favorite Record of All Time'/><author><name>C. 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