<?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-19162377</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:33:52.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeuxSeour</title><subtitle type='html'>Katherine &amp; Amy are two sisters living too far apart. With 15 years and 3,500 miles between them, there is always a lot of catching up to do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113772125538089594</id><published>2006-01-19T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:40:55.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trail</title><content type='html'>In school we are studying the Oregon Trail. It is so cool! We are making covered wagons out of shoeboxes and for homework we write in a journal and pretend we are someone travling the Oregon Trail. Some people did go to Portland, Oregon, so I wonder if someone who went on the trail settled right on the spot you are living on now, Amy! It was really hard on the people trying to get to Oregon or California. One time a bunch of people got stuck in the Rocky Mountains in winter and were so starving they ate their dead friends!!! I would not have liked to go on the trail back then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113772125538089594?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113772125538089594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113772125538089594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2006/01/oregon-trail.html' title='Oregon Trail'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113684328698089864</id><published>2006-01-09T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:48:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big time</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Tarp and I went for a walk down by the river near my house. I’ve been trying to think through a really big project.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Portland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is also called &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bridgetown&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I am often thinking of all the wonderful potential each of these eight bridges offers. SOOOOOO, what if I could do a puppet show off of one of the bridges! On our walk, Tarp and I scoped out the possibilities in each of the bridges. We judged them based on accessibility to the viewers (can you see it from the banks of the river), height (I think puppet shows look better when they have tall stages), and stage-like look to the bridge structure. At the moment, I think the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Morrison&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; would be the best.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/morrison%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/320/morrison%20bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Morrison&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; can be seen from the park walkways on either side of the river. It has a nice arch to it that is very tall at its top. As well, the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Morrison&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is lit up very nicely at night and I think it would be more appealing to perform this at night so that you could eliminate the cityscape and make an actual backdrop that would not be lost in the hustle and bustle of our river city.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Audio, you ask? Well, I think that setting up a short-wave transistor radio with the script of the puppet show broadcasting would be ideal. In the promotion for the show, you could tell people to bring their battery operated radio or their walkmans (do people still have walkmans now that iPod is taking over the world?) and then tune in to listen to the audio for the show. YES!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Big project, I know. But what better way to start the new year than to go big idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113684328698089864?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113684328698089864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113684328698089864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2006/01/big-time.html' title='big time'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113650736082974324</id><published>2006-01-05T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:29:20.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! I havn't done a blog in a while, so I thought I would. I was just sewing on a sewing machine I got for Christmas, and I never knew how easy it was! Setting up the thread and everything is kind-of hard, but the actual sewing part is easy. I can't wait to make all sorts of things. I just made a sachet for my friend. My sister Hannah sent some fabric from Costa Rica and I'm going to use it to make pillows. My sister Julianna is making a coat for her American Girl doll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113650736082974324?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113650736082974324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113650736082974324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-i-havnt-done-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113467211644605534</id><published>2005-12-15T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:24:51.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodtime Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing as we are nearing the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd post my favorite James Tate poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Goodtime Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus got up one day a little later than usual. He had been dream-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing so deep there was nothing left in his head. What was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A nightmare, dead bodies walking all around him, eyes rolled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back, skin falling off. But he wasn't afraid of that. It was a beau-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tiful day.  How 'bout some coffee? Don't mind if I do. Take a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ride on my donkey, I love that donkey. Hell, I love everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113467211644605534?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113467211644605534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113467211644605534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodtime-jesus.html' title='Goodtime Jesus'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113443384835549681</id><published>2005-12-12T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:30:48.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrew Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every week I take hebrew lessons. Last week my homework was to make a picture out of only natral materials. I drew my picture on a piece of bark using a mixture of ash, coal and water. It was hard because every time you made a mistake you would have to wipe it off with water wich would weaken the bark and it would be really hard to draw on the part with water, wich takes a long time to dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113443384835549681?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113443384835549681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113443384835549681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/hebrew-homework.html' title='Hebrew Homework'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113433695733299483</id><published>2005-12-11T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:35:57.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/yellow_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/320/yellow_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of a joke in the family that I give the worst presents. All three of the youngest seours in the family have their birthdays very near each other and every year I have a hell of a time getting good presents together on time, let alone the fact that Hanukkah&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Christmas (of which we celebrate both, but that is another post, don't you think, Kate?) follow those dates very soon after and then my mother's birthday is just after the new year and well....it may sound like I'm making excuses. Which I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this year my friend showed me this amazing item, pictured here. Squirt gun? No, banana guard. Wow. The &lt;a href="http://www.bananaguard.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; promises to protect your banana from transport trauma and deliver a fresh and unbruised banana to wherever you want to go. So, I thought that I would just buy one for everyone before I left to go home to Maine for the first Christmas in a very long time. What a perfect gift! They even have glow-in-the-freakin'-dark! Who cares why you would ever need a glow-in-the-dark banana guard... So I counted up that I would need eight to sufficiently guard each of my family member's lunchtime banana, as our family has recenlty grown now that I am engaged to be married. And when I entered in the number 8 for my order it told me it would cost over $50 for such a purchase. I thought there are a lot of better ways I can spend $50 (which, honestly is why I am such a crappy present person, because I always battle with the expense of useless stuff that I'm not sure people really want...not that a banana guard is useless), so I wondered if I should just get a few banana guards. And I wondered who in our family should get one. Bruce, probably. He likes this kind of pragmatic technology. Hannah would probably laugh really hard, which is usually what I think about when I buy her things because she has the most pretty laugh in the world. Julianna would at first give an exasperated look to me, like I was wasting her time. But then she, too would laugh really hard and she has a laugh that makes everyone laugh harder. Kate would immediately love it, because we usually really like the same kind of things, it seems. Anyway...I went through my mind imaginging each of the family members and realized I couldn't just get one. And, thus got none and am not spoiling any surprise by posting a photo of this awesome invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is how holiday giving goes for me. I don't get excited sending presents, because I love anticipating how people will react to gifts, particularly when they are handmade, which most of mine end of being and I always want to be there to see their reaction. I am so happy that I will be with all of my family this year and even though I haven't had much time to make or buy any presents, I am really excited to have this anticipation in my mind through these cold, dark days in Oregon. Kate, Julianna and their mother, Ellen will recite beautiful Jewish prayers. Dad will be really hyper and only settle down long enough to read "The Night Before Christmas." Hannah and Bruce will make inappropriate, hilarious jokes. My mom will give us perfect gifts, because she always knows what we like. Tarp will be with me, which is rare now that he lives in California to attend graduate school. And he doesn't know this, but Kate and I are going to teach him to ice skate. It is going to be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113433695733299483?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113433695733299483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113433695733299483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-presence.html' title='good presence'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113423195170275789</id><published>2005-12-10T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T16:01:39.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/Oct.%2022,%202004%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/320/Oct.%2022%2C%202004%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/Oct.%2022,%202004%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/320/Oct.%2022%2C%202004%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I really like to play soccer. Here are some pictures from the 2004 soccer season. My favorite position is defence, but goalie is up there to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I play on the Colts travel team. We play other teams from Maine. Some really hard teams to beat are Merry Meeting and Costal. Soccer is most definitely my favorite sport. I also like tennis, swimming and I like to watch football with my dad. I play hocky against my dad and sister too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"  &gt;~Katherine :-) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(that's a smiley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113423195170275789?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113423195170275789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113423195170275789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-really-like-to-play-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113399760109490083</id><published>2005-12-07T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:13:47.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;On Saturday I'm going to have a birthday party. It's at a hotel. We will swim, have dinner at the pool, then go to our hotel room a we might watch a movie. After a ton of fun we will go to sleep. It will be so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;atherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113399760109490083?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113399760109490083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113399760109490083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-birthday-party.html' title='My Birthday Party'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113398625859508979</id><published>2005-12-07T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:03:50.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wy'East</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/holiday%20mt%20hood4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/400/holiday%20mt%20hood4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this special place. Mt. Hood, originally named Wy'East by native folks, is very nearby to where I live. She is surrounded by the most beautiful forests. I spend a lot of time trying to keep these forests from being cut and when I see a photograph like this one I am reminded how important these efforts are to me.&lt;br /&gt;-amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113398625859508979?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113398625859508979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113398625859508979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/wyeast.html' title='Wy&apos;East'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113384658960714849</id><published>2005-12-05T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:50:24.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galen and the Dalai Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/galenanddalai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/200/galenanddalai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I looked on the &lt;a href="http://www.pacificvillage.org/villagevoices/indiasem5/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; where my friend Galen posts stories about his travels through India and Nepal with students. I check this site pretty frequently as Galen has stopped writing me like he used to now that he has to post his stories so often for the parents of his students to be able to read. And this morning, when I went to this site, I saw this picture of Galen with his students visiting the leader of the the Buddhist faith, the Dalai Lama. In the post, Galen says that the Dalai Lama rested his hand on Galen's head. Even though, I know this is a great honor, I was so happy all day at just thinking about how much this must have meant to Galen. He has been traveling and learning about Tibetan Buddhism for so many years now, often putting himself in life-threatening situations to get closer to understanding. He is always very humble and gracious and I am sure that he will take the inspiration from this experience and do wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;-amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113384658960714849?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113384658960714849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113384658960714849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/galen-and-dalai-lama.html' title='Galen and the Dalai Lama'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113374408705956684</id><published>2005-12-04T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:54:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waynflete Tours</title><content type='html'>Today I gave tours to people thinking of sending their kid to my school, Waynflete. Any 5th graders that wanted to, could give the tours. Sadie (my best friend) and I were parteners(we were lucky!). Some people were holding up the tours, and kept hanging back. Sadie and I had to keep urging them along. We would give them a quick tour of the campus then we would go in to the Early Childhood-5th grade (Lower School) building. We would show them all the classrooms, ending up in the classroom where their child would be. Then we would run through the backstage of the aditorium as fast as we could and get the next tour group. It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;-Katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113374408705956684?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113374408705956684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113374408705956684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/waynflete-tours.html' title='Waynflete Tours'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113357444849428894</id><published>2005-12-02T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:58:05.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>My 11th birthday was on November 30th 2005. I got a Sandisk MP3 player, (basicly an Ipod) Sims 2 Holiday Edition, Yikes A smart Girls Guide To suviving Icky, Sticky Situations, Snooze-a-Palooza over 100 sleepover ideas and The Count of Monte Cristo from my parents. I got slippers from Hannah (my sister). I got this blog website from my other sister, Amy. I don't know what my brother, Bruce is going to get me. All I know is it a DVD. At my school we have half days on Wednesday, so my mom and I went out to lunch. They didn't give me the childrens menu! That was the first time that has happened!&lt;br /&gt;-Katherine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113357444849428894?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113357444849428894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113357444849428894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113348954877793199</id><published>2005-12-01T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:12:28.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet Camp</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the second night of Puppet Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I perform a huge puppet show with a collective of people on the night of the Winter Solstice, which is Decemeber 21st. We put it on in an old church, in the middle of the longest night of the year and hundreds of people come without much more than word of mouth to remind people about it. It takes several weeks of very intense work to get ready and tonight we are meeting at my house to talk about the Hurricane Katrina piece. We try to represent each season with four different stories in the show. Usually, at least one of them is something taken from the past year and usually has something to do with politics. We often talk for long amounts of time on this segment because we always want to portray an honest, but hopeful image. The middle of December is a dark and dreary time, so we like to think of this as an offering to our community of hope and happiness. Last year the amazing live band ended the show with "We Are the Champions" and everyone was on their feet singing as loud as they could. There's nothing to kick winter blues like an old church filled with people singing rock n' roll songs in the middle of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tend to the basement before everyone comes over. It is still in disarray from my Halloween projects. I made my twin, three-year old friends a rat and a bat costume. I tried to get them to be garden nomes, but they looked pretty cute, nontheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113348954877793199?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113348954877793199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113348954877793199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/12/puppet-camp.html' title='Puppet Camp'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113340079417634969</id><published>2005-11-30T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:31:23.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks for Little Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/DSCN3184.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/320/DSCN3184.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah came to visit me for Thanksgiving. She made an interesting experiment out of apples and sugar, calling it A Crisp. It actually only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked &lt;/span&gt;like the bottom of my shoe after turning the compost pile. It tasted very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I spent enough time giving thanks this year. Even with all of my favorite friends and lots of family around me the whole weekend, I didn't really stop to realize how lucky I am until we all slid apart into our normal lives again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah left me her hair straightener to remember her by, though. And I have my ears pierced after an afternoon at the crazy mall. So, at least I have tokens to remember the weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113340079417634969?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113340079417634969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113340079417634969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/11/giving-thanks-for-little-sisters.html' title='Giving Thanks for Little Sisters'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19162377.post-113336994889405412</id><published>2005-11-30T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:59:08.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/1600/Picture0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2628/1891/320/Picture0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hi kate!&lt;br /&gt; happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt; i was trying to think of a birthday present for you and kept finding myself thinking about all the projects i like to actually do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; you. i like making puppet shows, drawing pictures for each other, cooking together...&lt;br /&gt; anyway, i had an idea to start a blog. i'm not sure if you've ever read a blog. they are journals on the internet that let other people know what you are thinking. i thought about how many people live in the space between maine and oregon and i wondered if we could share some of the thoughts we have with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; maybe you could start our blog out by telling everyone what you did for your birthday.&lt;br /&gt; love,&lt;br /&gt; amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19162377-113336994889405412?l=deuxseour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113336994889405412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19162377/posts/default/113336994889405412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deuxseour.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday_30.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>DeuxSeour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966882230539642239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
