<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869</id><updated>2010-03-13T22:56:22.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emilycurtin.com</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm nobody, who are you?  Are you nobody too?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-3341837365389003146</id><published>2009-03-06T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:00:43.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch My Home Be Torn Apart</title><content type='html'>The Great Curtin Kitchen Remodeling begins, and you can see all the horrible details (including eerily smiling demolition men) at &lt;a href="http://curtinkitchen.synthasite.com/"&gt;The Curtin Kitchen Remodeling&lt;/a&gt; courtesy of my dear sister Sarah.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-3341837365389003146?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/3341837365389003146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=3341837365389003146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/3341837365389003146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/3341837365389003146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/03/watch-my-home-be-torn-apart.html' title='Watch My Home Be Torn Apart'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-5985695898033381395</id><published>2009-03-04T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:58:00.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Snowflakes Add Up</title><content type='html'>Here is the official Tribeca snow report (7 inches in the back yard): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3327182606/" title="snow by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3327182606_9662397c2d.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="snow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the most beautiful cupcakes I've ever seen, each one unique, like a snowflake (see, that's how I've tied these two photos together):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3327181848/" title="cupcakes1 by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3327181848_9a973b73ff.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="cupcakes1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were made with love by a great nanny (not me) and although I did not eat one (willpower!) I know from a reputable source that they were delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-5985695898033381395?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/5985695898033381395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=5985695898033381395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5985695898033381395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5985695898033381395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/03/snowflakes-add-up.html' title='Snowflakes Add Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-7897116641941312995</id><published>2009-02-25T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:47:45.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='central park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>First Sign of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3309669827/" title="Central Park Snowdrops by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3309669827_d03d5fd8b7.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Central Park Snowdrops" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even looking for it yet, but all of a sudden this afternoon I saw snowdrops!  It's only a few short steps from snowdrops to bikinis, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-7897116641941312995?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/7897116641941312995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=7897116641941312995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/7897116641941312995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/7897116641941312995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/02/first-sign-of-spring.html' title='First Sign of Spring'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-1236324379930577836</id><published>2009-02-23T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:47:58.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objects of Desire'/><title type='text'>Working on My Jewelry Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>I only just began to wear gold.  Up until last year I thought I only looked good in silver jewelry, but it turns out I was wrong.  While fantasizing about having a few hundred dollars to snap up a rare pair of Ted Muehling earrings on ebay (right), I found the online shop of &lt;a href="http://www.peggyli.com/"&gt;Peggi Li&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3303989390_fe80a58b2d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 239px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3398/3303989390_fe80a58b2d_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a jewelry designer who's work has been featured in TV shows such as Grey's Anatomy, Without A Trace and Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.  She has created a very affordable version of the Ted earrings that you can find &lt;a href="http://www.peggyli.com/sidrteea.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was thrilled to find them and I love to wear them--but as all my other jewelry is silver (and I don't enjoy the look of mixing silver and gold) I never had anything to wear with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you know that I love &lt;a href="http://etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;.  I have dreams of operating my own Etsy shop--but about zero time to feed that dream, so my little (well designed, thanks &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6168418"&gt;Ocean Front Studio!&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5515160"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; lays empty.  But everyone has time to shop on Etsy, so last week that is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3303143045_69b0b6b343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3303143045_69b0b6b343.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I picked up three "layering" necklaces from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5154222"&gt;Edor's Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;--all for under $20 a pop!  In the picture above I'm wearing all three necklaces, but I think that I'm going to save the little "Fleur" charm to wear alone because I think it makes things look too cluttered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3303141269_54ef977a7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3303141269_54ef977a7b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two round ones look perfect layered, I think, and they're the perfect balance to my earrings.  Yeah Etsy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-1236324379930577836?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/1236324379930577836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=1236324379930577836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/1236324379930577836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/1236324379930577836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/02/working-on-my-jewelry-wardrobe.html' title='Working on My Jewelry Wardrobe'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-8302645710427653150</id><published>2009-02-19T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:44:13.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining-out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily-things'/><title type='text'>Sweet Emily's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZ4bUj3J8EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OvxAbDKO7BA/s1600-h/sweet+emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZ4bUj3J8EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OvxAbDKO7BA/s400/sweet+emily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304707451126935618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When and if I go off my diet this weekend it will quite likely be caused by "the simple comforts of a well-made cocktail" or the yummy decadence of " American comfort food with latin influence" . . . or at least that's my plan.  Last week &lt;a href="http://www.sweetemilysnyc.com/"&gt;Sweet Emily's&lt;/a&gt; opened in Hell's Kitchen and I've been itching to go try out my namesake's food and libation.  According to Eater &lt;blockquote&gt;Sweet Emily's hopes to appeal to the Hell's Kitchen/Theater District neighborhood with its savory cuisine, genuine hospitality, and budget friendly prices (all entrees are under $20). Menu highlights include Bacon Mac &amp;amp; Cheese Croquette, Shrimp Mojito, Plaintain Crusted Tilapia and Smoked Pork Chops."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I will report back as to whether the restaurant lives up to my great expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-8302645710427653150?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/8302645710427653150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=8302645710427653150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/8302645710427653150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/8302645710427653150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/02/sweet-emilys.html' title='Sweet Emily&apos;s'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZ4bUj3J8EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OvxAbDKO7BA/s72-c/sweet+emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-5828163730001205660</id><published>2009-02-18T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:30:00.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Heather Ross: February Girl-Crush</title><content type='html'>I've hauled out Amy's sewing machine for a refresher course because next week I'm starting a three week skirt sloper class at &lt;a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl"&gt;Purl&lt;/a&gt;!  (A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sloper&lt;/span&gt;, in this context, is a template, unique to one person, from which a whole range of different patterns can be created.)  I'm excited about the prospect of making my own clothes (especially since I'm almost as thin as I was in college again!) but I'm also delighted to be taking a second class from one of my own personal girl-crushes, &lt;a href="http://www.heatherrossdesigns.com/"&gt;Heather Ross&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZyxd5yo-iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mZwepSZE2bw/s1600-h/underwtrsistersJUG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZyxd5yo-iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mZwepSZE2bw/s400/underwtrsistersJUG2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304309588423146018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather is an amazing fabric designer and illustrator.  Above is one of my favorites from her &lt;a href="http://www.heatherrossdesigns.com/goods/mendocino.html"&gt;Mendocino&lt;/a&gt; fabric line from Free Spirt.  All her work is sweet and whimsical with absolutely nothing pretentious about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Heather when I took her class on making a simple sundress last summer and after the 3-hour workshop I could have easily hung around for 3 more hours just listening to stories of her childhood in rural Vermont and all of her experiences since then working with amazing craftswomen like &lt;a href="http://alabamachanin.com/"&gt;Natalie Chanin&lt;/a&gt;.  Heather encouraged me to buy the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Alabama-Stitch-Book-Celebrating-Contemporary/dp/1584796383"&gt;Alabama Stitch Book&lt;/a&gt; because of my love of hand sewing and (although I haven't actually completed a project from it) the book is amazingly inspiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZy1CYLoSGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GtF6G8OuNWk/s1600-h/weekend+sewing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZy1CYLoSGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GtF6G8OuNWk/s400/weekend+sewing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304313513591195746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Ross has a new book out this winter which I'm anticipating getting my hands on this weekend.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Weekend-Sewing-Projects-Inspired-Stitching/dp/1584796758"&gt;Weekend Sewing&lt;/a&gt; and it's described on her website this way: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Heathers first book is a guide to integrating sewing into ones home and lifestyle in a stylish and practical way. Among its 40 projects readers will find an entire weekend wardrobe, including more than ten dress and skirt styles as well as some basic fashion design lessons about proportion, fit, and fabric.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I gather that she and her husband have recently transplanted themselves from the California coast to New York City.  While the prospect of having her here to learn from on a more consistent basis is appealing, her work and her presence make me want to run off to some quiet little cottage in the woods with a good internet connection so that I can still read her &lt;a href="http://heatherross.squarespace.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and buy her fabrics.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next year . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-5828163730001205660?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/5828163730001205660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=5828163730001205660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5828163730001205660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5828163730001205660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/02/heather-ross-february-girl-crush.html' title='Heather Ross: February Girl-Crush'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqQNYQK5kOY/SZyxd5yo-iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mZwepSZE2bw/s72-c/underwtrsistersJUG2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-6268814136626281583</id><published>2009-02-18T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:48:42.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Recession Chili</title><content type='html'>So, I recently lost 25 lbs. in a relatively quick time without doing much more exercise than normal (other than my usual walking everywhere).  It wasn't very hard, but I realize it's not for everyone because in order to make it work you have to like keeping obsessive records like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3285979503/" title="2.16 by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/3285979503_7f4f4076c6.jpg" width="400" height="317" alt="2.16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing that everyone can do is cook more of their own food which allows you to control what's going into it by picking organic produce, using sources of fat that are low in saturated fat, and reducing the amount of sodium.  This also fits in with the very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; trend of being economical.  (It makes it more fun if you think of it in the same category as 'what all the kids are doing these days', like &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sexting"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sexting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  That's aimed at you, &lt;a href="http://cakerocket.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Freund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother has become obsessed lately with &lt;a href="http://www.supersuppers.com/menu/locate_store.php?popup=true"&gt;Super Suppers&lt;/a&gt;, and I understand the appeal.  However, as I'm just one person, not a family of 4, I just do it on my own at home on a smaller scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold, First Grade Chili:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3214475784/" title="stove by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3083/3214475784_e81c87e947.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="stove" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The recipe is pretty simple, and it may seem odd to use tomato soup instead of actual tomatoes, but the recipe is aimed at getting children to like a food that is often spicy and intimidating to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neophobic&lt;/span&gt; palates (hence &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first grade&lt;/span&gt; chili) and it's dear to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Grade Chili:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 lbs. ground chicken or turkey (lean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 large onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can condensed tomato soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chili powder, to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cayenne&lt;/span&gt; pepper, to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;garlic powder, to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper, to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can kidney or chili beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 lbs. chopped carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 red pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 green pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 bag frozen corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any other veggies you have on hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brown the meat with the onion and season lightly.  Pour off any fat (although there probably won't be much, especially if you're using chicken meat).  Season lightly with chili powder, garlic powder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cayenne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, salt &amp;amp; pepper (you'll be layering the seasoning, so think of this as just a first go). Add the soup, beans, and one soup can full of water.  Cover and simmer on low for 45 minutes.  Taste and adjust seasoning.  Add the carrots and simmer uncovered for about 30 minutes.  Add the peppers and continue to cook on low an additional 15 minutes.  Taste &amp;amp; adjust seasoning.  Add the corn and simmer just until heated through (unless you're using fresh corn it won't need to cook much more).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's ready to eat--but it's a lot of food, so here's what I do to enjoy chili in perfectly portioned increments.  I calculate the nutritional information (you can skip this step if you're not crazy like me).  A great resource for this is the &lt;a href="http://www.nal.usda.gov/fnic/foodcomp/search/"&gt;USDA Database of Food&lt;/a&gt;.  Then I create little labels in Excel that I print out onto sticker paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3214410344/" title="cutter by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/3214410344_007a57ba94.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="cutter" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That way, even if I'm take some chili out of the freezer months from now I'll have the info I calculated about it today readily at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3213631471/" title="stickers by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3213631471_897d1b332d.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="stickers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I've cut out all the stickers I use my food scale to portion the chili out into freezer bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3214414058/" title="bags by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3318/3214414058_de7e838bfa.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="bags" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I lay them flat in the freezer to freeze while ignoring the Hagen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dazs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3214417410/" title="freezer by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/3214417410_2ec0b1188a.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="freezer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To thaw I tend to just take a bag out and leave it on a few sheets of paper towel in the refrigerator overnight, but if you want to get it done quickly, just 10 minutes or so in some hot water should do it.  Once defrosted you can just heat, garnish (I recommend pepper jack &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt;) and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-6268814136626281583?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/6268814136626281583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=6268814136626281583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/6268814136626281583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/6268814136626281583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/01/recession-chili.html' title='Recession Chili'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-2814046596731556180</id><published>2009-02-16T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:58:15.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning in Washington Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3286620060/" title="(Non) Valentine Flowers by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3286620060_779562e554_b.jpg" width="359" height="269" alt="(Non) Valentine Flowers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to have to leave beautiful things behind on Monday morning, but perhaps these will still be blooming and fresh on Friday.  I can hope at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-2814046596731556180?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/2814046596731556180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=2814046596731556180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/2814046596731556180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/2814046596731556180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/02/morning-in-washington-heights.html' title='Morning in Washington Heights'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-2783800264673681636</id><published>2009-02-14T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:55:43.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington heights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost and found'/><title type='text'>February 14th: Lost &amp; Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/3279429351/" title="Found Note, 181st Street by Emily Curtin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3279429351_c9cca85e55.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Found Note, 181st Street" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (text: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Dears, The garbage goes in the garbage can.  This is a Relay Box.  Thanks&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this note on my street this morning.  I don't know if it's a coincidence that it's attached to a latex glove.  You may draw your own conclusions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-2783800264673681636?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/2783800264673681636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=2783800264673681636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/2783800264673681636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/2783800264673681636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2009/02/february-14th-lost-found.html' title='February 14th: Lost &amp; Found'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-7566649651361190031</id><published>2008-12-31T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:04:27.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Mocha Charlotte</title><content type='html'>This was my contribution to Christmas Dinner.  It was my own take on the Dessert of the Month in December's Martha: the Coconut Chocolate Charlotte. Several people in my family (most importantly, me) aren't wild about coconut, so I replaced the coconut custard with a mocha mousse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/3155015216_c7a382a3b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/3155015216_c7a382a3b9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Father, aka doubting Thomas, believed my cake, custard and mousse creation would end up as a "puddle on a plate" once it was sliced into.  My faith in Martha was strong and my creation was solid, rich and so very yummy.  Next year I think I could greatly improve the presentation, and perhaps I'd do white chocolate custard as a contrast for the dark mocha mousse.  All in all, however, I was quite pleased with dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ms. Stewart!. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/3155016708_9172ded655.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/3109/3155016708_9172ded655.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/1165556854535008869-7566649651361190031?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/7566649651361190031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=7566649651361190031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/7566649651361190031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/7566649651361190031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/12/chocolate-mocha-charlotte.html' title='Chocolate Mocha Charlotte'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-9135486981998364188</id><published>2008-04-02T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:53:59.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Likes Beer</title><content type='html'>Although she did her best to taste the undertones of apple and berry, Kim ultimately prefers a nice cool bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yuengling&lt;/span&gt; Lager to wine almost always.  So, while tasting wine at Francis Ford Coppola's Vineyard &lt;a href="http://www.rossobianco.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosso&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we asked one of the locals to recommend a place for a casual dinner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Healdsburg&lt;/span&gt;.  His first suggestion perked Kimmy up immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2410/2383299235_686d1d1a04_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2410/2383299235_686d1d1a04_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He pointed us to &lt;a href="http://www.bearrepubhttp//www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.giflic.com/index.php"&gt;The Bear Republic Brewery&lt;/a&gt; where you can get excellent, simple food and you can taste all of their micro brews for $1.25 a pop.  Kim tried Special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; Pale Ale, El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oso&lt;/span&gt;, Racer 5 and 3R Belgian Ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2383299219_9f3b09d548_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3270/2383299219_9f3b09d548_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her favorite, oddly, was the El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oso&lt;/span&gt;, although she was very disdainful about fruit in her beer.  Her least favorite was the Special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; Pale Ale, which also surprised me.  But really, what do I know about beer?  Or Kim, for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2417/2383299227_3ec45f06ea_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2417/2383299227_3ec45f06ea_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim also vowed to try new and different food while in California.  Who would have guessed that Fish and Chips would fall under the category "new and different"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Obie, that green vest is mine, and yes, the red sweatshirt is Phillies Red!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-9135486981998364188?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/9135486981998364188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=9135486981998364188' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/9135486981998364188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/9135486981998364188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/04/kim-likes-beer.html' title='Kim Likes Beer'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-2292650741014947547</id><published>2008-03-29T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:05:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco Days 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>Time &amp;amp; internet connections have been scarce at times over the past few days, so I apologize for not posting more.  Even today we're pressed for time, as there are tooooooooo many vineyards and never enough glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights from the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Columns built for the 1916 World's Fair at the Palace of Fine Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2396/2371296436_a57d0bee74_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2396/2371296436_a57d0bee74_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim and I on the Cable Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2370452487_1023213869_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2370452487_1023213869_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim-No-Evil (Union Square)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2371327430_59d33ea28b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2371327430_59d33ea28b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cable Car Turn-Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2371327414_678802dd45_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2371327414_678802dd45_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRAB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2371327400_8e83995643_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2371327400_8e83995643_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikael Gorbachev's House (Your tax dollars at work!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/2370514053_b3e934a57d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/2370514053_b3e934a57d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2370514075_c7757bf1d0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2370514075_c7757bf1d0_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bank Building in Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2370514085_5779776ae7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2370514085_5779776ae7_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully we'll have time to post more tonight when we're recovering from whirlwind wine tasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-2292650741014947547?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/2292650741014947547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=2292650741014947547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/2292650741014947547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/2292650741014947547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/03/san-francisconapa-days-3-6.html' title='San Francisco Days 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-5395460779995815655</id><published>2008-03-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:20:25.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco, Day Two, Alcatraz Edition</title><content type='html'>The weather report said that it was 52 degrees yesterday morning, but if that was true, it was a 52 degrees unlike any other Kim &amp;amp; I have experienced in our lives.  In line to board the boat, we both shed all the layers we'd dressed in (as instructed by the Alcatraz website) and stood for an hour slowly getting both sun and wind burnt (and enjoying ourselves, somehow).  The ferry ride itself was rather short and before we knew it we were pulling into the dock at Alcatraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2363388560_29b3ec822d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2363388560_29b3ec822d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first building you come to is the Barrack/Apartment building for Alcatraz staff.  There's a prominent sign announcing the island as a US Penitentiary with red writing scrawled across that saying "Indians Welcome".  This mystified us until we actually got on the island took the tour.  The Island was apparently the sight of an American Indian uprising in the 1960/70s.  A group of Indigenous People took over the island for approximately 19 months and claimed it as Indian land.  They were eventually removed, but the occupation did lead to changes in the US policy toward Native Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2363388566_76ae48cab0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2363388566_76ae48cab0_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw way too much to record here, but a few highlights include: Kim in a cell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2363436297_06ca044041_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2363436297_06ca044041_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim in the Hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2363436305_047b7c83fe_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2363436305_047b7c83fe_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, Kim stuck in a pot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/2363544957_f734bf54b4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2193/2363544957_f734bf54b4_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out more photos on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/41322176@N00/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt; page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-5395460779995815655?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/5395460779995815655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=5395460779995815655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5395460779995815655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5395460779995815655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/03/san-francisco-day-two-alcatraz-edition.html' title='San Francisco, Day Two, Alcatraz Edition'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-5163485164885362319</id><published>2008-03-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:01:57.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco, Day Two (Part One)</title><content type='html'>Kim and I got each other moving pretty early today so that we could make it down to Pier 33 for the boat to Alcatraz.  We continued our fabulous run as Urban Warriors! and mastered the cable car system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2362131207_5df2dca042_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2362131207_5df2dca042_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable car ride was amazing, and not only because it saved us crawling on our hands and knees up the truly ridiculous hills.  We jumped up to try and capture the view, especially at Lombard Street:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2031/2362131209_5136cc72fb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2031/2362131209_5136cc72fb_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, we know we haven't completely done it justice and we definitely intend to try and walk it (on foot!) tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2362131211_ba447786c5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2362131211_ba447786c5_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured Jefferson street and the Fisherman's Wharf at a brisk pace, so that we could get to our boat in time.  Once we were safely in line (and I got a second cup of coffee) we felt free to look around and relax a bit.  Sadly, relaxation does not necessarily heighten either of our intelligence, as we both stared at this sign wondering what could possibly be on our cell phones that might be considered contraband by the Alcatraz boat crew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2160/2362131221_17e054253c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2160/2362131221_17e054253c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we quickly figured out our mistake (with the help of a park ranger).  On board the ferry to Alcatraz Island, we couldn't help but be amazed by the view of San Francisco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2362131227_79cbaeba32_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2362131227_79cbaeba32_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid our photos don't begin to do the city justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come, but for now, DANCING WITH THE STARS is on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-5163485164885362319?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/5163485164885362319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=5163485164885362319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5163485164885362319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5163485164885362319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/03/san-francisco-day-two.html' title='San Francisco, Day Two (Part One)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-3425486748122402256</id><published>2008-03-24T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:16:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco, Day One</title><content type='html'>Kim and I arrived this afternoon at the San Francisco International Airport.  It will remain a total mystery how my dear sister survived 7 1/2 hours without a cigarette, but let me tell you, she burst out of that plane once we'd reached the ground and made her way as quickly as possible to the fresh air for the sole purpose of polluting it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2359605939_18166f86e8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2359605939_18166f86e8_b.jpg"alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mastered the &lt;a href="http://www.bart.gov/index.asp"&gt;BART&lt;/a&gt; and arrived at our hotel without incident because we are Urban Warriors!  After a nap and wine and cheese in the common area (both staples of the Urban Warrior lifestyle) we went out to explore Chinatown.  We turned down several interesting dinner choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2359605947_d47ef25913_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2359605947_d47ef25913_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and settled instead at bar Vesuvio on Columbus Ave. in North Beach, a favorite hangout of the Beat Generation.  We enjoyed their signature drink, the &lt;a href="http://www.vesuvio.com/drinks.html"&gt;Jack Kerouac&lt;/a&gt; and relaxed a bit from the challenging walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/2359605943_c02845327d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/2359605943_c02845327d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim continued her tradition of photography without irony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2359605917_6f17e528e3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2359605917_6f17e528e3_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, despite dragging a bit because of the time change, we managed to take in a little "culture":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2359605913_3d94d2a8cd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2359605913_3d94d2a8cd_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this only in the first 12 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-3425486748122402256?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/3425486748122402256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=3425486748122402256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/3425486748122402256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/3425486748122402256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/03/san-francisco-day-one.html' title='San Francisco, Day One'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-8335110494968542694</id><published>2008-01-06T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:06:18.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, 10th Street Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2172972544_e49340a54b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2172972544_e49340a54b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, long ago I decided (because it was a very pressing issue) that if money were no object, I would live in a townhouse on 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Street between 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  There are many reasons for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; that block, including the house that has matched its shutters to its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vespa&lt;/span&gt;, and today I've added another: Inspired Christmas Decoration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2172190943_fe5349eb45_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2172190943_fe5349eb45_o.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/1165556854535008869-8335110494968542694?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/8335110494968542694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=8335110494968542694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/8335110494968542694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/8335110494968542694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/01/merry-christmas-10th-street-style.html' title='Merry Christmas, 10th Street Style'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-5919923923568542788</id><published>2008-01-01T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:56:27.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hype'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2018/2156424422_f5b9452680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2018/2156424422_f5b9452680.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That, my dear friends (the three of you who currently read this practically non-existent blog--hi mom!) is a clean slate.  It's the number one cliche I think of on New Years Day, especially when I'm lucky enough to have not begun the new year with a massive hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does the clean slate mean for me?  Well, some fabulous things right off the bat like a new apartment with TONS of space where I can practice the time honored art of &lt;strike&gt;covering the floor of one's bedroom entirely by discarded items of clothing&lt;/strike&gt; keeping everything in it's place and enjoying the peace and serenity of an ordered life.  Also, I know that this year will be filled with exciting trips to places like San Francisco, Italy, Colorado, and the Virgin Islands--and that's just to name a few!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that everyone else is as excited about the new year as I am.  I'll be keeping the blog better updated now that I've gained a decent amount of momentum with other writing, so it won't be three months before I post again, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-5919923923568542788?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/5919923923568542788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=5919923923568542788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5919923923568542788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5919923923568542788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-3487097340168566751</id><published>2007-11-12T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:52:13.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objects of Desire'/><title type='text'>It is Better to Give Than to Receive</title><content type='html'>So, if you'd like to feel good this holiday season, you can get me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/1992066228_34e46fe60f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/1992066228_34e46fe60f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theistore.com/altec_lansing_inmotion_im3c_ipod_speakers_with_remote?model_id=70&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=03f04ac07b5bff8377a1628fcd3f1683"&gt;The Altec Lansing inMotion iM3c iPod speakers with remote.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-3487097340168566751?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/3487097340168566751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=3487097340168566751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/3487097340168566751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/3487097340168566751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2007/11/it-is-better-to-give-than-to-receive.html' title='It is Better to Give Than to Receive'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-6753427080665486119</id><published>2007-10-16T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:20:51.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Weekend Go?</title><content type='html'>Well, a large portion of mine went into FORT BUILDING!  Check out &lt;a href="http://cakerocket.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-update.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cakerocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to view the photos.  And, just in case more of you are going to inquire (as some already have) no (illegal) drugs were involved in either the building nor the motivational process that led to said fort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-6753427080665486119?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/6753427080665486119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=6753427080665486119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/6753427080665486119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/6753427080665486119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2007/10/where-did-weekend-go.html' title='Where Did the Weekend Go?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-5377447885262342271</id><published>2007-10-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:18:58.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>"It's not your cooking, it's your genes!"</title><content type='html'>I have long believed that children's relationship with food was pretty much ingrained and not at all a product of environment or upbringing.   Finally there is a research study out that proves me right.  The cover article in yesterday's NY Times Dining In section is titled &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/10/dining/10pick.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;Picky Eaters? They Get it from You&lt;/a&gt; and it details the research done by Dr. Lucy Cooke at the Department of Epidemiology and Public Health at University College London and published in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading studies that took time and a great deal of money to prove things that a lot of mothers just instinctively know.  For example the article relates that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "Most children eat a wide variety of foods until they are around 2, when they suddenly stop. The phase can last until the child is 4 or 5. It’s an evolutionary response, researchers believe. Toddlers’ taste buds shut down at about the time they start walking, giving them more control over what they eat. “If we just went running out of the cave as little cave babies and stuck anything in our mouths, that would have been potentially very dangerous,” Dr. Cooke said."&lt;/blockquote&gt;But for kids who don't really come out of this phase, there really isn't much that can be done other than accept that mealtimes are going to be a headache until they go off to college.  You can't just decide that you'll only feed them noodles, because I'm pretty sure that developing scurvy is pretty good grounds for the state to take your child away, so you just have to keep pressing new things on them (within reason) and listen to the moaning and bitching.  That's just your job as a parent (or nanny, in my case) and it's somehow supposed to be a reward unto itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-5377447885262342271?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/5377447885262342271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=5377447885262342271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5377447885262342271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/5377447885262342271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2007/10/its-not-your-cooking-its-your-genes.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s not your cooking, it&apos;s your genes!&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-7623754379047275665</id><published>2007-10-07T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:11:15.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><title type='text'>Romantic Hand Knits: Some Like It Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anniemodesitt.com/books/romantic_hand_knits_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.anniemodesitt.com/books/romantic_hand_knits_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bought Annie Modesitt's fabulous book Romantic Hand Knits and this weekend I began my first project.  I bought the book for the Silk Stockings pattern, but I thought I'd begin with a project marked "Easy", so I chose lace opera-length gloves.  (I know what you're thinking: that doesn't sound easy . . . you would be correct.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sinking feeling about the whole thing, I'm ashamed to say, I haven't done much knitted lace and I'm very worried that the gloves are really not headed in the right direction.  However, I'm committed to seeing the project through to completion, even if the completion is unwearable.   And who knows, perhaps I will be pleasantly surprised.  Stranger things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think once I struggle through the first glove things will be easier, and perhaps I'll just end up making three gloves and save the first (read: flawed) one as a souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/1508764819_73fc653c75_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/1508764819_73fc653c75_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using Sirdar's Snuggly Baby Bamboo, which really may be a mistake. It's so soft and warm, but I'm beginning to suspect that it just doesn't have the memory necessary for a project like gloves. I think that as I become a more experienced knitter I will learn to listen to what the salespeople in the knitting stores tell me. What is it about people (read: me) that makes them want to learn things the hard way as opposed to profiting from the wisdom of others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/1508764895_fe90054778_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/1508764895_fe90054778_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck.  I'll keep you updated on my progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-7623754379047275665?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/7623754379047275665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=7623754379047275665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/7623754379047275665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/7623754379047275665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2007/10/romantic-hand-knits-some-like-it-hot.html' title='Romantic Hand Knits: Some Like It Hot'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-8869029032609263705</id><published>2007-10-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:48:04.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Objects of Desire'/><title type='text'>The iPhone: Two Weeks In</title><content type='html'>How long does a honeymoon last when it's between you and a major piece of daily-use technology? For myself and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The iPhone&lt;/span&gt;, the answer is about two weeks. Don't worry, though, the honeymoon maybe through, but I feel as if the marriage in general will be a long and happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things that I'd love to change about my new partner-in-crime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUT-AND-PASTE for F**K's SAKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what more is there to say than that? For the record, I did know about this little quirk before I went ahead and purchased the phone, so I suppose I shouldn't complain too much. But it's such a normal part of regular computer use it seems absolutely asinine that they left it out. I'd gladly trade some of the cool, but basically useless, features for this simple, but rather important, one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADAPTIVE PREDICTIVE TEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a bit much to wish for, but since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The iPhone&lt;/span&gt; has clearly appropriated names from my contacts list into the predictive text feature, I don't see why it can't learn that I frequently use the shorthand "w/" for "with" and stop trying to change it to "a". Everyone has their own personal slang and if the iPhone could just accept you for that and stop trying to make you conform to it's idea of how you should write then I think we'd all be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZOOM FEATURE FOR THE CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to elaborate on this one other than to say that when I want to take pics of John Stewart on the street I should be able to get as close up as possible without violating the restraining order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, the camera feature's failings have led to some pretty cool pictures, like this one from my favorite cuties' 3rd Birthday party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/1508535897_70bd441a7f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/1508535897_70bd441a7f_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to create an effect like this on purpose I'd be completely inept, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The iPhone&lt;/span&gt; has a mind of it's own, which is sometimes a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165556854535008869-8869029032609263705?l=emilycurtin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycurtin.com/feeds/8869029032609263705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1165556854535008869&amp;postID=8869029032609263705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/8869029032609263705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165556854535008869/posts/default/8869029032609263705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycurtin.com/2007/10/iphone-two-weeks-in.html' title='The iPhone: Two Weeks In'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01768197553012871999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16378382501632847564'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165556854535008869.post-820282681065440619</id><published>2007-08-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T06:36:26.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hype'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The launch of emilycurtin.com is imminent.  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