<?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-9088914577232892035</id><updated>2012-01-29T23:20:50.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><subtitle type='html'>Soms zijn ze grappig, soms tenenkrommend, soms zijn ze om in tranen uit te barsten van geluk en verdriet tegelijk. De quotes van de dag. Houd je vast!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4482008057357485867</id><published>2011-01-18T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:46:01.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rechtzaal met camera = dampende keuken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKpkmBkdeVM/TL3pPV0TdoI/AAAAAAAAJo0/qZ3pgdwc30U/s1600/Wilders+Moszkowicz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKpkmBkdeVM/TL3pPV0TdoI/AAAAAAAAJo0/qZ3pgdwc30U/s1600/Wilders+Moszkowicz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen."&lt;/em&gt; - Bram Moszkowicz, &lt;a href="http://www.parool.nl/parool/nl/4/AMSTERDAM/article/detail/1825415/2011/01/18/Moszkowicz-hele-proces-Wilders-moet-over.dhtml"&gt;Parool&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Het liefst willen we overal bij zijn, en alles openbaar maken. Wat is een betere uitwerking van democratie dan toegankelijke informatie over alle lagen van de samenleving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soms kan deze behoefte processen echter tegenwerken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uit het rapport van de Commissie Meijerink is naar voren gekomen dat de media aandacht en de grote druk vanuit de publieke opinie de strafkamer tegengewerkt hebben. De ladingen informatie die naar voren kwamen over het proces van Geert Wilders veroorzaakten een enorme media-aandacht. Iedereen voelt zich immers aangetrokken tot de grens met betrekking tot 'onze' vrijheid van meningsuiting. Maar als de aandacht het proces beïnvloedt, moeten we dan niet even ophouden met gefoceerde openbare informatie? Moeten we dan niet even koest in een hoekje gaan zitten, en wachten tot we weer mogen vinden wat we willen? Op die manier oefent de publieke opinie minder druk uit, en kan het proces verlopen zonder hittegolf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-4482008057357485867?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4482008057357485867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4482008057357485867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4482008057357485867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4482008057357485867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2011/01/rechtzaal-met-camera-dampende-keuken.html' title='Rechtzaal met camera = dampende keuken'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKpkmBkdeVM/TL3pPV0TdoI/AAAAAAAAJo0/qZ3pgdwc30U/s72-c/Wilders+Moszkowicz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1343093246816754073</id><published>2010-09-25T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T07:16:40.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welke kant gaan ze op?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://avalanche.web-log.nl/photos/uncategorized/2010/04/26/verkeersbord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://avalanche.web-log.nl/photos/uncategorized/2010/04/26/verkeersbord.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(26, 26, 26);   line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;"We staan op een kruispunt. Als de partij op het congres zegt: we willen dit, dan wordt gekozen voor een ande&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;re richting dan we de afgelopen honderd jaar hebben gevolgd."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Rob van Beeten, CDA Senator in &lt;a href="http://radio.tros.nl/?userPage=kamerbreed" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(19, 65, 126); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;TROS-Kamerbreed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1343093246816754073?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1343093246816754073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1343093246816754073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1343093246816754073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1343093246816754073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/welke-kant-gaan-ze-op.html' title='Welke kant gaan ze op?'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4552834695867115166</id><published>2010-09-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T07:31:45.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurreren is samenwerken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.trouw.nl/multimedia/dynamic/00227/Wijffels_jpg_227192b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.trouw.nl/multimedia/dynamic/00227/Wijffels_jpg_227192b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102);  line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;''Maxime Verhagen wil over rechts om te voorkomen dat nog meer kiezers overlopen naar de PVV. Om dat te voorkomen moet je met ze samenwerken', aldus Herman Wijffels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102);  line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102);  line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Bron: &lt;a href="http://www.nu.nl/politiek/2336831/harde-kritiek-wijffels-cda-top.html"&gt;nu.nl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-4552834695867115166?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4552834695867115166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4552834695867115166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4552834695867115166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4552834695867115166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/concurreren-is-samenwerken.html' title='Concurreren is samenwerken'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-605996734866566152</id><published>2010-09-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:45:59.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opstelten is op dreef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.volkskrant.nl/multimedia/archive/00193/opstelten_193538x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.volkskrant.nl/multimedia/archive/00193/opstelten_193538x.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102);  line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"We gaan de draad weer oppakken waar we hem ongeveer tien dagen geleden hebben laten vallen", aldus Opstelten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 102);  line-height: 15px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-605996734866566152?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/605996734866566152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=605996734866566152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/605996734866566152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/605996734866566152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/opstelten-is-op-dreef.html' title='Opstelten is op dreef'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-45675676679370351</id><published>2010-09-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:39:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine years later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sheikyermami.com/wp-content/uploads/wilders_legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 328px;" src="http://sheikyermami.com/wp-content/uploads/wilders_legend.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dus "NY and Sharia are incompatible"?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lees de hele speech van Wilders &lt;a href="http://www.geertwilders.nl/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=1712&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;hier&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/9088914577232892035-45675676679370351?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/45675676679370351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=45675676679370351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/45675676679370351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/45675676679370351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/nine-years-later.html' title='Nine years later'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6733478043508214824</id><published>2010-09-08T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:54:16.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Het is ook overal hetzelfde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s2.hbvl.be/imgpath/assets_img_gvl/2010/06/12/1152767/koningin-beatrix-benoemt-uri-rosenthal-tot-informateur_5_460x0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 313px;" src="http://s2.hbvl.be/imgpath/assets_img_gvl/2010/06/12/1152767/koningin-beatrix-benoemt-uri-rosenthal-tot-informateur_5_460x0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koning Albert vraagt advies over politieke impasse"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bron: &lt;a href="http://frontpage.fok.nl/nieuws/403493/1/1/100/koning-albert-vraagt-advies-over-politieke-impasse.html"&gt;foknieuws&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/9088914577232892035-6733478043508214824?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6733478043508214824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6733478043508214824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6733478043508214824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6733478043508214824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/het-is-ook-overal-hetzelfde.html' title='Het is ook overal hetzelfde'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5448240608573612698</id><published>2010-09-06T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:17:00.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilders + Ab Klink = niet zo avontuurlijk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.radionetherlands.nl/data/files/imagecache/must_carry/images/lead/010910%20Klink%20ANP-13676270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 330px;" src="http://cdn.radionetherlands.nl/data/files/imagecache/must_carry/images/lead/010910%20Klink%20ANP-13676270.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informateur Ivo Opstelten schrijft een verslag over het mislukken van de coalitie-onderhandelingen voor een rechts kabinet met gedoogsteun van de PVV.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"De partijen hebben onvoldoende vertrouwen om dit avontuur met elkaar aan te gaan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bron: &lt;a href="http://www.trouw.nl/nieuws/politiek/article3195332.ece/Opstelten_haalt_uit_naar_Ab_Klink.html"&gt;Trouw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9088914577232892035-5448240608573612698?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5448240608573612698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5448240608573612698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5448240608573612698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5448240608573612698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/wilders-ab-klink-niet-zo-avontuurlijk.html' title='Wilders + Ab Klink = niet zo avontuurlijk...'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4739142956489352758</id><published>2010-09-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:54:35.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another example...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emmaeverywhere.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sasha-and-malia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 316px;" src="http://emmaeverywhere.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sasha-and-malia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... van hoe blij ik ben dat ik niet nieuwsgierig ben naar hoe laat de dochter van Balkenende 's morgens opstaat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/08/31/sasha-malia-obama-white-house_n_700174.html"&gt;Hoe&lt;/a&gt; leven de meisjes in the White House?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9088914577232892035-4739142956489352758?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4739142956489352758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4739142956489352758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4739142956489352758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4739142956489352758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-another-example.html' title='Just another example...'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-9188923797936452009</id><published>2010-09-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:23:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeldspraak ten top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nieuwlaat.com/algemeen/images/algemeen/rvs%20deurklink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.nieuwlaat.com/algemeen/images/algemeen/rvs%20deurklink.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ab Klink gooit de deur dicht...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volop beeldspraak op &lt;a href="http://www.politieknieuws.nl/tabid/57/hmod/detail/cs/761/news_id/1045146681/default.aspx"&gt;politieknieuws.nl&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/9088914577232892035-9188923797936452009?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/9188923797936452009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=9188923797936452009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/9188923797936452009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/9188923797936452009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/09/beeldspraak-ten-top.html' title='Beeldspraak ten top'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1617354457933043563</id><published>2010-08-31T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:12:55.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geert goes international?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hans-brakhage.de/belgaraths-turmzimmer/assets/images/Thilo_Sarrazin_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 461px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.hans-brakhage.de/belgaraths-turmzimmer/assets/images/Thilo_Sarrazin_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Merkel zou beter zwijgen, ze heeft het boek niet eens gelezen." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thilo Sarrazin over Angela Merkel's kritiek op zijn islamofoob boek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bron: &lt;a href="http://www.express.be/joker/nl/brainflame/duitse-topbankier-jaagt-politieke-elite-op-stang-met-islamofoob-boek/131598.htm"&gt;www.express.be&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/9088914577232892035-1617354457933043563?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1617354457933043563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1617354457933043563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1617354457933043563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1617354457933043563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/08/geert-goes-international.html' title='Geert goes international?'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5602551263611500442</id><published>2010-08-30T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:52:48.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allochtonen.web-log.nl/allochtonen/images/2008/03/02/rita_verdonk_fok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 125px;" src="http://allochtonen.web-log.nl/allochtonen/images/2008/03/02/rita_verdonk_fok.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Een minderheidskabinet van CDA en VVD met gedoogsteun van de PVV is "een gedrocht".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Bron: &lt;a href="http://www.nu.nl/politiek/2321512/rita-verdonk-gaat.html"&gt;www.nu.nl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-5602551263611500442?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5602551263611500442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5602551263611500442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5602551263611500442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5602551263611500442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/08/never-ending-rita_30.html' title='Never Ending Rita'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1941727668737201249</id><published>2010-05-31T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T02:06:29.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Het gevaar en het systeem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.depers.nl/UserFiles/Image/2009/200908/20090816/wilders.rutte.425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://www.depers.nl/UserFiles/Image/2009/200908/20090816/wilders.rutte.425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cohen wil niet met Wilders, Rutte ziet het wel zitten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Het meest lastige van het Nederlandse politieke systeem lijkt het voorspellen van de coalitie. Wie wil er met wie regeren, en wie houdt zich opmerkelijk afzijdig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kunnen we niet gewoon naar de stembus gaan en daarna de mogelijkheden bespreken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rutte zegt niet met Wilders te flirten. Cohen wil gewoon "de boel bij elkaar houden".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volgens Wilders is Cohen "een gevaar voor de rechtsstaat". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maar is dat niet gewoon een logisch gevolg van ons hele systeem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rutte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertaining: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informing: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cohen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertaining: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informing: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilders:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertaining: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informing: 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nu.nl/nieuws/2258474/wilders-en-rutte-wijzen-kritiek-van-cohen-af.html"&gt;Meer info?&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/9088914577232892035-1941727668737201249?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1941727668737201249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1941727668737201249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1941727668737201249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1941727668737201249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/05/het-gevaar-en-het-systeem.html' title='Het gevaar en het systeem'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2875992174189732888</id><published>2010-05-31T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:56:42.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balkie gaat voor goud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://content.nlkiest.nl/tk2010/2010/03/bijleveld-anp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://content.nlkiest.nl/tk2010/2010/03/bijleveld-anp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maar wat als hij dit keer geen premier wordt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den Haag gaat er vanuit dat Balkenende vertrekt mocht hij geen premier worden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Het Gesprek werd duidelijk dat de nummer twee van het CDA Ank Bijleveld best bereid is de nummer één op te volgen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zelf zegt Balkenende niet zozeer bezig te zijn met de 'wat als vraag'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balkenende:&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining: 0&lt;br /&gt;Informing: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bijleveld:&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining: 0&lt;br /&gt;Informing: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/346ebms"&gt;Meer info?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-2875992174189732888?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2875992174189732888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2875992174189732888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2875992174189732888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2875992174189732888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/05/balkie-gaat-voor-goud.html' title='Balkie gaat voor goud...'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6538987186032900216</id><published>2010-05-31T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:47:50.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat Free Monday met Thieme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/news/media/images/Channel4/news/articles/15_meat_free_monday_g_k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://www.channel4.com/news/media/images/Channel4/news/articles/15_meat_free_monday_g_k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marianne Thieme (Partij voor de Dieren) heeft bekend gemaakt dat zij gaat samenwerken met Paul McCartney. Hij zette de Meat Free Monday op. Volgens McCartney heeft de partij van Thieme een voorbeeldfunctie voor de rest van de wereld..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ook Yoko Ono en Gwyneth Palthrow steunen de vleesvrije maandag van de ex-Beatle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wat is het vervolg? Marianne Thieme en McCartney in het Krasnapolski met een poster voor het raam van een oer-Nederlandse gehaktbal en een groot kruis erdoor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marianne Thieme:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertaining: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informing: 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/2uv5d52"&gt;Meer info?&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/9088914577232892035-6538987186032900216?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6538987186032900216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6538987186032900216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6538987186032900216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6538987186032900216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/05/meat-free-monday-met-thieme.html' title='Meat Free Monday met Thieme'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2148005157168372059</id><published>2010-05-31T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:40:57.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOS Journaal voor laag opgeleiden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://visuelegeletterdheid.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/nos-journaal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://visuelegeletterdheid.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/nos-journaal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/39d24ts"&gt;dit&lt;/a&gt; de manier om de kenniskloof te overbruggen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naast het alledaagse NOS journaal en het Journaal op 3 overweegt de NOS nu een speciaal journaal voor laag opgeleiden uit te zenden. De vraag is waar de grens precies ligt tussen mensen die de berichten van het NOS journaal niet begrijpen en mensen die er niet geïnteresseerd in zijn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot in hoeverre &lt;strong&gt;moeten &lt;/strong&gt;de media burgers dwingen om politieke kennis op te doen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is het jeugdjournaal niet informatief genoeg?&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/9088914577232892035-2148005157168372059?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2148005157168372059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2148005157168372059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2148005157168372059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2148005157168372059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/05/nos-journaal-voor-laag-opgeleiden.html' title='NOS Journaal voor laag opgeleiden'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8374847081603129325</id><published>2010-05-27T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:55:19.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since this blog hasn't been used for a year or so, it is time for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another title, another into, another picture, another background, another style and sometimes even... another language!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The campaigns for the national elections of the Netherlands started off last week. So beware for some inside info, tips and tricks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voor iedereen die 'door de borden het bos niet meer ziet'... (Flickr.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/324774449_d1a38adf9b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&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/9088914577232892035-8374847081603129325?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8374847081603129325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8374847081603129325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8374847081603129325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8374847081603129325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8020485104805381530</id><published>2009-11-30T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:00:25.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una pelota guatemalteca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SxPr6BloMiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4iGM9cF2_7o/s1600/CIMG3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409926959493296674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SxPr6BloMiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4iGM9cF2_7o/s320/CIMG3524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eres una pelota.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first thing she said when she touched my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The old lady missed her front teeth and couldn't walk properly anymore. I don't know if it was the dark and cold living room that gave me this weird feeling, or just the fact that I was visiting a shamman in Guatemala that touched my hand and said right away: &lt;em&gt;"you are just like a ball, bouncing on the earth".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always tried to avoid spiritual ways of thinking that could not fit into my perspective on the world. It may sound like 'taking the easy way out', and actually, it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the first sentence of this shamman, touched my soul so deeply that I don't even know what to think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half a year before the moment the shamman touched my hand I just got back from the United States. My friends asked me if I wanted to go and travel again. Of course I wanted that, but not at that very moment because &lt;em&gt;'I didn't want to become a bouncing ball that never stands&lt;/em&gt; still'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should keep bouncing, the world might look differently from up there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-8020485104805381530?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8020485104805381530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8020485104805381530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8020485104805381530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8020485104805381530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-pelota-guatemalteca.html' title='Una pelota guatemalteca'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SxPr6BloMiI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4iGM9cF2_7o/s72-c/CIMG3524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-206804956378234045</id><published>2009-09-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:51:06.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How entertaining is it actually?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at it a year after dedicating this name to my blog, how entertaining is life actually?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now forcing myself to come up with at least one aspect of life that is 'entertaining'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First problem; what is entertaining again? God, I really need to get back to Austin and get my ass into those soft office-like chairs again, to listen to Michael Barnes, explaining me what 'entertainment journalism' is again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I could go back to those good old days, wondering around in my sunny outfit on the campus of St. Edward's University, just wondering why I turned out to be the Dutch student studying at this wonderful campus full of nice people, blue skys, interesting classes, parties, roommates and above all; blogwriting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds pretty entertaining.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.students.stedwards.edu/ahayden/mainbuilding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.students.stedwards.edu/ahayden/mainbuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/9088914577232892035-206804956378234045?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/206804956378234045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=206804956378234045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/206804956378234045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/206804956378234045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-entertaining-is-it-actually.html' title='How entertaining is it actually?'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6064100310697701883</id><published>2009-09-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:28:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me write</title><content type='html'>Time for a change, time for a new template, time for new blogs! &lt;a href="http://beteronderwijsnederland.net/files/images/schrijven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://beteronderwijsnederland.net/files/images/schrijven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be ashamed for not writing anything on my blog since the moment my plane took off. I left Austin, TX, with this really satisfied feeling: I wrote, wrote and wrote. I developed writing skills and I used to be inspired to play with my computer keyboard every single day. The feeling of 'having to write' makes it - at least for some people - much more difficult to write. I used to think I was part of that group. Though, now that I got back to the Netherlands I haven't been writing anything since I don't 'have to' anymore. So please, make me write. Read my blog, offer some challenging comments that will make me 'having to write'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beteronderwijsnederland.net/files/images/schrijven.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6064100310697701883?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6064100310697701883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6064100310697701883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6064100310697701883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6064100310697701883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-me-write.html' title='Make me write'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8853799908394436408</id><published>2008-12-04T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:55:23.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch music in Austin part II: Driving with 'Guus Meeuwis'</title><content type='html'>The first day I arrived in Austin I got to know a Dutch man that lives in Austin. Actually, he turned out to be a far cousin. He and his wife are very warm and hospitable and they made me feel like home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was allowed to use his car for a couple of days, just to be able to visit some things I couldn't go to without having a car. Without thinking I turned on the music and guess what I heard. "Er is een nacht, die je normaal alleen in films ziet.." ("Some nights only exist in movies..") by Guus Meeuwis. I laughed so bad, that my friend sitting next to me had to tell me we had to turn right.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I hate this song, and not just a little, I deeply hate it. You know those clubs, where everybody is throwing beer at each other and is singing odd songs? This is one of those songs, those typically, stupid, easy songs.&lt;br /&gt;Though, hearing the song made me laugh. It made me realize how good it is to be somewhere else and to be able to laugh about things from your own country without missing them or without getting sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please laugh about this movie and realize, if you ever want to go to Holland, avoid &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra4-9pN6yXs"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-8853799908394436408?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8853799908394436408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8853799908394436408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8853799908394436408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8853799908394436408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/12/dutch-music-in-austin-part-ii-driving.html' title='Dutch music in Austin part II: Driving with &apos;Guus Meeuwis&apos;'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8754618513090705270</id><published>2008-12-04T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:53:41.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch music in Austin part I: Blof -- Oktober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.merchandisingdirect.com/bf/pages/images/20009528b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://www.merchandisingdirect.com/bf/pages/images/20009528b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dutch music was never my favourite. The language has so many rough sounds that I just couldn't call it romantic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, since I live in the United States I start to appreciate it more, it is one of the few ways through which I can hear my own language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blof is a band containing of four men; a singer, a bass, an electic guitar player and a keyboard player. Originally they all come from the same island in the south of The Netherlands, the same island as where I was born. Since my mom is really fascinated by their music, I started to listen to it when I was pretty young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blof produced a lot of albums, which are all very different but create the same atmosphere. They have a duet with the American band 'The Counting Crows' called 'Holiday in Spain' and they recorded a cd full of duets with people from every continent called 'Umoja'. Blof is going international but they stay local at the same time by recording songs about the island, the beach and the sea; their home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their last album is called Oktober, and released, yes, last October. Since my mom visited me in Austin at that time she gave me the album. Blof is planning on releasing another album in spring '09. 'Oktober' is a slow album with a lot of deep and thoughtfull texts, the perfect background album for serious conversations but also very relaxing. Although the music is repetitive, the lyrics are creative, sometimes even incomprehensible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite song of the album is called 'Eilanden' ('Islands').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eilanden in oceanen zijn lang niet zo eenzaam als wij,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eilanden komen weer samen, als de zeebodem breekt en verschuift,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laat me niet morgen pas lachen, maar vandaag."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Islands in oceans are not that lonesome,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Islands come together, as soon as the bottom of the sea breaks and moves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's not wait until tomorrow, I want to laugh today." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am leaving in eight days, I apply texts of every song I hear to my stay here. It may sound kinda sentimental, but that is actually how I feel about leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Eilanden' can be interpreted on both a small and large scale. Different islands in The Netherlands, but also, different islands on Earth, different parts of the world. They will come together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's not wait until tomorrow, I want to laugh today."&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I am going to enjoy my last days to their full extend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cTzVYbt3sw"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; you find short a video from Blof performing 'Eilanden'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9088914577232892035-8754618513090705270?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8754618513090705270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8754618513090705270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8754618513090705270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8754618513090705270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/12/dutch-music-in-austin-blof-oktober.html' title='Dutch music in Austin part I: Blof -- Oktober'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6627387730725625236</id><published>2008-11-30T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:38:07.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It dances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is like a feather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is like that sculpture called bird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my way back to Austin after a wonderful thanksgiving weekend with my friend, I realized how little things create happiness. How good it was to be the guest in a warm family and to be thankfull for everything I experience here. This little piece of nature got stuck on the window of our car and stayed there until we entered Austin. It symbolized our hapiness and the simplicity of simply being lucky. It symbolized how fragile memories are and how bad I want to keep them when I return to Europe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72a71dc380c9aea8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72a71dc380c9aea8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330103798%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D680B97135FD009C96365A5AA272FBD88D8228BA4.5D5EA606ACE02B69DFC880E5EC63B4F15ABF8845%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72a71dc380c9aea8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV2C30siIEWtGFMB5TzKpZs-Tvak&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72a71dc380c9aea8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330103798%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D680B97135FD009C96365A5AA272FBD88D8228BA4.5D5EA606ACE02B69DFC880E5EC63B4F15ABF8845%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72a71dc380c9aea8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV2C30siIEWtGFMB5TzKpZs-Tvak&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6627387730725625236?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=72a71dc380c9aea8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6627387730725625236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6627387730725625236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6627387730725625236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6627387730725625236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-thanksgiving.html' title='The end of thanksgiving'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7249234224829541136</id><published>2008-11-30T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:18:30.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy fingers on the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/STMdWgsW-bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kpTgqRywAQM/s1600-h/CIMG1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274591861151300018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/STMdWgsW-bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kpTgqRywAQM/s320/CIMG1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend had dreadlocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correction: my friend had green dreadlocks. Green, fuzzy, short and awesome dreadlocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yesterday, in less than an hour, they were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Am I going to look like a boy? What if my hair doesn't curl anymore when I cut it? And how short is it going to be anyway?" But from the moment she sat down on the chair at the haircutter she knew everything was going to be alright; no itchy hair anymore and she was looking forward to use normal shampoo again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the little brown and green sticks fell on the floor, one by one, they reminded me of the green, hairy and pointy fingers of The Grinch. The dreads were filled with memories from adventures far away and they wanted to hold on to my friend's head. No wonder the haircutter gave her a glass of wine in order to get rid of the pain they caused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, one day later, I noticed relief; healthy hair, natural curls and an amazing chocolate-brown color. We left the Grinch's fingers in the bin and started to build new memories that go along with a cheerful and lively haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Change is never bad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/9088914577232892035-7249234224829541136?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7249234224829541136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7249234224829541136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7249234224829541136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7249234224829541136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/fingers-of-hair-on-floor.html' title='Hairy fingers on the floor'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/STMdWgsW-bI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kpTgqRywAQM/s72-c/CIMG1889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-3420423094801515694</id><published>2008-11-25T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:58:03.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010: Sex and the City II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/features/mutts/blog/large_Sex%2520and%2520The%2520City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/features/mutts/blog/large_Sex%2520and%2520The%2520City.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit that sometimes, in the right place and at the right time, I appreciate harcore girly-movies. You know those nights when you planned to go out but it rains so badly that it makes you feel like staying home? On those nights, when you have some friends around, when you make some hot chocolate and sit down on the same place at the same couch until three in the morning. On those nights, I love Sex and the City. No complicated storylines, no complex personalities, just watch and shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the succes of Sex and the City the movie, Sarah Jessica Parker announced she is working on Sex and the City II, which will be out in 2010. Parker, who plays the famous character of Carrie Bradshaw, is working on the storyline of the movie. After an unexpected and chaotic wedding in the first movie, I wonder what the second is going to be like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably it will contain enough material for a dismissive friday night without any other plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-3420423094801515694?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/3420423094801515694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=3420423094801515694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3420423094801515694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3420423094801515694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/2010-sex-and-city-ii.html' title='2010: Sex and the City II'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-3131510011810544440</id><published>2008-11-25T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:22:48.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/03_03/slebsMS3103_468x548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/03_03/slebsMS3103_468x548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rehab. No excuses, no other difficulties or efforts; just go there and you'll become more famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like every celebrity that goes to rehab becomes more and more famous. They say 'negative promotion is promotion as well', which turns out to be true at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't seen ' Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew', you probably heard 'Rehab' from Amy Winehouse coming out of the speakers somewhere. Varying form Johny Depp, Kate Moss, Ben Affleck and Whitney Houston, to Billy Holiday, Robbie Williams, Elton John and Oliver Stone, they all visitited rehabilitation centers to either get rid of their addiction or to create a different impression of their image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What doesn't kill your image makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-3131510011810544440?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/3131510011810544440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=3131510011810544440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3131510011810544440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3131510011810544440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/rehab-what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you.html' title='Rehab: what doesn&apos;t kill you makes you stronger'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-437062609554540177</id><published>2008-11-24T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:34:31.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment trends part V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.trendhunter.com/images/phpthumbnails/19192_1_230.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://www.trendhunter.com/images/phpthumbnails/19192_1_230.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangs were girls things, are they heading to the boys side as well?&lt;br /&gt;Varying from 'Emo hairstyles' to the latest catwalks and from Chace Crawford to Ashton Kutcher, they are catched everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-437062609554540177?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/437062609554540177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=437062609554540177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/437062609554540177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/437062609554540177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/entertainment-trends-part-v.html' title='Entertainment trends part V'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1710219503327892435</id><published>2008-11-24T19:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:33:41.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment trends part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/designcenter/thinktank/ttap_music/images/ttap_music_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://www.adobe.com/designcenter/thinktank/ttap_music/images/ttap_music_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in American clubs becomes more American, music in European clubs becomes more European. After going out in both of these parts of the world, it seems that American clubs play a lot of hip-hop music and European clubs go for the clubby-disco trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1710219503327892435?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1710219503327892435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1710219503327892435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1710219503327892435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1710219503327892435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/entertainment-trends-part-iv.html' title='Entertainment trends part IV'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-3539785632487381582</id><published>2008-11-24T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:32:32.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment trends part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagesforum.doctissimo.fr/mesimages/4078552/Steve-Urkel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://imagesforum.doctissimo.fr/mesimages/4078552/Steve-Urkel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nerd look, sexy? After the catwalk and celebrities it is your turn to put on the suspenders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-3539785632487381582?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/3539785632487381582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=3539785632487381582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3539785632487381582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3539785632487381582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/entertainment-trends-part-iii.html' title='Entertainment trends part III'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7020136803150503128</id><published>2008-11-24T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:31:55.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment trends part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SStxpH0xf1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7AV_AgDkrgs/s1600-h/nerd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272432740056268626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SStxpH0xf1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7AV_AgDkrgs/s200/nerd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking around on campus this last month, I met three people wearing fake glasses; glasses without prescription, or even worse; without lenses at all. Although I feel like putting my finger in somebody's eye everytime I see them, just to check if they are real or fake, some people look pretty good wearing glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-7020136803150503128?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7020136803150503128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7020136803150503128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7020136803150503128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7020136803150503128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/entertainment-trends-part-ii.html' title='Entertainment trends part II'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SStxpH0xf1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7AV_AgDkrgs/s72-c/nerd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2488862171954594940</id><published>2008-11-24T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:30:53.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment trends part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ocw.mit.edu/NR/rdonlyres/Writing-and-Humanistic-Studies/21W-780Spring-2006/492A8DA0-EC52-4193-AD4F-5AA476D3D364/0/chp_cell_phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://ocw.mit.edu/NR/rdonlyres/Writing-and-Humanistic-Studies/21W-780Spring-2006/492A8DA0-EC52-4193-AD4F-5AA476D3D364/0/chp_cell_phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T9 in texting: just to make it easier. Did your fingers get sore because of typing messages? Join the trend of T9 (or, predictive typing). Your phone will recognize the words you type only by typing every button once. It takes a couples of messages to get used to it but it works, it is fast and efficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-2488862171954594940?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2488862171954594940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2488862171954594940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2488862171954594940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2488862171954594940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/entertainment-trends-part-i.html' title='Entertainment trends part I'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1093427882219246348</id><published>2008-11-24T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:26:33.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gnucitizen.org/images/125252891_e22f8e0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://www.gnucitizen.org/images/125252891_e22f8e0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought MSN, facebook, e-mail and text messages would be enough. Calling is too expensive, sending actual postcards takes a long time all the way to The Netherlands, but a couple of months ago I discovered Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype is able to do all the things I needed: it chats, it knows how to handle webcams and microphones, but it has two additional advantages: it calls and it is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the sound of somebody picking up an actual phone without knowing he or she just received a phonecall from the other side of the world. Surpise in their voice, happiness by hearing your voice and they are relieved not to sit behind a computer screen themselves.&lt;br /&gt;It works, it is fast and just costs 0.017 cents a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9088914577232892035-1093427882219246348?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1093427882219246348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1093427882219246348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1093427882219246348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1093427882219246348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4745701495553328014</id><published>2008-11-24T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:13:54.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multilingual dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SSreWSpqzqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZoUqJmg_ChA/s1600-h/dream.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272270788335685282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SSreWSpqzqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZoUqJmg_ChA/s320/dream.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever wondered in which language you dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I realized I dreamed in Spanish after studying for a Spanish presentation yesterday night. Although I started Spanish classes just one and a half year ago, I was able to say anything I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I don't even notice anymore if I dream in Dutch or English, but if the first word I say to my roommate in the morning is 'goedemorgen' instead of 'good morning', I know enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope my spanish dream skills will be reflected in my presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-4745701495553328014?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4745701495553328014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4745701495553328014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4745701495553328014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4745701495553328014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/multilingual-dreams.html' title='Multilingual dreams'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SSreWSpqzqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZoUqJmg_ChA/s72-c/dream.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5038403323965199942</id><published>2008-11-23T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:13:43.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about an old-fashioned weekend at home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/MarijkeHielkema/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/MarijkeHielkema/home-sweet-home-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought they didn´t exist for twenty years old girls anymore, relaxing weekends at home, but they do. Even now that I am studying abroad I felt it; going home for the weekend and let mommy take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend me and my friend went to Houston to visit the parents of our other friend. Although I almost forgot what it feels like to come home, to relax and just plan to do nothing, I really enjoyed it. I am not even tired on this sunday afternoon, which normally is my lazy day after a weekend of going out, visiting friends, doing homework and get the least amount of sleep as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house, covered in unimaginable colors that make it look like a comfortable rainbow shared by a warm and hospitable family. A mom that loves to cook for her guests and that asks them questions until she gets to know them better. A mom, just like mine, that takes care of everybody and that wants other people to at feel home in her personal rainbow. Not a problem at all - even for people from the other side of the world - to feel at home during the weekend by watching movies, eating home-made food and simply by sharing time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-5038403323965199942?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5038403323965199942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5038403323965199942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5038403323965199942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5038403323965199942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-about-old-fashioned-girls-weekend.html' title='What about an old-fashioned weekend at home?'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6507481316131792024</id><published>2008-11-20T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:02:46.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An afternoon in the Austin AmericanStatesman newsroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/-/blog/logo_AustinAmericanStatesman2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://my.barackobama.com/page/-/blog/logo_AustinAmericanStatesman2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/-/blog/logo_AustinAmericanStatesman2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you imagine how many people are working for "The newspaper of mid-Texas"? What their office looks like on the inside and which departments are located in the newsroom? Since yesterday afternoon, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was too early for my 1 p.m. appointment with my professor that works at the Statesman, I wondered around on the Statesman campus. The enormous trucks intrigued me and the building was overwhelmingly big and white, which made me wonder if the inside looked that crisp and clear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten minutes I decided to walk to the main entrance and to get into the security department in order to get a guest card, guest card number 11.&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting on one of the couches at the main entrance I finally felt like I had a role in this new and for me unknown building. The pen of the women sitting next to me stopped working while she needed to write down a phone number. I offered her one of my pens and told her she could keep it.  Afterwards we started talking about her career. She worked at the Statesman years ago, in the old Austin American Statesman building downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shiny black floor and comfortable brown couch gave me a hospitable feeling looking forward to this afternoon. As soon as my professor entered the building with a big smile on his face I knew I was on the right place at the right time. This was going to be an informative and friendly afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about the size of both the printing machines and the newsroom I concluded the desks in the newsroom did not look that crisp and clear as the building did from the outside, they looked rather fascinating; notes, papers, pens, cd's, pictures, everything a newsroom needs was there. I enjoyed my time observing, wondering and experiencing things all these different kinds of journalists did during their daily job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the newsroom I felt less like an outsider, looking at those inhuman trucks again, wondering if the stories in the newspaper tomorrow will be edited with my good old pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6507481316131792024?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6507481316131792024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6507481316131792024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6507481316131792024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6507481316131792024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/afternoon-in-austin-americanstatesman.html' title='An afternoon in the Austin AmericanStatesman newsroom'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2323865212729785628</id><published>2008-11-19T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:36:11.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Muse Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/1522216704_109e158ba0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/1522216704_109e158ba0.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this semester I probably drove by this place around twenty times, though, I never noticed this cozy cafe full of laptops, homework and coffee or tea-drinking people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me a while to find it, even when my friend parked her car right in front of the little, white, wooden building. The building has no obvious entrance sign or billboard outside and doesn't look like a coffeehouse at all, except for the enormous coffee cup sticking out of the wall on the right side of the building. The only billboard they have is a little rectangular red sign hanging over the road without any lights on it, which makes it easy to miss during evenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, discovering this relaxing homework place was quite a relief for someone who finds it difficult to stay concentrated in her own room. The silent atmosphere in Green Muse puts you in a homework-mood immediately; everybody seems concentrated, but relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The colors in the cafe are well-chosen and every little detail fits together. Although the chairs are not exactly the same, they fit like brothers and sisters. The mostly lightbrown, darkbrown and black entourage of the cafe is decorated by art that features coffee promotions from around the sixties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sipping my vanilla tea, I felt the inspiration coming and I was able to do homework and have an interesting conversation with my friends at the same time. Around 11.30 p.m. we returned to campus feeling satisfied. Homework was done, we had a great evening, we got to know each other better: we achieved our goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-2323865212729785628?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2323865212729785628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2323865212729785628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2323865212729785628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2323865212729785628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-muse-cafe.html' title='Green Muse Cafe'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7971813208322722000</id><published>2008-11-18T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:04:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinterklaas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://umongo.com/gratitude/sinterklaas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 285px; height: 340px;" alt="" src="http://umongo.com/gratitude/sinterklaas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it may sound familiar because it sounds like 'Santa Claus', you probably don't know him. This is the guy that gives presents to Dutch (and German) kids on the 5th of December, which is his own birthday. He dresses up in a red dress with gold and yellow accents and he has a big hat that points to the sky. He is the man I dreamed of for the first seven years of my life, my hero, the one that made me look forward to December 5th every year. Though, when I turned eight I discovered the worst thing in my eight years of life: he was fake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could they make me believe this was real? A man on a white horse that rode on our roofs to throw presents in the chimney sounded pretty acceptable. How could they eat the carrots and sugar themselves when I thought the horse of Sinterklaas ate them? My parents were liars..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, thirteen years later, I opened mailbox 274 at St. Edward's University, and what did I find? A little present packed in red and yellow paper, with a little poem written by my friend. After all these years, we all know Sinterklaas doesn't exist, but the happy feeling I got in the first seven years of my life during this time of the year certainly returned.&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/9088914577232892035-7971813208322722000?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7971813208322722000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7971813208322722000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7971813208322722000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7971813208322722000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/sinterklaas.html' title='Sinterklaas'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6559279343924170516</id><published>2008-11-18T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:37:34.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freedomlab.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://www.freedomlab.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could call it an identity crisis, although that sounds a little too depressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I had to interview one of the Sisters of the Holy Cross for the university newspaper 'Hilltop Views'. She told me that anywhere she goes, she always considers herself as a 'member of the Holy Cross'. That sentence describes her whole life, here hapiness and sadness, her meaning of 'to be'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting and in-depth conversation I had with this Sister made me wonder what I would consider myself now that I study here. How can I define myself in just one word or one sentence? I could call myself curious, but that description certainly ignores some other parts of me. I could call myself a European person, but actually I am not that affiliated with just one part of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dilema, dilema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am just too young to know what I am on both the inside and the outside, to find the consensus between how I grew up and what I would like to become. Is this a symptom of the aftermath of puberty or a mental signal people have when they go abroad for a long time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6559279343924170516?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6559279343924170516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6559279343924170516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6559279343924170516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6559279343924170516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1665533358088776207</id><published>2008-11-15T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:43:40.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Songs in November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://altopower.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/christmas-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://altopower.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/christmas-music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling they create, the lyrics and the melodies. They make me feel like buying christmas presents a month too early and like buying dresses to dance in on December 26 at the annual christmas ball. A tree with countless candles, christmas meals and people around you that make you feel good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year is different. I beg all radio stations around Austin to stop broadcasting christmas songs until December 12. They just make me feel like I have to go home tomorrow to enjoy a christmas meal at the table I sit at year after year, christmas after christmas. They remind me of the fact that I won't be able to study here for another half a year, that I have to say goodbye to those wonderful people I met, that I have to say goodbye to fall 2008 in Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please stop those christmas songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1665533358088776207?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1665533358088776207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1665533358088776207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1665533358088776207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1665533358088776207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-songs-in-november.html' title='Christmas Songs in November'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8372632078042923228</id><published>2008-11-15T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:24:14.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support at Southside Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.insiderpages.com/photos/business/full/705/3722000705/21217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://www.insiderpages.com/photos/business/full/705/3722000705/21217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine your best friend is pregnant and is about to give birth on this very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your instinct tells you you have to stay calm. Give her your hand, let her say, scream or shout anything she wants without you saying anything back. Pinch her hand twice a minute just to let her know you are there. Have a little wet towel in your other hand in case she starts to swet too much and whipe her tears away whenever needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is exactly how I felt last week at Southside Tattoo on South Congress: my friend was getting a tattoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before she got the actual tattoo, the tattoist painted the picture on a little white paper. As soon as he finished I saw her face reflecting fear: the moment was there. She had to lay down on the bed, the hard, white, disinfected bed. The sound of the ink getting into her pores was vexatious, it got onto my nerves and I started swetting myself. We started to squeeze each other's hand even stronger. After half an hour the more than annoying sound finished and we realized the tattoo was done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relievement, silence and black ink all over her body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I realized my other friend came with us to get a tattoo as well. Wanting me to stand by her, to be her towel, tear and hand-squeeze assistent. Of course I insisted, trying to act if I didn't feel anything seeing them suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-8372632078042923228?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8372632078042923228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8372632078042923228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8372632078042923228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8372632078042923228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/support-at-southside-tattoo.html' title='Support at Southside Tattoo'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-398375056988620136</id><published>2008-11-11T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:20:25.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Television hypes don't always cross the border: Project Runway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://burslifechangingblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/project-runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://burslifechangingblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/project-runway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought is was a joke, you all couldn't be serious, but, to my biggest surprise, you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys seriously all knew which person from Project Runway designed which dress in which episode and on which day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It secretly made me giggle during class but luckily I was able to hide that behind my bag. Namely, it is much more easier to explain why I thought that was funny now that I can choose my words carefully and thoughtfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In The Netherlands we have Project Runway too. But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only times I watch it or hear it is when I am either competely bored or when I need some background noise while doing homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a twenty years old girl I would even feel kind of embarrased to admit I watched it once just to check it out. These dramakings and queens may create beautiful designs but I have difficulties not to approach this program as just another form of competition on television that is exagerrated in every little detail, another version of American Idol in which they don't test their singing skills but their designing skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly can't imagine what would happen in my classroom in Amsterdam, as soon as my male teacher would say he exactly reminds what Christian Siriano designed in Februari 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-398375056988620136?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/398375056988620136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=398375056988620136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/398375056988620136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/398375056988620136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/television-hypes-dont-always-cross.html' title='Television hypes don&apos;t always cross the border: Project Runway'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7533563323555254620</id><published>2008-11-11T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:56:51.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Sisters -- Theatre Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://script.vtheatre.net/images/smallchekhov.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://script.vtheatre.net/images/smallchekhov.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I needed to interview one of the players of 'The Three Sisters' in Mary Moody Northern Theatre on the St. Edwards campus. I was priviledged to attend one of their rehearsals, which made me looking forward to the actual performances. I certainly recommend you all to go and see this piece of art performed by 10 students and two professional actors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The Three Sisters' is about a family that lives in a little village in Russia. The dream of the family is to go back to Russia, to the place where their lives began. Watching this wish developing, relationships between the characters grow, break, evolve and establish their family bond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The play, originally written by Anton Chekhov and now directed by Sheila Gordon promises just as much recognizable seriousness that takes place in families as fun that feeds a strong family-bond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The Three Sisters' will be performed from November 13 until November 23 on saturday nights and sunday afternoons. Find more information about this play and Mary Moody Northern Theatre &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/5hhban"&gt;here.&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/9088914577232892035-7533563323555254620?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7533563323555254620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7533563323555254620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7533563323555254620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7533563323555254620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-sisters-theatre-preview.html' title='The Three Sisters -- Theatre Preview'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1910748022757422965</id><published>2008-11-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:03:31.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krause Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wildwoodchapel.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/campfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://www.wildwoodchapel.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/campfire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping itself is a pretty weird phenomenon. We escape our daily, comfortable and luxurous lives in order to sleep in tents and to look for firewood; in order to go back to basics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to Krause Springs to camp with ten friends. Although it was only half an hour away from Austin, I felt like I was miles away from my daily life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We swam in a natural spring that had a romantic little waterfall and a rope from which we could jump into the water. The fact that the water was really cold at this time of the year could not keep us from enjoying our ability to become one with the nature around us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women prepared dinner and men looked for firewood. Instinctively everybody knew what to do and how to do it. Apparently mother nature did a pretty good job feeding us with practical experience. As soon as the fire lighted orange and yellow and heated or cold bodies until our faces started to glow, the first hot-dogs were put on the sticks: ready to be roasted and eated by ten hungry but satisfied students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this morning wasn't as warm and comfortable as waking up in East Hall 148, but it was twice as natural, three times as cosy and, this I heard ten times: Let's stay another night.&lt;/div&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/9088914577232892035-1910748022757422965?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1910748022757422965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1910748022757422965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1910748022757422965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1910748022757422965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/krause-springs.html' title='Krause Springs'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5749193664660086172</id><published>2008-11-06T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:54:29.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama all over the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SRNLBibokXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5-6JKOGCmOc/s1600-h/Obbema_Yes_We_Can%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265634879120904562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SRNLBibokXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5-6JKOGCmOc/s320/Obbema_Yes_We_Can%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally as well as in the media, I found that Obama is famous all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night, 10 P.M. in Austin, 5 A.M. in The Netherlands, I called my parents. Sometimes when I am really excited the only possibility is calling my parents. Of course I knew they were quite involved in the 2008 presidential elections in America, but their reaction surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hello, this is Leo Lemsom...." (Sounds sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;" Dad, he won! Obama won!"&lt;br /&gt;" YEEEAAAH! I can't believe it, thank you so much for calling!"&lt;br /&gt;(Mom, on the background:) " Thanks kid, I set my alarmclock at 5.30 in the morning, to watch the news about the outcome, but now I know it already!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, you sound really awake now.."&lt;br /&gt;"We are going to watch the news right now, have fun over there"&lt;br /&gt;Beep..Beep..Beep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they didn't talk to me for more than two weeks, they were more excited about the elections than about hearing my voice, pretty impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found this article on the internet. It is an article from an 'Friese' (a department of The Netherlands) newspaper saying that Obama is in the family tree of a Fries guy. Explaining this by the fact that the name 'Obama' developed out of the name 'Obbema', which is a Dutch name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, people are really interested in American politics and and they want to be as close to him as possible. Just think about the influence this election had on people all over the world. It makes you feel thankful you were able to experience this historical moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-5749193664660086172?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5749193664660086172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5749193664660086172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5749193664660086172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5749193664660086172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-all-over-world.html' title='Obama all over the world'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SRNLBibokXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5-6JKOGCmOc/s72-c/Obbema_Yes_We_Can%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1014439434108448096</id><published>2008-11-06T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:39:45.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, it is over and we are fine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://goatmilk.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/obama-mlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://goatmilk.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/obama-mlk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries, no excitement about who is going to win anymore, no stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like America is taking its time to recover from the time before the elections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world realizes how beautiful it is that Martin Luther King's daughter is able to experience this happening. It shows how America changed and how it will be able to change in the coming years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in Austin I feel the relievement of a lot of students that were anxious of the unexpected to happen. But it is over, and after recovering from the stress we had, we are more than ready for 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1014439434108448096?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1014439434108448096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1014439434108448096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1014439434108448096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1014439434108448096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/breathe-it-is-over-and-we-are-fine.html' title='Breathe, it is over and we are fine..'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1659190713856543539</id><published>2008-11-04T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:24:53.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama won the elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.getreligion.org/wp-content/photos/small_obama_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://www.getreligion.org/wp-content/photos/small_obama_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this very moment I'm bouncing in front of my laptop to let you all know: Barack Obama won the elections!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited about it and ready to experience a democratic spark of America starting in 2009, that will be reflected in the whole world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/9088914577232892035-1659190713856543539?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1659190713856543539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1659190713856543539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1659190713856543539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1659190713856543539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-won-elections.html' title='Obama won the elections'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5635020874925043368</id><published>2008-11-04T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:34:47.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kissmygumbo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://www.kissmygumbo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/vote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I realized today when I turned on my laptop was the date: November 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am not allowed to vote myself, I would like to encourage everyone to vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is going to be a night that will make history. Be proud to be able to experience this memorable night yourself and be sure you are a part of it by giving your own opinion, by showing your own voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Image reading your grandchildren their history books, what are you going to say if they ask who you voted for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you need some re-assurance about who to vote for, please check &lt;a href="http://www.iftheworldcouldvote.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site to get to know about the preferences of not only citizens from your own country, but of citizens all over the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking distance eases decision making.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9088914577232892035-5635020874925043368?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5635020874925043368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5635020874925043368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5635020874925043368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5635020874925043368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5495011981462231010</id><published>2008-11-04T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:18:01.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The earth is breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fizyka.phys.put.poznan.pl/~pieransk/Physics%20Around%20Us/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://fizyka.phys.put.poznan.pl/~pieransk/Physics%20Around%20Us/Rain%20drops%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, 9 A.M. I walked outside to make my way to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't call it rain, the drops weren't even tangible, and it lasted for less than five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, have you noticed the smell it created?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The almost asthmatic earth was giving us a sign: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, I can breath again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-5495011981462231010?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5495011981462231010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5495011981462231010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5495011981462231010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5495011981462231010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/earth-is-breathing.html' title='The earth is breathing'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8475297205773138860</id><published>2008-11-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:59:55.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Halloween hair-cut Mister Busdriver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.memphisflyer.com/binary/d8ca35ad/elvis-presley-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://www.memphisflyer.com/binary/d8ca35ad/elvis-presley-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mister Busdriver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hereby my friends and I would like to apologize about yesterday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being dressed up ourselves made us assume everybody around us was dressed up as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, we couldn't help the fact that we had never seen you before, so that we didn't know your hair looks like Elvis everyday. We just thought we did a pretty good job recognizing the personality you wanted to be for Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are sincerely sorry if our remark about your Halloween hair-cut influenced your mood in any way. Actually we thought you did a really good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marloes Lemsom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-8475297205773138860?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8475297205773138860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8475297205773138860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8475297205773138860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8475297205773138860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/awkward-halloween-hair-cut-mister.html' title='Awkward Halloween hair-cut Mister Busdriver'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-263290455761769088</id><published>2008-11-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:14:58.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween: The day after</title><content type='html'>My expectations were incredibly wrong: I thought people would try to scare me all the time by showing their bloody faces and creepy costumes. Though, they made me laugh. All these people gathered around 6th street yesterday night, they made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The way they looked, they way they were dressed, from not even 1 year olds to a 85 years old lady in a wheelchair. I thought it was supposed to be frightful, but all these different kinds of people made my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-263290455761769088?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/263290455761769088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=263290455761769088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/263290455761769088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/263290455761769088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-day-after.html' title='Halloween: The day after'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-3976875003398945714</id><published>2008-10-31T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:40:01.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween: The night before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.frugallawstudent.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://www.frugallawstudent.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hereby I present myself as the Beginner, the Entry, the Novice and Tyro of Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't blame me if I 'Boo' you in an inappropriate way or place. Please act like you are scared when you see me in a costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first time of Halloween starts today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/9088914577232892035-3976875003398945714?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/3976875003398945714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=3976875003398945714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3976875003398945714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3976875003398945714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween: The night before'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1828213187204060387</id><published>2008-10-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:55:45.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Austin: Inaugural Season Opener Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SQiEibL-fUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8nIKh3txnow/s1600-h/spitze.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262601891530833218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SQiEibL-fUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8nIKh3txnow/s320/spitze.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liminal Glam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This choreography wasn't only about the combination; the entourage, the music, the costumes and particularly the light was a big part of it. The light created a web on the floor, which was the energy field during the whole show. The web became smaller when dancers left the stage and became bigger when more dancers entered the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A curtain was situated at the back of the stage, through which dancers entered and left the stage. The curtain reflected wonderful shadows and created a mysterious atmosphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A central theme in the music was the sound of a clock. The first word of the title was represented by these two aspects: liminal means treshold. Going in and out in combination with the sound of a clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The glamour part of the title was certainly represented by the costumes of both the male and female dancers. Costumes designed by Susan Branch had a glamorous touch. They looked soft and smooth but actually they were made of very stiff material. The colors of the costumes and the light fit together in every little detail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this choreography was abstract, it contained a very clear beginning and end. Because of the fact that the duo-parts represented a big part of the show, it seemed easier to get an actual story-line out of this detailed and glamorous piece of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1828213187204060387?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1828213187204060387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1828213187204060387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1828213187204060387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1828213187204060387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/ballet-austin-inaugural-season-opener_29.html' title='Ballet Austin: Inaugural Season Opener Part III'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SQiEibL-fUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8nIKh3txnow/s72-c/spitze.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8824019392526047189</id><published>2008-10-29T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:44:10.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboyhat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_186/119002138218GJtp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_186/119002138218GJtp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wear it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is unbelievable, this Dutchie finally bought a cowboyhat, now I am one of you guys..&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/9088914577232892035-8824019392526047189?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8824019392526047189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8824019392526047189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8824019392526047189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8824019392526047189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/cowboyhat.html' title='Cowboyhat'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1502513428156874994</id><published>2008-10-27T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:32:30.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Austin: Inaugural Season Opener Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.physicaltv.com.au/ftproot/images/smaller%20What%20I%20Did%20On%20My%20Nervous%20Breakdown%20-%201st%20300%20dpi%20black%20&amp;amp;%20white%20photo%20by%20Dominika%20Ferenz%20(c)%202002%20The%20Physicial%20TV%20Company%20Pty%20Ltd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://www.physicaltv.com.au/ftproot/images/smaller%20What%20I%20Did%20On%20My%20Nervous%20Breakdown%20-%201st%20300%20dpi%20black%20&amp;amp;%20white%20photo%20by%20Dominika%20Ferenz%20(c)%202002%20The%20Physicial%20TV%20Company%20Pty%20Ltd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clear as it may be, this choreography consists of different parts. These parts fit to one another as if it covers one era broken up by particular events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could have been the group as a whole, it could have been the couples, it could have been the contradiction represented by the dancers by wearing black and white suits. The seperate details of this show impressed me as if they were absorbing my attention in order to make their point towards the world. Although the story it represented was abstract, watching this choreography puts you in a little black and white box from which you feel you are able to get the specific meanings of every movement out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How simple it may seem to get a story out of abstract and intricate movements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1502513428156874994?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1502513428156874994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1502513428156874994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1502513428156874994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1502513428156874994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/ballet-austin-inaugural-season-opener_27.html' title='Ballet Austin: Inaugural Season Opener Part II'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6500658385965507323</id><published>2008-10-26T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:14:58.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Austin: Inaugural Season Opener Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.movieactors.com/photos-50/sinatra.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://www.movieactors.com/photos-50/sinatra.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ballet Austin opened its season this weekend in the Dell Hall in the Long Center of Performing Arts in Austin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the show I saw today, this season is going to offer a lot of variety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show contained three parts. The one combination I keep repeating in my head is 'Nine Frank Sinatra Songs'. Although titles of choreographies are often figurative, this one was literally true and surprisingly special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The performance started with a shiny disco ball that lightned the whole hall in all kinds of colors, which created the exact right atmosphere; suits, ties, hats, high heels and colorful dresses. Both the choreography and the facial expressions of the dancers didn't only represent the melodies but also the lyrics of the songs in every little detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figuring nine songs from Frank Sinatra, like 'Something Stupid' and 'That's Life', it came to an end with 'My Way'. Showing how every single dancer represented this thoughtful, stylish and rythmic version of Sinatra in his or her very own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/9088914577232892035-6500658385965507323?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6500658385965507323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6500658385965507323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6500658385965507323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6500658385965507323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/ballet-austin-inaugural-season-opener.html' title='Ballet Austin: Inaugural Season Opener Part I'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6947093675511420101</id><published>2008-10-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:22:10.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled by technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mobilecowboys.nl/images/upload/1128130496RingtonePhone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://www.mobilecowboys.nl/images/upload/1128130496RingtonePhone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although in general I am pretty punctual, I always lose my keys at the most inconvient times and I can never find the most ordinary and daily things at times I really need them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish everything was a cell phone, but without a voicemail please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'This is the voicemail of your keys, if you want to know where we are please leave a message after the beep" would be even more annoying.&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/9088914577232892035-6947093675511420101?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6947093675511420101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6947093675511420101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6947093675511420101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6947093675511420101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/spoiled-by-technology.html' title='Spoiled by technology'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7478182793950909702</id><published>2008-10-24T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:46:10.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting is cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.willisms.com/archives/ivotedsticker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://www.willisms.com/archives/ivotedsticker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plymouthrockbiblechurch.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/WindowsLiveWriter/ImportanceofVoting_120CA/vote%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voting isn't only a right, a priviledge and a democratic pride, I think voting is pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember voting for the first time a couple of years ago in The Netherlands. A voice in my head screamed all day "You are going to vote tonight!", which felt pretty mature for a just 18-years old girl.&lt;br /&gt;Although you may think your vote doesn't really count or you find it difficult to make a final decision, please vote. It will make you feel priviledged, it will make you appreciate the fact that you live in a democratic country and it will make you proud: you have a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, don't you think that walking around the whole day with a sticker saying 'I voted' on your chest looks pretty mature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had the right to vote here. Can I borrow your sticker, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-7478182793950909702?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7478182793950909702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7478182793950909702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7478182793950909702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7478182793950909702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/voting-is-cool.html' title='Voting is cool'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8756488890162442799</id><published>2008-10-22T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:16:27.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy debute of the Presidential Candidates</title><content type='html'>"This campaign needed the common touch of a working man. After all it began so long ago with the arrival of a man known due to Oprah Winfrey as 'The One'. Being a friend and collegue of Barack, I just call him 'That One', he doesn't mind at all. In fact, he even has a pet-name for me: George Bush." &lt;em&gt;- John McCain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I am especially glad to be here tonight with my distinguished opponend, Senator John McCain. I think it is a tribute to American democracy that with two weeks left in a hard fought election, the two of us could come together and sit down at the same dinner table without any preconditions." &lt;em&gt;- Barack Obama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was send here by my father to safe the planet 'Earth'. I got my name, Barack, from my father. And as many of you do not know, Barack is actually Swahili for 'That One'. &lt;em&gt;- Barack Obama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch, laugh and wonder about John McCain and Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/irXS4Q7mUKQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/irXS4Q7mUKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWQ9B2mRplQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VWQ9B2mRplQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/9088914577232892035-8756488890162442799?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8756488890162442799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8756488890162442799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8756488890162442799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8756488890162442799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/comedy-debute-of-presidential.html' title='Comedy debute of the Presidential Candidates'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7358219805349787560</id><published>2008-10-21T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:47:00.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Travis: Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SP4uJMu6HqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fyLLIM-y5xU/s1600-h/oasis+lake+travis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259692150386990754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SP4uJMu6HqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fyLLIM-y5xU/s320/oasis+lake+travis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.citysearch.net/profile/df/ff/10220942p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving my family around Austin I definitely wanted to show them Lake Travis and particularly restaurant Oasis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oasis-austin.com/"&gt;Oasis&lt;/a&gt; is a restaurant located on a hill in front of the snake-shaped Lake Travis. Driving all the way to the west part of Austin I found, first of all, a lot of mountains that reminded me of France. The amount of green trees on the hills, the blue sky and the sun shedding light on every little detail made me not only enjoy Austin as a city but also the beautifull nature Austin should definitely be proud of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I sat down at Oasis I felt the calmness taking over the experience. Watching the sun moving on top of the hills and shining on the lake I knew I was at the right place on the right time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oasis calls itself the &lt;em&gt;'Sunset Capitol of Texas'&lt;/em&gt; which I cannot even negate using one single argument. Watching the sunset while enjoying one of the greatest views of Austin I surely showed my family one of the most beautiful places of this city.&lt;/div&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/9088914577232892035-7358219805349787560?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7358219805349787560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7358219805349787560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7358219805349787560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7358219805349787560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/lake-travis-oasis.html' title='Lake Travis: Oasis'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SP4uJMu6HqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fyLLIM-y5xU/s72-c/oasis+lake+travis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-553615313324501322</id><published>2008-10-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:42:32.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Congress Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SP4qfuTmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/n2ZLlErknNo/s1600-h/photo_dinner_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259688139309859746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SP4qfuTmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/n2ZLlErknNo/s200/photo_dinner_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of South Congress Avenue, the characteristic and somewhat chaotic street that is located as if it is the middle bone of the skeleton of Austin, Tx, you find South Congress Cafe; a restaurant that doesn't fit its name, neither its location. But leaving those aspects out of account the restaurant serves terrificly creative &lt;a href="http://www.southcongresscafe.com/menu.asp"&gt;menus&lt;/a&gt; served with a slice of modern-and-tasty atmosphere bread. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eating in a restaurant that looks really up to date and cared for feels even more luxurous when you are located between a lot of vintage and second hand stores. Although the prices are not too high, the atmosphere the restaurant creates is translated into a lot of special dishes that sound neat without even tasting them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you find a couple of dishes I tried myself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pesto Goat Cheese Bruschetta&lt;/em&gt;: Being a big fan of both goat cheese and pesto I just had to try this. Although you need to spread the goat cheese on the bruschettas yourself, the plate looks really pretty and above all: the taste is perfect, not too strong, not too light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very Bleu Salad&lt;/em&gt;: Indeed, this salad was very bleu. In case you don't like blue cheese: don't pick this one. In case you like blue cheese as much as I do: eat it, enjoy it and get this overload of blue cheese untill you can't even see it anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chipotle Shrimp Quesadilla&lt;/em&gt;: I just need a couple of words here: shrimp, quesadilla, hot, hot, hot, but: excellent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crab Enchiladas&lt;/em&gt;: Although I found the taste of crab a little overwhelming I need to compliment the chef again. &lt;/p&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/9088914577232892035-553615313324501322?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/553615313324501322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=553615313324501322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/553615313324501322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/553615313324501322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/south-congress-cafe.html' title='South Congress Cafe'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SP4qfuTmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/n2ZLlErknNo/s72-c/photo_dinner_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2973014459607515251</id><published>2008-10-21T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:45:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Movie Festival: Wendy &amp; Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filmforum.org/films/wendy/W&amp;amp;L_stick_resizesm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.filmforum.org/films/wendy/W&amp;amp;L_stick_resizesm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The importance of economic decisions are a central theme in this movie. A young women looking for a job faces problems that will become crucial for the way things are working out. Losing her car diminishes her ability to be mobile. Especially when she loses her dog that actually is her friend and life-partner her inability to both pay and move become decisive.&lt;br /&gt;The end shows how economic problems can affect the way you treat your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit Austin Movie Festival until October twenty-third at several cinemas in Austin, Tx. Here you find the &lt;a href="http://aff.bside.com/2008/schedule"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-2973014459607515251?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2973014459607515251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2973014459607515251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2973014459607515251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2973014459607515251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/austin-movie-festival-wendy-lucy.html' title='Austin Movie Festival: Wendy &amp; Lucy'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1254259833090177988</id><published>2008-10-20T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:55:26.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of Torment: The human chain broke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hauntedhouseonline.com/members/1757/105B3CFE-55D4-6025-77EFAB9389E8F703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.hauntedhouseonline.com/members/1757/105B3CFE-55D4-6025-77EFAB9389E8F703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the few advantages of being a short person is the ability to hide. Since my eyes were totally focused on anything unexpected that could happen in front of me, I was glad I found a tall guy standing behind me to alert, calm or pacify me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of frightful but seemingly safe minutes I felt some inhuman pufs reaching my neck and merciless shouts numbing my sense of hearing. I knew something was wrong. The human chain broke. The tall guy-little girl chain broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I saw his posture reflecting agony. He was slouching all the way down in order to look smaller and more fragile. Obviously, small people wish they were taller to look tougher, whereas tall people wish they were smaller in order to look more fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end we all converged by a shiny, black hearse that was parked in front of the House of Torment, reminding us of how similar people are. Tall or short, brave or fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1254259833090177988?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1254259833090177988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1254259833090177988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1254259833090177988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1254259833090177988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-of-torment-chain-broke.html' title='The House of Torment: The human chain broke'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1909638753025835577</id><published>2008-10-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:06:47.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.airport-technology.com/projects/austin/images/5-austin-bergstrom-airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.airport-technology.com/projects/austin/images/5-austin-bergstrom-airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first two months of my stay flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped my mom and sister off on the airport and I realized I am on the exact half of my stay in the United States today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one side I hope time will fly again so that I will see my family during christmas to tell them all my American adventures. On the other, I wish  somebody could stop the clock from ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this second half at least as good as the first, I'm ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1909638753025835577?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1909638753025835577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1909638753025835577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1909638753025835577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1909638753025835577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1369245059208470055</id><published>2008-10-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:33:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential candidates changed ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://myapologies.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/mccain_obama_0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the political tie color-rule is definitely broken. I noticed that in the last couple of months Obama was predominantly wearing a blue tie and McCain was wearing a red tie. Tonight during the last presidential debate they both broke the rule. Namely, Obama was wearing a conservative-red tie and McCain was wearing a quite liberal-blue tie. Pretty confusing for the last presidential debate, for the last chance to make your point and to be as clear as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one that sticked to the rule tonight was the moderator of the debate: Bob Schieffer. He was as neutral as a moderator needs to be, wearing a blue-red striped tie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1369245059208470055?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1369245059208470055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1369245059208470055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1369245059208470055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1369245059208470055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/presidential-candidates-changed-ties.html' title='Presidential candidates changed ties'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8066268024923576630</id><published>2008-10-15T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:07:28.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection of Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/453fa7t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tinypic.com/453fa7t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget my previous post. I totally reject my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I saw this afternoon pointed out that I definitely need to reject my apologies for today’s weather.&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was unbelievable, at least, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were dancing in the rain. They opened the door and ran outside with big smiles on their faces. I even saw somebody taking pictures of raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was the only one feeling sorry for the fact that these huge and wet raindrops were attacking Austin today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-8066268024923576630?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8066268024923576630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8066268024923576630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8066268024923576630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8066268024923576630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/rejection-of-apologies.html' title='Rejection of Apologies'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5024016855316853265</id><published>2008-10-15T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:02:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies for this rainy weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.saynotocrack.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.saynotocrack.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everywhere you go you always take the weather, the weather with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Crowded House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9088914577232892035-5024016855316853265?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5024016855316853265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5024016855316853265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5024016855316853265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5024016855316853265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-apologies-for-this-rainy-weather.html' title='My apologies for this rainy weather'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2271988539033657019</id><published>2008-10-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:58:10.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving on the American Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.texasfreeway.com/Austin/photos/360/images/loop360_barton_creek_25-march-2001_hres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.texasfreeway.com/Austin/photos/360/images/loop360_barton_creek_25-march-2001_hres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the wide roads and huge cars, I craved for driving a car myself on the American Highway. This might sound pretty desperate, but honestly, I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All students in The Netherlands get a free public transport card, which is why I am used to using the subway, trams, busses and trains every day. I can't even image what Amsterdam would be like if every student would have its own car. It would be far too crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I drove my mom and sister around in Austin in such a big, black, American car I felt pretty firm. Maybe this is the feeling American students get every day; driving to school in their over-sized, automatic cars that make a funny sounds when they lock it. While at the same time, all Dutch students fall asleep on the backseat of the train.&lt;/div&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/9088914577232892035-2271988539033657019?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2271988539033657019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2271988539033657019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2271988539033657019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2271988539033657019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/driving-on-american-highway.html' title='Driving on the American Highway'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6756427163456750795</id><published>2008-10-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:30:57.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SPJ6JmvnoKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LL-p7V-m4Lg/s1600-h/CIMG1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256398020532478114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SPJ6JmvnoKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LL-p7V-m4Lg/s200/CIMG1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I call myself a 'tourist' in Austin? Maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I would definitely call my mom and sister 'tourists' in Austin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are coming over for one week. This weekend I started my objective for the coming seven days; showing them the most beautiful and overwhelming places in Austin. But also, showing them the most 'Austinite' places in Austin. Obviously, I had to show them Buffalo Exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides buying some clothes I think we did something else too; we were part of the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy it, wear it, sell it, buy it, wear it, sell it. Not only in Austin, but all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6756427163456750795?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6756427163456750795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6756427163456750795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6756427163456750795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6756427163456750795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/buffalo-exchange.html' title='Buffalo Exchange'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SPJ6JmvnoKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LL-p7V-m4Lg/s72-c/CIMG1275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4462021253662030561</id><published>2008-10-08T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:28:05.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Movie Night Part III: Le Fabuleux Destin d' Am&amp;#233lie Poulain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onlineathens.com/images/030702/amelie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.onlineathens.com/images/030702/amelie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in a world as big as her own house, Amélie Poulain creates her own world of fantasy and imagination. During her job in a restaurant called 'Les Deux Moulins' she observates people and finds ways to increase their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;By enjoying things other people wouldn't even notice, like putting her hands in sachets of grain or watching the faces of people sitting behind her in the cinema, she creates her own form of happiness as well.&lt;br /&gt;Though, real prosperity, wisdom and succes are about to enter her life from the moment she finds a binder with photos on a streetcorner. Encouraged by a painter that unconsciously and figuratively paints the personality of Amélie, she is ready to enter a whole new world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-4462021253662030561?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4462021253662030561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4462021253662030561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4462021253662030561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4462021253662030561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/french-movie-night-part-iii-le-fabuleux.html' title='French Movie Night Part III: Le Fabuleux Destin d&apos; Am&amp;#233lie Poulain'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2535986818429702278</id><published>2008-10-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:32:35.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Efficient language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uppinghamsummerschool.co.uk/adult_courses/images/languages.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.uppinghamsummerschool.co.uk/adult_courses/images/languages.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The miraculous city ontwaakt terwijl tout le monde se réveille. Het licht gaat aan et je realise que me gusta la vida; ein neue Tag fängt an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words just sound better in other languages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever heard of 'verschikkelijk' ? Be blessed because 'horrible' makes much more sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, 'magnifique' sounds way more magnificent than 'wunderbar' does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem efficient to use different languages in one sentence, but sometimes there is just one word that perfectly describes what you feel and what you want to make clear. It is about the way it sounds, the atmosphere it creates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-2535986818429702278?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2535986818429702278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2535986818429702278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2535986818429702278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2535986818429702278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/use-languages-efficiently.html' title='Efficient language'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-134523346224475749</id><published>2008-10-07T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:18:15.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.conti.nl/voetbal/afbeeldingen/steden,%20stadia/wenen%20ringstrasse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.conti.nl/voetbal/afbeeldingen/steden,%20stadia/wenen%20ringstrasse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vienna; the city of old-fashioned opera and ordinary Wiener Schnitzels, historical buildings and modern night clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna is certainly a nice city to visit for a couple of days, but don't stay for too long.&lt;br /&gt;The romantic entourage will only look magical for a couple of days, until the point that you get used to walking through a fairy-tale scene, hearing stories about Princess Sisi and seeing carriages with horses on every street-corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not staying too long will make you want to go back to the feeling of being the main person in the Austian fairy-tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-134523346224475749?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/134523346224475749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=134523346224475749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/134523346224475749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/134523346224475749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/vienna.html' title='Vienna'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2721793078193190860</id><published>2008-10-07T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:11:44.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaddick Dance Theatre Part IV: Six Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOvplhIHM3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PxzR3zhVMuI/s1600-h/arts_feature-14378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254550221014643570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOvplhIHM3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PxzR3zhVMuI/s320/arts_feature-14378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This choreography, made by Kathy Dunn Hamrick, seems very cheerful and lighthearted. Six dancers are passing the stage in colorful dresses and with lively smiles on their faces. It seems like they are friends and having fun together all the time. The choreography contains a lot of different solo and duo pieces which makes it look very alternating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, analysing the choreography from a closer viewpoint made my mind change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes having a friend is a temporary thing. People come and go. Meeting new people often goes hand in hand with ignoring people that, in your opinion, don't suit your personality that good. Group forming is a human process too. Some people may fit in a social group, others will be kicked out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathy Dunn Hamrick shows this process by presenting ' Six Passing'; six girls discovering friendships in a both delighted and rude, but human way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-2721793078193190860?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2721793078193190860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2721793078193190860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2721793078193190860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2721793078193190860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/chaddick-dance-theatre-part-iv-six.html' title='Chaddick Dance Theatre Part IV: Six Passing'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOvplhIHM3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PxzR3zhVMuI/s72-c/arts_feature-14378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7162617726036167046</id><published>2008-10-07T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:03:20.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaddick Dance Theater Part III: A Gambit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOvnLndRtEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vx2jCzw-W6M/s1600-h/chaddick_company.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254547577014170690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOvnLndRtEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vx2jCzw-W6M/s320/chaddick_company.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'A Gambit'. Although the title doesn't give anything away of the story represented by this choreography, the dance itself has a very clear theme: rivalry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three women are trying to beat each other in terms of beauty and attractivity. The three main characters all have a different personality but are showing off their equal obsessions for beauty by wearing the same striking and colourful skirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end, two of the three girls show that beauty isn't the most important variable by taking off their skirts. By doing this the real figures and curves of their bodies become clear which gives this story both a literal and figurative dimension. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-7162617726036167046?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7162617726036167046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7162617726036167046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7162617726036167046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7162617726036167046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/chaddick-dance-theater-part-iii-gambit.html' title='Chaddick Dance Theater Part III: A Gambit'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOvnLndRtEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vx2jCzw-W6M/s72-c/chaddick_company.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5053552592177888982</id><published>2008-10-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:24:54.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Movie Night Part II: Avenue Montaigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"There are two kinds of people in the world; those who answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the phone and say "Who the hell's that.." and those who say "Hey!"."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOonhL7HeZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JLNiYB5ZgJg/s1600-h/avenue_montaigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254055366371015058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOonhL7HeZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JLNiYB5ZgJg/s320/avenue_montaigne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica, played by Cecile de France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing her grandmother's stories about the purpose of life Jessica is more than ready to start her new life in Paris. Getting a job at the theatre bar gives her life a new spin; she meets all kinds of people and she jumps into the world of art, theatre and audiences. This kind of world seemed like an utopia on the beginning, but turned out to be a scenery of secret relationships and depressive realities. Her optimistic, curious expressions and her exciting appearance make Jessica look like a naïve but reasonable girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the expression "the grass looks greener on the other side" is applicable to countless situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2007/posters/avenue_montaigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/9088914577232892035-5053552592177888982?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5053552592177888982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5053552592177888982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5053552592177888982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5053552592177888982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/french-movie-night-part-ii-avenue.html' title='French Movie Night Part II: Avenue Montaigne'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOonhL7HeZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JLNiYB5ZgJg/s72-c/avenue_montaigne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8657044986874375308</id><published>2008-10-05T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:36:37.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Movie Night Part I: La Haine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOl1QGdocxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WhSAzDIMA5U/s1600-h/la+haine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253859359777649426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOl1QGdocxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WhSAzDIMA5U/s320/la+haine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La Haine - Hate in the suburbs of Paris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole different approach to the capital of France. No proper language and romances this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that this movie is in black and white totally emphasizes the contradictions in within the story. Truth and lies, friendships and assassinations, unusual guns and daily groceries. Different races are exploited until the point of death. How far can you go? &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/9088914577232892035-8657044986874375308?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8657044986874375308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8657044986874375308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8657044986874375308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8657044986874375308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/french-movie-night-la-haine.html' title='French Movie Night Part I: La Haine'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOl1QGdocxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WhSAzDIMA5U/s72-c/la+haine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1649678515809669709</id><published>2008-10-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:47:41.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaddick Dance Theater part II: Flights from Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/9972026f/arts_exhibitionism-21457.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.austinchronicle.com/binary/9972026f/arts_exhibitionism-21457.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living now sometimes makes you crave for a life in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance starts with a couch in the middle of the stage. A man is watching TV and eating chips. His wife is reading a book. Not just a book. She is reading a ridiculously old-fashioned romantic book. And yes, she is reading it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;On the background, two couples of dancers are wearing traditional clothes from the Shakespeare era. While the woman reads the book the couples are figuring the story in their movements and gestures towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;The contradiction between this couple and the actual couple sitting on the couch gives the whole choreography a funny touch but it made me think too. Reading the book made the woman escape from reality, but at the same time she fell asleep on her husband’s shoulder. On her - TV watching - chips eating – bored - husband’s shoulder.&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/9088914577232892035-1649678515809669709?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1649678515809669709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1649678515809669709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1649678515809669709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1649678515809669709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/chaddick-dance-theater-part-ii-flights.html' title='Chaddick Dance Theater part II: Flights from Reality'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7131866940072273719</id><published>2008-10-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:14:17.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaddick Dance Theater part I: Bridgeboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOhNHE7fz6I/AAAAAAAAADk/6D9AJ4r4CbM/s1600-h/blog+chaddick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253533749305397154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOhNHE7fz6I/AAAAAAAAADk/6D9AJ4r4CbM/s320/blog+chaddick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidden messages all over tonight at AustinVentures Studio Theater.&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of both dance and theatre. It makes my day when they are subtly combined. The show called ‘Second Wind’ by Chaddick Dance Theater’s and Kathy Dunn Hamrick was a mix of movements, emotions, stories and lights that made me want to discover every little hidden message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dance performed tonight was ‘Bridgeboard’ by Cheryl Chaddick.&lt;br /&gt;The dancer was covered in a black and white suit. The bright spotlight made the white even lighter and the black even darker. This contradiction wasn’t only represented in her clothes but also in the story told by her body and by both sides of the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Namely, the character had to make a choice. All of a sudden she started waving; she had to say goodbye to someone she loved. At this point her new life started. During aggressive or sad moments she was dancing on the left side of the stage, and during bright and relieved moments she was dancing on the right side of the stage. After wondering if she prefers her old or her new life, the left or the right side, she realizes she can’t go back. She starts waving to her old life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who have met the empty nest or made a dynamic choice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-7131866940072273719?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7131866940072273719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7131866940072273719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7131866940072273719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7131866940072273719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/chaddick-dance-theater-part-i.html' title='Chaddick Dance Theater part I: Bridgeboard'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOhNHE7fz6I/AAAAAAAAADk/6D9AJ4r4CbM/s72-c/blog+chaddick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6946200656563708953</id><published>2008-10-02T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:20:26.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.scrapsofmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/inspiration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.scrapsofmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/inspiration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days without inspiration, not a single sentence, not a single word. No story flowing out of your head into your fingertips; the keyboard stays untouched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6946200656563708953?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6946200656563708953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6946200656563708953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6946200656563708953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6946200656563708953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-days.html' title='These days..'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5077604376357280129</id><published>2008-10-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:15:01.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kooks - Seaside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://akamai-static.nme.com/images/83_TheKooks_L101105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://akamai-static.nme.com/images/83_TheKooks_L101105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you wanna go to the seaside?-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I fell in love at the seaside-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I handled my charme with time and slight of hand."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to this song makes my toes tickle; sand, sun and water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when the beach is far away; the seaside comes nearer and nearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/9088914577232892035-5077604376357280129?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5077604376357280129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5077604376357280129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5077604376357280129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5077604376357280129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/10/kooks-seaside.html' title='The Kooks - Seaside'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-478630464037456880</id><published>2008-09-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:48:26.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Xufn2ft9D2s/RlXWDodRlqI/AAAAAAAAACE/jHF4Bj7GVFA/Doris+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Xufn2ft9D2s/RlXWDodRlqI/AAAAAAAAACE/jHF4Bj7GVFA/Doris+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suspense; a feeling, an emotion or  a state of mind which we experience while watching a movie, watching television or reading a book. But what is it exactly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" The activity of anticipating; it provides the material from which viewers can extrapolate future developments." &lt;em&gt;- H.J. Wulff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;An experience between fear and pleasure." &lt;em&gt;- L. Mikos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" A strategy by which the mirroring identification of the viewer and the textual subject is broken, and the subject's mastery of events seems to be problematic." &lt;em&gt;- G. Leonard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Viewers participate in films by viewing empathic with positive protagonists." -&lt;em&gt; D. Zilmann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/9088914577232892035-478630464037456880?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/478630464037456880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=478630464037456880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/478630464037456880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/478630464037456880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/suspense.html' title='Suspense'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Xufn2ft9D2s/RlXWDodRlqI/AAAAAAAAACE/jHF4Bj7GVFA/s72-c/Doris+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1434344269041861344</id><published>2008-09-30T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:30:59.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shop</title><content type='html'>"Hey Marloes, let's go to the Coffee Shop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloads.contiki.com/contikipedia/europe/mattyvcontiki/Amsterdam_Coffee_Shop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://downloads.contiki.com/contikipedia/europe/mattyvcontiki/Amsterdam_Coffee_Shop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://downloads.contiki.com/contikipedia/europe/mattyvcontiki/Amsterdam_Coffee_Shop.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mystop.ca/ImagesAndGraphics/Emily_CoffeeShop_360x401%20April17%202007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="158" alt="" src="http://www.mystop.ca/ImagesAndGraphics/Emily_CoffeeShop_360x401%20April17%202007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just forget I'm in America..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1434344269041861344?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1434344269041861344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1434344269041861344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1434344269041861344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1434344269041861344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffee-shop.html' title='Coffee Shop'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5361189404907808810</id><published>2008-09-28T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:52:06.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longhorns vs. Queensday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ccn1.net/POTD6/texas-longhorns-national-champions/texas-longhorns-coaching-staff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ccn1.net/POTD6/texas-longhorns-national-champions/texas-longhorns-coaching-staff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orange, Orange and Orange.&lt;br /&gt;Was it Queensday in Holland?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;It was burnt Orange.&lt;br /&gt;It was American Football: one of the things you have to experience being a foreign student in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was trying to understand the rules of American Football I joined the whole stadium &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOAVcEPODOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UxJ5Xg9h-cA/s1600-h/Leitje+en+ik+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251220737432095970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOAVcEPODOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UxJ5Xg9h-cA/s200/Leitje+en+ik+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;singing, shouting and yelling to encourage the players. With a drink in the one hand and a banner in the other I tried the best I could to look like a real supporter.&lt;br /&gt;By screeming when everybody screemed and by clapping whenever it seemed appropriate I did a pretty good job. At the end of the day I obviously lost my voice, I probably left it somewhere at the stadium. Actually it was kinda like queensday: dress in orange, scream 'till you die, and especially: don't take your voice home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-5361189404907808810?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5361189404907808810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5361189404907808810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5361189404907808810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5361189404907808810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/longhorns-vs-queensday.html' title='Longhorns vs. Queensday'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SOAVcEPODOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UxJ5Xg9h-cA/s72-c/Leitje+en+ik+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4021236461470958198</id><published>2008-09-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:34:23.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Presidential Debate: Political Dichotomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.agoravox.com/IMG/jpg/mccain-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.agoravox.com/IMG/jpg/mccain-obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are expected to be either left or right, either liberal or conservative, you either agree or disagree; it made me wonder if real democracy is about choosing between opposites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/9088914577232892035-4021236461470958198?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4021236461470958198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4021236461470958198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4021236461470958198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4021236461470958198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-presidential-debate-political.html' title='First Presidential Debate: Political Dichotomy'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6784599267113346359</id><published>2008-09-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:58:27.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch&amp;#226teau de Versailles part II</title><content type='html'>Puissance, Plaisir, Lumiere.&lt;br /&gt;Power, Pleasure, Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Roi Dance is a movie about the life of King Louis XIV. Louis XIV is represented as a young king that wanted to entertain its citizens.&lt;br /&gt;Louis XIV had a lot of influence on the development of ballet. Although ballet emerged during the Renaissence in the 15th century, Louis XIV developed it futher, which is why ballet vocabulary is in French.&lt;br /&gt;He was not only the creater of these - for that time - new kinds of choreographies; he was the main character too. Amaze yourself about the skills of this king by watching a little piece of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Roi Danse: The King that entertains its citizens personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMvpvDjFvHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMvpvDjFvHA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/9088914577232892035-6784599267113346359?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6784599267113346359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6784599267113346359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6784599267113346359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6784599267113346359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/ch-de-versailles-part-ii_26.html' title='Ch&amp;#226teau de Versailles part II'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2500208520296604302</id><published>2008-09-25T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:00:33.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology trends catched up by different generations</title><content type='html'>Turning on the computer to check your mail, sending textmessages all day and using skype to call your parents; daily activities for people from my generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the 1990's modern technology started to expand and all we could do was trying to catch up with it. Adapting to these trends was a piece of cake. I played my first computer game when I was ten, I had my first cellphone when I was twelve and I read my first e-mail when I started to go to secundary school. It was just part of growing up; part of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But imagine how this rapid growth of required technological knowledge was for older generations. Catching up with these trends was a pretty hard job for people that were around 60 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my grandma is turning 74. I really appreciate the fact that she sends e-mails regularly. She even sends me textmessages with abbreviations and smilies. Above all, she knows how to use internet and how to read my blog. Namely, she understands English too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand I am proud of my grandparent's ability to catch up with modern technology trends, on the other, I am even more contented when I receive their old fashioned, wholeheartedly written postcards in my mailbox, written in their 74 years old handwriting.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNvlyUdDd-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YE98CgjEmI4/s1600-h/oma+en+opa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250042443277236194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNvlyUdDd-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YE98CgjEmI4/s200/oma+en+opa.bmp" 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/9088914577232892035-2500208520296604302?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2500208520296604302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2500208520296604302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2500208520296604302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2500208520296604302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/technology-trends-catched-up-by.html' title='Technology trends catched up by different generations'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNvlyUdDd-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YE98CgjEmI4/s72-c/oma+en+opa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8345855191578807135</id><published>2008-09-24T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:39:27.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chateau de Versailles part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNqdQuOQX0I/AAAAAAAAACs/wVZupxeXqTY/s1600-h/versaille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249681226265026370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNqdQuOQX0I/AAAAAAAAACs/wVZupxeXqTY/s320/versaille.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le Roi Soleil (The Sun King), King Louis XIV, had a house. A castle. An enormous amount of space. A garden. A place where I , even if I would have lived there, would lose my way easily every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The royal family of France lived in the Castle of Versailles from 1682 until the end of the eighteenth century. Until today, the castle as well as the village are famous not only because of the buildings, but also because of the fact that they stand for the absolute monarchy of King Louis XIV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a lot of art history classes in highschool I experienced the stories myself. I saw the hall in which ‘ Le Roi qui Danse’ (Dancing King) Louis XIV put on his red heels to illustrate how the sun comes up every day by dancing his own choreography. I heard the music composed by Lully overwhelming the building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Versailles opens a world of imagination and fascination. After 220 years, Chateau de Versailles still illustrates the way in which the royal family of France lived perfectly. Even without entering the building you can get a romanticized and historical view of the lifestyle of the upper part of the French monarchy. The outside of the castle indicates the amount of golden decorations on the inside. The green garden full of statues, flowers and fountains shows the personality of King Louis XIV in every little detail; proud, smart, creative and above all: graceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-8345855191578807135?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8345855191578807135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8345855191578807135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8345855191578807135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8345855191578807135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/ch-de-versailles.html' title='Chateau de Versailles part I'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNqdQuOQX0I/AAAAAAAAACs/wVZupxeXqTY/s72-c/versaille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-3087814824306787786</id><published>2008-09-23T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:55:55.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNmsLMbLbwI/AAAAAAAAACk/wuVhqzIFoao/s1600-h/coffee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249416148990783234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNmsLMbLbwI/AAAAAAAAACk/wuVhqzIFoao/s200/coffee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steamy and creamy, brown and white, bitter and sweet, hot and refreshing; a perfect start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first cup of coffee in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-3087814824306787786?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/3087814824306787786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=3087814824306787786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3087814824306787786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/3087814824306787786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning-coffee.html' title='Morning Coffee'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNmsLMbLbwI/AAAAAAAAACk/wuVhqzIFoao/s72-c/coffee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-5437190524542031364</id><published>2008-09-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:59:43.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo de Ch&amp;#227o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lacitybeat.com/site_images_upload/legacy/media/118/37_EAT_STORY.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.lacitybeat.com/site_images_upload/legacy/media/118/37_EAT_STORY.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brazilian, Beautiful, Balsamic, Background, Barbecue, Brown, and I kept Begging for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fogo de Chao is a Brazilian restaurant chain with lots of locations in Brazil and the United States. The location in Austin, Tx, is quite new; it opened its doors just a year ago. In case you haven't been there already, I will give just a short preview because it is time to go by 309 3rd street yourself to get a plate full of Brazilian inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word unlimited sounds a little ordinary but that is certainly not the case in this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;The interior looks chic due to the combination of wood and marble. The white clothed tables and the perfectly decorated salad bar make this restaurant look like anything but ordinairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it works in this restaurant is different from other restaurants. Every guest has a little disk. This disk is green on the one side and red on the other side. Showing the green side means alerting the chefs to bring out their fire-roasted meats. The staff comes to your table with all different kinds of meat roasted in a Brazilian way - varying from sirloin with garlic to chicken breast with bacon - and they offer you a piece of it. They cut the piece with their virulent knives and the red, soft meat finds its way to your plate.&lt;br /&gt;The red side of the disk indicates a stopping point. You can either take a pause or stop eating meat whenever you want by showing the red side of the disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fogo de Chao: unlimited service, unlimited meat, unlimited freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-5437190524542031364?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5437190524542031364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=5437190524542031364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5437190524542031364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/5437190524542031364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/fogo-de-ch.html' title='Fogo de Ch&amp;#227o'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7620464277681442516</id><published>2008-09-20T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:02:06.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradiso Amsterdam: going out in a church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.musictech.nl/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/vanvelzen_paradiso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.musictech.nl/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/vanvelzen_paradiso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the building from the outside makes you wonder what the inside looks like. Being inside the building makes you wonder what it looked like a hundred years ago. The answer is simple: it looked exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradiso, Amsterdam. Going out until five in the morning, lights, music, concerts and: a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1968 an old church in Amsterdam was transformed into a music venue. Although the outside looks a bit dark and banal, the interior looks exactly like a church. Stained glass windows, balconies and pillars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradiso is located in the middle of the nightlife centre of Amsterdam. Concerts in Paradiso are known for their intimate style and contact with fans. Around 12 a.m. the concert lights go down and the club lights are turned on. People that went to a concert find their way home and the students find their way to ‘the church’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradiso combines modern music with the atmosphere of historical moments and stories. While dancing with your friends, you start to realize how thankful we have to be that we can enjoy this moment together. The question is, of course, if this awareness comes from spirits that still exist in the church or from that last drop of beer in your glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradiso: going out in a reverent way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-7620464277681442516?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7620464277681442516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7620464277681442516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7620464277681442516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7620464277681442516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/paradiso-amsterdam-going-out-in-church.html' title='Paradiso Amsterdam: going out in a church'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-7876876738890804154</id><published>2008-09-20T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:19:37.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin and dinosaurs: a really bad disney movie</title><content type='html'>Matt Damon doesn't understand why more people aren't talking about it; The hockey mom becoming president. "This is like a really bad disney movie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think the pig was made for political purposes. But in terms of governance it is a distaster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really need to know if she thinks dinosaurs were here before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="310" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6urw_PWHYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6urw_PWHYk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/9088914577232892035-7876876738890804154?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7876876738890804154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=7876876738890804154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7876876738890804154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/7876876738890804154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin-and-dinosaurs-really-bad.html' title='Sarah Palin and dinosaurs: a really bad disney movie'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1967735401941673287</id><published>2008-09-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:21:47.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Breakfast City: Hotel San Jose, Jo’s Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/gaytravel/1/7/R/2/-/-/Jos_Good_Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/gaytravel/1/7/R/2/-/-/Jos_Good_Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning, 9 A.M. I just finished a Spanish exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I really wanted was to get out of campus for a couple of hours and to have a proper breakfast. After having classes and homework the whole week I just couldn’t stand walking up and down the St. Edward’s hill and walking in and out classrooms anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend began, the sun was shining and people were waking up. Guess what I found: Hotel San Jose, Jo’s Coffee; a little green coffee bar on South Congress. It opens at 7 P.M. which makes it the perfect place to go and have breakfast early in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered my ice-coffee, grabbed a newspaper and started my relaxed “ I don’t think about anything” Friday morning. Luckily I found a table on the terrace because it seemed like half-Austin was having breakfast at Jo’s Coffee, the coffee bar of Hotel San Jose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking the first sip of my coffee I felt the sun coming up and the moon going down. More and more people ordered their breakfast at this friendly “make my morning” coffee bar. They noticed me, I noticed them, but that was alright. No conversations needed to share this perfect Friday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-1967735401941673287?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1967735401941673287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1967735401941673287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1967735401941673287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1967735401941673287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/austin-breakfast-city-hotel-san-jose.html' title='Austin Breakfast City: Hotel San Jose, Jo’s Coffee'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-1845585614433529810</id><published>2008-09-16T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:54:13.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment Journalism at St. Edward's University</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.masternewmedia.org/images/notebook_reporter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertainment Journalism at St. Edward's University: open minded, critical, analytical, new and three hours on a monday night. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNAOX9nWNjI/AAAAAAAAACc/kA3C1nmGQNg/s1600-h/blog+journalim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246709370726004274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNAOX9nWNjI/AAAAAAAAACc/kA3C1nmGQNg/s200/blog+journalim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had such an interesting class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates do, check out their blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=9088914577232892035"&gt;Danielle Bauman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipsofacto1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christian Cabazos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://clairecellaentertainment.blogspot.com/"&gt;Claire Cella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atasteoftomcollins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tommy Collins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myekero.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celeste Diaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidinaustin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Victoria Estrada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eazi-whatdisay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ian Gillespie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daybydaywithmack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mackenzie Jenkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://checosadafare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer Obenhaus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aodgers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandy Odgers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coffee13bean.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bethbiria Sanchez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shermthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marc Sherman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolineattack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline Wallace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crowdnoise.wordpress.com/"&gt;Geoffry West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asleepycompany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allison Willis&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/9088914577232892035-1845585614433529810?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1845585614433529810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=1845585614433529810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1845585614433529810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/1845585614433529810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/entertainment-journalism-at-st-edwards.html' title='Entertainment Journalism at St. Edward&apos;s University'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SNAOX9nWNjI/AAAAAAAAACc/kA3C1nmGQNg/s72-c/blog+journalim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6504263466486231919</id><published>2008-09-16T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:34:57.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thuesday morning ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.garstang.net/images/garstang_school_of_dance3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.garstang.net/images/garstang_school_of_dance3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, I don't like tuesdays. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is considered as history after beginning my ballet classes on St. Edward’s every tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t like waking up early. No, I don’t like taking a shower when I know everybody else is still asleep. No, I don’t like skipping breakfast because I just don’t take the time to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing better than stretching every muscle you didn’t even know you had, feeling your blood flowing through every little piece of your body, to sweat, breath and dance; to stay awake for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6504263466486231919?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6504263466486231919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6504263466486231919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6504263466486231919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6504263466486231919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/thuesday-morning-ballet.html' title='Thuesday morning ballet'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4139511974534465648</id><published>2008-09-14T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:03:28.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whp.be/images/travel/travel_large_startup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://www.whp.be/images/travel/travel_large_startup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want to travel as far as I can go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to reach the joy that is in my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And change the limitations that I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And feel my mind and spirit grow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live, exist, 'to be',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hear the truths inside of me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doris Warshay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-4139511974534465648?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4139511974534465648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4139511974534465648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4139511974534465648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4139511974534465648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspiring-poem.html' title='Inspiring poem'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-2674541650493218950</id><published>2008-09-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:43:24.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't buy me love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/856/rtl5tvdcwj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/856/rtl5tvdcwj4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality programs on television: They pound it into you. Personal lives are dramatized, their characteristics are over-emphasized and habits are exaggerated. A couple of years ago, it was new, refreshing and interesting - a European phenomenon before it arrived in America - but now I can’t handle watching a minute of it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Netherlands, the television channel RTL5 started a new reality show which is called ‘Can’t buy me love’. It is about a bunch of rich guys, living in an enormous apartment with a couple of girls. The girls have to show that money isn’t the most important thing but that, above all, they like the boys because of their characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part of this story is that a girl from my home-town is part of the show, trying to impersonate a stereotypical girl from the one place on Earth I love the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-2674541650493218950?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2674541650493218950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=2674541650493218950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2674541650493218950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/2674541650493218950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/cant-buy-me-love.html' title='Can&apos;t buy me love'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4931458497097412229</id><published>2008-09-14T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:59:49.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No grandma’s at Hot Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0fFM2BZ3VBeXu/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0fFM2BZ3VBeXu/610x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoga, that sounds like exercising for grandma’s. No sweating, no running and no sore muscles the next day. I can tell you that the opposite is true. After being convinced that hot yoga isn’t an old lady thing I found my way to the Hot Yoga class, also called Bikram Yoga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entering the space, it smelled like entering a sauna; a hot but friendly sauna with mirrors on every wall. After a warming up, which meant standing still in this Yoga sauna, I began to sweat already. Every pore of my body opened to its full extent and I felt every little bit of toxin leaving my body. And that was just the warming up. After learning all kinds of yoga poses I felt really relaxed, sore, sweaty and above all I felt really down to earth; as if I was born five minutes ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-4931458497097412229?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4931458497097412229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4931458497097412229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4931458497097412229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4931458497097412229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-grandmas-at-hot-yoga.html' title='No grandma’s at Hot Yoga'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-4662563658834716720</id><published>2008-09-07T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:49:57.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different isn't wrong; Dove Pro-Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMQGLoSKa4I/AAAAAAAAACU/z_7KfRbIotY/s1600-h/laatste+blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243322663028026242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMQGLoSKa4I/AAAAAAAAACU/z_7KfRbIotY/s200/laatste+blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before I left my home-country lots of people gave me tips for how to survive in another country. One of those tips was: “keep realizing this; different isn’t wrong”. That sentence sticks in my head all the time and so did it last week during my Public Relations classes. We were watching a promotion video for Dove Pro-Age beauty products; old ladies trying to breakthrough the beauty ideal that is indicated by the media. Because of the fact that these ladies were naked, although, naked in a in my opinion responsible way, the American television didn’t want to broadcast the promotion video. On the contrary, this promotion video for Dove was very successful in Europe because it made clear that real beauty is not related to age. My objective: convincing America that different isn’t wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-4662563658834716720?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4662563658834716720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=4662563658834716720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4662563658834716720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/4662563658834716720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-isnt-wrong-dove-pro-age.html' title='Different isn&apos;t wrong; Dove Pro-Age'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMQGLoSKa4I/AAAAAAAAACU/z_7KfRbIotY/s72-c/laatste+blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-6127899356249850945</id><published>2008-09-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:31:49.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graceful Gaudi: Parc Guëll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMQB7lQGukI/AAAAAAAAACM/o0AKPAi1EVg/s1600-h/blog+9-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243317989289671234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMQB7lQGukI/AAAAAAAAACM/o0AKPAi1EVg/s200/blog+9-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barcelona; Inspiration and Imagination to their full extend.&lt;br /&gt;Parc Guëll, designed by Antoni Gaudi, is situated on the hill of El Carmel in Barcelona, Spain.Visiting Parc Guëll made me lose my orientation, my awareness of everything around me. This piece of art on the top of the hill is very colorful and overwhelming. Especially when you sit on the mosaic couch, which is enormous, and you get an incredible view of the city. The little pieces of mosaic opposed to the view of the city made me forget the difference between small and big. I knew I was ready to explore every little piece of art Gaudi realized in Barcelona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-6127899356249850945?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6127899356249850945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=6127899356249850945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6127899356249850945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/6127899356249850945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/graceful-gaudi-parc-gull.html' title='Graceful Gaudi: Parc Guëll'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMQB7lQGukI/AAAAAAAAACM/o0AKPAi1EVg/s72-c/blog+9-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-8231805804004575456</id><published>2008-09-05T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:15:39.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMFhG6aefPI/AAAAAAAAACE/rlkRWh6y2iE/s1600-h/amys_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242578212623383794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMFhG6aefPI/AAAAAAAAACE/rlkRWh6y2iE/s200/amys_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably this is one of your daily activities and one of the most boring and common topics to talk about, at least; for you.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot it still exists: being creative in selling food. After living in a country where all icecream bars look exactly the same and sell exactly the same flavours, I was quite surprised by finding Amy's Ice cream in the middle of South Congress. It was not only the appearance of Amy's Ice cream that made me wonder what the ice cream tasted like, the list of flavours made me very curious as well.&lt;br /&gt;Because I wasn't able to taste all their different flavours, toppings and shakes, I will definitely return to this little, shiny, blue box during my stay in Austin. Not only to try their whole assortment but also to create some amazing brainfreezes in all kinds of flavours and colours in order to become just as creative as Amy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088914577232892035-8231805804004575456?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8231805804004575456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=8231805804004575456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8231805804004575456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/8231805804004575456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/amys-icecream.html' title='Amy&apos;s Ice Cream'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMFhG6aefPI/AAAAAAAAACE/rlkRWh6y2iE/s72-c/amys_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-953450280476243866</id><published>2008-09-04T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:41:35.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not, Obama? Take a chance on me, McCain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMFb6ZXGC_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GInyr2RVOBs/s1600-h/whitehouseDJbattle_article_largeNEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242572500034259954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMFb6ZXGC_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GInyr2RVOBs/s200/whitehouseDJbattle_article_largeNEW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we really that interested in the music taste of our presidential candidates? According to Blender: yes. Both top ten lists of our candidates appeared in this magazine last month. By taking a closer look at the lists I don’t think these songs are just putted together in a couple of minutes. Probably, both candidates have been thinking, doubting and questioning whether the one song or the other would get more appreciation from their target groups.&lt;br /&gt;After getting so many questions about if he is able to fulfil the role of the president of the United States, Obama made his answer clear by saying ‘Fugees – Ready or not’ is his favourite song, and by saying that ‘William – Yes we can’ is the song that closes his list. This message should be clear to you all. McCain, on the contrary, comes up with a little less meaningful list just by placing ‘ABBA – Take a chance on me’ on a third place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9088914577232892035-953450280476243866?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/953450280476243866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=953450280476243866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/953450280476243866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/953450280476243866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/ready-or-not-just-take-chance-on-me.html' title='Ready or not, Obama? Take a chance on me, McCain.'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SMFb6ZXGC_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GInyr2RVOBs/s72-c/whitehouseDJbattle_article_largeNEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088914577232892035.post-638168366328056751</id><published>2008-09-03T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:14:28.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weegee: New York in black and white</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61GWCHZSZTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61GWCHZSZTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="191" alt="" src="http://66.230.220.70/images/post/ny/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arthur Felling (1899-1968), known as Weegee, was a photographer and a photojournalist in New York. Around 1930 he was the only photojournalist with permit to listen to the police shortwave radio, which - together with his creativeness and talent - was the key to his success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I accidentally passed by the exhibition called ‘Weegee’ when I was making my way down at ‘Esplanade de Charles de Gaulle’ in Montpellier, France. The AUER Foundation collected a lot of pictures from Weegee which were exhibited in the ‘Pavillon Populaire de la Photographie’. It took me at least half a minute per picture to realize how many elements of a story Weegee was able to capture in pictures from a distance as well as in detailed pictures. Weegee expressed colourful moments in black and white scenery and produced pictures that are telling a half an hour story in one moment. He showed the poverty on the streets as well as the richness in the hearts of the individuals.&lt;br /&gt;Although New York is known as a polychrome and colourful city, Weegee was able to capture the souls of the inhabitants, the souls of the different districts, and the soul of the city in just two colours. &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/9088914577232892035-638168366328056751?l=marloeslemsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/feeds/638168366328056751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9088914577232892035&amp;postID=638168366328056751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/638168366328056751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9088914577232892035/posts/default/638168366328056751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloeslemsom.blogspot.com/2008/09/weegee-new-york-in-black-and-white.html' title='Weegee: New York in black and white'/><author><name>Marloes Lemsom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629983471989595421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cs-yqX8gH2s/SLV56Zv-8uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NiEov4q6Za8/S220/_MG_0336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
