<?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-8963150922552780373</id><updated>2011-11-21T13:53:45.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits, Fluids</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-2358925827625825972</id><published>2009-12-06T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:53:50.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.orning S.now</title><content type='html'>I've spent the afternoon listening to Best Coast and St. Mannequins.  Pleased as can be except for the fact that I can't take the music with me.  *sigh*  I'll have internet at *home* soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-2358925827625825972?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/2358925827625825972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=2358925827625825972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2358925827625825972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2358925827625825972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-snow.html' title='M.orning S.now'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-7579987520777137627</id><published>2009-11-01T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:47:01.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And back on track . . .</title><content type='html'>A new mix cd is on the way.  And weirdly enough, this one I've actually already burned the discs for but it's the artwork and the title that have me at a standstill.  I have a few ideas rolling around in my head, but nothing that's snappy enough to make me want to start cracking on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the titles I'm thinking of are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Shot In The Dark"  ( with the intention of creating another cd later that is titled "Calculated" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coolness By Mistake", inspired by Sara Hickman's song that is on the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is going to be the theme of the artwork I think.  But how I'll work with that I don't know yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-7579987520777137627?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/7579987520777137627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=7579987520777137627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7579987520777137627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7579987520777137627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-back-on-track.html' title='And back on track . . .'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-233444373272651638</id><published>2009-10-10T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:53:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in your heart.  It's in your art, your beauty.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while (I must have hundreds of entries that start out sounding like that).  Don't really know what to say for myself.  I'm living a real black and white life right now.  I'm so completely happy and entirely unsatisfied all at the same time.  I want to improve my situation, but as usual, I can't find the motivation for it.  Perfect.  However, I've met someone who continues to surprise and delight me.  I feel like I can honestly say that I haven't been this content in a relationship in a while.  I feel like these shoes are really comfortable.  I'm not looking far enough into the future to worry myself over anything.  It's just so pleasant to have someone to share with.  There is absolutely no rush with this, which is so comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through the whirlwind of this unexpected gift, I'm allowing myself to be so distracted from what I'm really supposed to be doing this fall/winter.  Scholarships, grants, funding.  So much 'homework', and none of it as fun or as satisfying as spending an evening with him.  However, I'd much rather be in Boston than anything else.  I always need to remember that.  Always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get a work schedule mapped out I feel like I'll have a better understanding of what my free time will look like.  Right now, I'm just making it up as I go along, which leaves no room for research.  Bad idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-233444373272651638?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/233444373272651638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=233444373272651638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/233444373272651638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/233444373272651638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-in-your-heart-its-in-your-art-your.html' title='It&apos;s in your heart.  It&apos;s in your art, your beauty.'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-1859826905233354408</id><published>2009-02-15T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:52:21.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Gently As We Please</title><content type='html'>1.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh8zPqMoII/AAAAAAAAAis/PncyQqx0xQk/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh8zPqMoII/AAAAAAAAAis/PncyQqx0xQk/s320/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303125781047451778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh9N-QoLDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/F4GgXyvyvIY/s1600-h/coverandcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh9N-QoLDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/F4GgXyvyvIY/s320/coverandcd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303126240233270322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh90nqI6SI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tJ1Auy51aAw/s1600-h/tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh90nqI6SI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tJ1Auy51aAw/s320/tracks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303126904181156130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh-EzFI2mI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kJNgKjNY_gk/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh-EzFI2mI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kJNgKjNY_gk/s320/art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303127182125095522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Love by Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;Adventures In Solitude by The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;Furr by Blitzen Trapper&lt;br /&gt;For My Family by The Devil Makes Three&lt;br /&gt;June Eyes by Winterpills&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ask by Grizzly Bear&lt;br /&gt;Blindsided by Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;Not Your Lover by Blitzen Trapper&lt;br /&gt;Handkerchiefs by Winterpills&lt;br /&gt;Black River Killer by Blitzen Trapper&lt;br /&gt;Re: Stacks by Bon Iver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-1859826905233354408?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/1859826905233354408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=1859826905233354408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/1859826905233354408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/1859826905233354408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-gently-as-we-please.html' title='As Gently As We Please'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SZh8zPqMoII/AAAAAAAAAis/PncyQqx0xQk/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-5118613340246110454</id><published>2009-01-22T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:31:25.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2005</title><content type='html'>'andrew and i went walking downtown on saturday. as we were driving through harmony to find a spot i kind of just froze because i saw drew. eh. literally, thinking was optional after that point. i didn't know if i should be excited, pissed off, upset. . . i felt nothing, a big emptiness. we parked in the garage. i prayed we wouldn't run into him because i wouldn't know what to say. we walked to experienced goods. guess who was walking out. i didn't want to hold his stare. i wanted to pretend i didn't know who he was, pretend that i didn't notice him. but i held it and he did a double take and went to hug me even though i was already in andrews arms. i huged him. i don't even care what he said. it was all lies. i'm used to that. ugh. what is it that still tugs at me about him? that nothing happened? that i wish something had? i thought, i'm glad nothing did. i wouldn't be where i am today if it had gone as he wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew chuckled when we walked into the store, 'that must have been awkward.' i wanted to smack him for being funny about it. there was nothing funny about it. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't that funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-5118613340246110454?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/5118613340246110454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=5118613340246110454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5118613340246110454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5118613340246110454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2009/01/november-2005.html' title='November 2005'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-706023253661135045</id><published>2009-01-17T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:53:45.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that Black River, baby, it's as black as sin</title><content type='html'>In the last few weeks and I have been introduced to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitzen Trapper&lt;br /&gt;Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;The Devil Makes Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on a "cowboy" themed playlist and album art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-706023253661135045?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/706023253661135045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=706023253661135045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/706023253661135045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/706023253661135045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-that-black-river-baby-its-as.html' title='You know that Black River, baby, it&apos;s as black as sin'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-3082139876194304044</id><published>2009-01-13T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:40:41.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOL 11/12/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SW1Oq03lf7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Bf1ccI_ae6U/s1600-h/november+023F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SW1Oq03lf7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Bf1ccI_ae6U/s320/november+023F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290971634883461042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SW1O8Xojt_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/tHvH6KM6YTA/s1600-h/november+024F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SW1O8Xojt_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/tHvH6KM6YTA/s320/november+024F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290971936273446898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are in an order that somewhat reflects the order they were played in at the concert.  The first two, and the last one, definitely.  And the last four were their encore as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.] Closer&lt;br /&gt;2.] Crawl&lt;br /&gt;3.] Razz&lt;br /&gt;4.] Charmer&lt;br /&gt;5.] The Bucket&lt;br /&gt;6.] King of the Rodeo&lt;br /&gt;7.] Four Kicks&lt;br /&gt;8.] Molly's Chambers&lt;br /&gt;9.] Sex On Fire&lt;br /&gt;10.] Cold Desert&lt;br /&gt;11.] Slow Night, So Long&lt;br /&gt;12.] My Party&lt;br /&gt;13.] Taper Jean Girl&lt;br /&gt;14.] Revelry&lt;br /&gt;15.] Use Somebody&lt;br /&gt;16.] On Call&lt;br /&gt;17.] Milk&lt;br /&gt;18.] McFearless&lt;br /&gt;19.] Knocked Up&lt;br /&gt;20.] Ragoo&lt;br /&gt;21.] Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;22.] Black Thumbnail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-3082139876194304044?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/3082139876194304044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=3082139876194304044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3082139876194304044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3082139876194304044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2009/01/kol-111208.html' title='KOL 11/12/08'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SW1Oq03lf7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Bf1ccI_ae6U/s72-c/november+023F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-7989964117538629899</id><published>2008-12-13T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:32:11.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something something</title><content type='html'>Back to some real stuff:&lt;br /&gt;I have a mix that I made my friend with album art but am unable to post it at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I thought I'd make note of all the albums that are good albums.  By which I mean, an album that I can listen to the whole way through without wanting to skip any of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - In Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Menomena - Friend and Foe&lt;br /&gt;Alexi Murdoch - Time Without Consequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a list I will keep up with as time goes by.  I'm really going to push myself to listen to more new music because I usually just get stuck in a rut with one or two bands ( as much as I love them ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-7989964117538629899?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/7989964117538629899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=7989964117538629899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7989964117538629899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7989964117538629899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-some-real-stuff-i-have-mix-that.html' title='Something something'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-3656944030459221468</id><published>2008-12-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:11:05.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancel the thing that I said I'd do.  I don't feel comfortable talkin' to you.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe he had the balls to do that.  Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to say it to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's so easy for someone you care about to hurt you so deeply what's the use in getting close to anyone?  I know I don't really believe that but why do they all have to be assholes in the end?  At least that's the story when it comes to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need this.  I'm better than this.  This kid can go follow his dick wherever he wants.  I've got bigger things to worry myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some instant gratification.  But I'm so rusty I don't know if I can actually . . . follow through.  I'm not looking for complications.They're asking for way more than I can give.  I want the smallest of favors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-3656944030459221468?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/3656944030459221468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=3656944030459221468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3656944030459221468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3656944030459221468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/12/cancel-thing-that-i-said-id-do-i-dont.html' title='Cancel the thing that I said I&apos;d do.  I don&apos;t feel comfortable talkin&apos; to you.'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-9075156766053506378</id><published>2008-11-14T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:59:38.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . and some of the day</title><content type='html'>The concert kicked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like that's something I should get out of the way before I. . . Oh wait, I couldn't forget something that AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless, really.  That band has my heart and soul, I tell ya!  They played everything I could ask for except Trani, and I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for California on Sunday.  I can't believe it.  I honestly don't know what to expect, and I kind of like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my portfolio done.  I'm still working on the essay.  And I've got my foot in the door as far as the whole recommendation this is concerned.  Transcripts have been sent out (with much effort).  I think I'm ready to rock it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things?  I've been flattered a few times.  It's nice.  But they are nothing I'm putting any effort into.  Jesus is a dead end.  But that's okay.  It actually works out pretty well that way because now I'm not distracted by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music?  Yeah, covered that with Kings, didn't I?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is news worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Favorite Song:  Manhattan - Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I kinda do like their new album.  It's nothing like what they used to be, but I've come to accept that people, and even bands, change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-9075156766053506378?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/9075156766053506378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=9075156766053506378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/9075156766053506378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/9075156766053506378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-some-of-day.html' title='. . . and some of the day'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-2885411741811030639</id><published>2008-10-21T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:02:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>I'm getting in to all kinds of trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-2885411741811030639?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/2885411741811030639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=2885411741811030639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2885411741811030639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2885411741811030639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/10/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-7245551718385391285</id><published>2008-10-09T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:08:19.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakin' Your Apple Right In My Face</title><content type='html'>Again, Megan is getting herself into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to California next month.  The purpose of the trip is to visit CCA.  But it's also become a vacation.  It's become a vacation where I will be spending most of my time with Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the fact that this kid has my heart.  There is nothing I can do about it.  But it's easier to focus on what I need to get done when I know that he's not here.  That makes sense.  It makes sense that it's better to put hope on him than any other guy around.  Because I know I can't act on it, so there's only so much time I can spend thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've already had a dream about going to see Drew.  And it wasn't rated G.  Ever part of me wants him.  I dare not be cheesy about it.  But honestly, I'm fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I will hopefully be getting together with Judy some time soon.  I'm well over due for a dose of that women's inspiration.  I'm pumped.  I also think I need to send another e-mail to Kevin.  But I'm guessing I'll see him on Sunday at Harvest Fest.  !!!  I can't believe it's that time of year again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( A year ago I payed five dollars for a kiss. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent out my slides.  So nervous.  If anything should happen to them I'm fucked.  I have no copies of these guys.  And I hope the scans come out good enough for my portfolio.  I'll want to touch them up on Photoshop, but honestly I have no idea what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to send out a request for a transcript from Hallmark and one from BUHS as well.  !!! So much to do!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first interview is in Boston the morning after the Kings of Leon concert ( which I'm oh so excited about ).  Which reminds me, I need to call my cousin about staying at her apartment with Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get crafty, too.  I started my polaroids but I'm so nervous to continue.  !!!  I can do this, I know I can.  I bought some painting crayons which I've been looking forward to fooling around with ( that's what she said ).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music?&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Leon ( all the time )&lt;br /&gt;The new album: I can't pin down my feelings about it.  I'll listen to a song and love it.  Then I'll listen to another and be so disappointed.  Manhattan, I Want You, and Cold Desert have my heart.  And of course Sex On Fire has a special place in my heart as well, mostly because it's just so ridiculous.  Other than that?  It depends on what time I woke up in the morning, what I put on, what I had for breakfast . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and sometimes I do wonder how Andrew is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop spending money.  I bought my flannel lined pants, though, and I'm so excited.  I want them to come in TOMORROW!  Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I need to be productive instead of sitting here bobbing my head to Kings and writing down stupid thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-7245551718385391285?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/7245551718385391285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=7245551718385391285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7245551718385391285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7245551718385391285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/10/shaken-your-apple-right-in-my-face.html' title='Shakin&apos; Your Apple Right In My Face'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-8151635098313056928</id><published>2008-09-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:43:28.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus.</title><content type='html'>Megan is getting distracted again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Townie Crush #1 today and with all that's happened in meeting the guys at Alicci's I'm getting overwhelmed.  And I really shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be focusing on art and being creative and finishing projects.  It has to get done.  It just has to or else I'll be so upset with myself.  I know I'm human and we all make mistakes but I really have to stop making excuses for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich was an excuse.  And the more I hear about who he is, not from him, the more I know I can let go of that excuse.  Sex is awesome, no doubt.  But it's far to distracting because I am the kind of person that has a hard time not getting or being attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if 'Jesus' was being more than just friendly, I'm not so sure I should go for it.  Not until I'm done with all the things I really want to do, when this school application thing is behind me.  That way it will just be bonus.  God, I know I'm just flattering myself here thinking this guy has any interest.  But keeping my head clear is my number one concern and I know I need to look out for myself, from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can totally see this 'Taking Woodstock' thing as another distraction.  As well as Kings of Leon.  I'm such an easy target for myself.  Enough bullshit.  Really now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-8151635098313056928?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/8151635098313056928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=8151635098313056928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8151635098313056928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8151635098313056928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus.html' title='Jesus.'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-8771097355495327781</id><published>2008-08-31T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:26:09.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers &amp; Ladybugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLq2jjUm4sI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eJmnoyC1JqY/s1600-h/pie+flowers+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLq2jjUm4sI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eJmnoyC1JqY/s400/pie+flowers+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240701838292345538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLq3X9M1t1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Dgpq-AF1n50/s1600-h/pie+flowers+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLq3X9M1t1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Dgpq-AF1n50/s320/pie+flowers+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240702738592282450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever spent as much time on album artwork as I have with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original cover image is from a shopping bag, with tissue paper glued over it.  All the print was hand written trying to copy the style of Times New Roman.  I just used a pencil and prisma color pencils for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-8771097355495327781?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/8771097355495327781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=8771097355495327781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8771097355495327781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8771097355495327781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Flowers &amp; Ladybugs'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLq2jjUm4sI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eJmnoyC1JqY/s72-c/pie+flowers+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-5254723301240349014</id><published>2008-08-28T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:03:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLd0tkXgf-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/F9hzYSE1Xyg/s1600-h/dannylyon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLd0tkXgf-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/F9hzYSE1Xyg/s400/dannylyon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239785017674072034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Lyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally flattered.  But I'm kind of sketched out.  And as shallow as it is, I kind of don't want Anthony to get the wrong impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be star-struck.  I refuse.  He can't use that as bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone eat my pie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-5254723301240349014?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/5254723301240349014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=5254723301240349014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5254723301240349014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5254723301240349014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/08/danny-lyon-im-totally-flattered.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLd0tkXgf-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/F9hzYSE1Xyg/s72-c/dannylyon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-9186103115262851072</id><published>2008-08-26T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:16:23.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Drew's Camp Song'</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfGNZk0HfWo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could download this video.&lt;br /&gt;And it's weird because moments before I found this video I kind of came to grips with the idea of never hearing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I saw Rich on the sidewalk today and figured I'd say hello, tell him I'd like to get his stuff out of the back of my car sometime.  And when he turned around, the look on his face was one of those 'This is the last person I want to see' face.  And it's stupid because I WOULD leave him alone if I could just get his shit out of my car.  Then all I'd have to say to him if I ever saw him again would be 'Hey', or maybe nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm mad at the guy or that he's mad at me.  We're friendly.  We joke, laugh.  Tell stories.  Whatever.  But I just get the feeling that he thinks I still expect something of him and I really don't.  I really can't expect anything from him.  He can 'do' whatever he wants.  It's not my problem.  I'm slowly learning how to not take it personally.  Gosh, though.  It just makes me want to leave this town even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September should be good.  I'm excited for 'Taking Woodstock', even if I just end up freezing my ass off in the middle of a feild.  The ladies I met yesterday were pretty cool and I have a feeling that a lot of the rest of the peeps will be as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Mick's album art but I'm just too lazy to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the world of music. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooooooooold mix tapes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-9186103115262851072?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/9186103115262851072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=9186103115262851072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/9186103115262851072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/9186103115262851072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/08/drews-camp-song.html' title='&apos;Drew&apos;s Camp Song&apos;'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-1687187809925606234</id><published>2008-07-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:47:26.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the right day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SHjuDRKykZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hoUuaPCEfwQ/s1600-h/twelve+002WC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SHjuDRKykZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hoUuaPCEfwQ/s400/twelve+002WC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222185507851768210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-1687187809925606234?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/1687187809925606234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=1687187809925606234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/1687187809925606234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/1687187809925606234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-right-day.html' title='Not the right day'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SHjuDRKykZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hoUuaPCEfwQ/s72-c/twelve+002WC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-6901016548030290317</id><published>2008-07-12T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:39:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>( &lt;em&gt;In somewhat chronological order&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Take Whatever I Can Get  .  Sara Hickman&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fa Fa  .  Guster&lt;br /&gt;3.  Shackled  .  Vertical Horizon&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lover Lay Down  .  Dave Matthews Band&lt;br /&gt;5.  Soon  .  The Humming&lt;br /&gt;6.  Close Your Eyes  .  Jump Little Children&lt;br /&gt;7.  Demons  .  Guster&lt;br /&gt;8.  Two Points for Honesty  .  Guster&lt;br /&gt;9.  Carparts  .  The Long Winters&lt;br /&gt;10.  It'll Be a Breeze  .  The Long Winters&lt;br /&gt;11.  Coolness By Mistake  .  Sara Hickman&lt;br /&gt;12.  Mona Lisa  .  Guster&lt;br /&gt;13.  The Cedar Room  .  Doves&lt;br /&gt;14.  Cannonball  .  Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;15.  Pounding  .  Doves&lt;br /&gt;16.  Rose Parade  .  Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;17.  Coconut Skins  .  Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;18.  Blizzard of '77  .  Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;19.  Fruit Fly  .  Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;20.  Milk  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;21.  House of Cards  .  Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;22.  Detlef Schrempf  .  Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;23.  Trani (Live In Belgium)  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;24.  Arizona  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Cover Art.  Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-6901016548030290317?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/6901016548030290317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=6901016548030290317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/6901016548030290317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/6901016548030290317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/07/favorites.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-7386006876809998630</id><published>2008-06-01T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:50:51.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 ('It's hard to take risks')</title><content type='html'>I have my headphones in and I'm trying to see things through my Holga.  Just walking around.  I'm not expecting to see him sitting there when I walk around the corner.  We stare.  Stare.  At each other.  And I pass.  I walk by.  I round the corner and have to squat on the pavement to catch my breath.  I pull out my headphones and gasp, get up, turn around, and then turn back.  When I finally get the courage to round the corner again he's headed my way.  Walking right toward me.  We stare.  Stare.  And maybe nod.  I curse under my breath.  I've just rounded the corner twice and I've not kept my promise to myself.  I'm a pansy.  I walk to the parking garage in hopes to glimpse him from above.  But I get a much better view.  I see a bike with a baby blue helmet on the top of the parking garage.  I use my last frame of my Holga on it and then debate sitting there until he comes along thinking I'll just casually glance up from my book to ask him, 'How fast does that thing go?' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait.  I read.  It's windy.  I have to leave soon.  I get up, frustrated with my lack of courage. I figure I'll do a loop around the block before I head to where I'm supposed to be in a half hour.  And there he is.  Again.  Lit from the side by a slightly sinking sun.  I glance this time, I feel, with more purpose and say 'hey' as I pass.  He returns it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ten paces away screaming at myself in my head so loud I almost don't here him ask, 'Hey, what's your name?'&lt;br /&gt;'My name?'&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what I ask.&lt;br /&gt;'Megan.  And yours?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rick.  Rich.  Richard.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'All of them?'  My attempt at being funny.&lt;br /&gt;'Rick.' &lt;br /&gt;He shifts his weight to his feet, since he's sitting, to this interesting lean forward where he outstretches his hand to shake mine.  I notice a tattoo on his right arm.  I've forgotten now, but it's either right above or below the crease of the elbow.&lt;br /&gt;He sits back down to say, 'I've seen you around a lot.  Just thought I'd ask.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah.  You from the area?' Please say yes.&lt;br /&gt;'Guilford. You?'&lt;br /&gt;'I live in Putney.  But I work in town.'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yeah?  Where?'&lt;br /&gt;'Beadniks.' Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I didn't mean to interrupt your walk.'&lt;br /&gt;'Naw, don't worry about it.  No big plans for today.  Spent most of it doing nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;'It's a good day to do nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;'Sure is.'  Sure fucking is. 'See you around.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have asked if he rode a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-7386006876809998630?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/7386006876809998630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=7386006876809998630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7386006876809998630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7386006876809998630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-its-hard-to-take-risks.html' title='3 (&apos;It&apos;s hard to take risks&apos;)'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-5366431828373668461</id><published>2008-05-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:42:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>Kirsty and I are pulling out of the Hannaford parking lot waiting for the light to change.  And as we're sitting there an old Ford truck is going by.  The cab is full but I see a familiar face on the passenger side.  We make eye contact and follow eachother's gaze the whole time the truck passes the front of my car.  We stay that way until we're forced to turn away and there is nothing left to see.  And then it hits me like a gust of wind from a fast moving train.  That was just Casey Sparrow.  What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery man is sitting in Mocha Joe's when I walk in on a break from work.  I know I've seen him before, but I never really looked.  He's a man's version of Caleb ( if only he could sing like him ) with a beard and long hair.  We both can't stop looking at each other while I order my drink and wait for it to be made.  But I had to get back to work.  And I wouldn't just talk through my eyes all afternoon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time, I'm sitting there writing. He walks down the steps in a leather jacket and a helmet in his hands. Mmm. And it's fucking hot out. I shiver. I'm sitted so there is half a wall blocking my view with a part of it cut out so I can keep glancing at him. He must have caught me five or more times. He was talking to everybody. I wanted to talk to him. Beautiful. He was in jeans. And at one point, the whole back of his body was facing me. A man. I just wish I could see his arms. I would probably melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the bars last night I looked for him everywere. But neither were bars I would picture him in. He's too smokey looking for the pounding hip-hop they were playing at the Weathervane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of me wants to see him again. It's like every time we catch the other looking it's a dare to say something. I had this running story going in my head. If he had walked up to my table yesterday, and just said hello, I think I would have flat out told him, 'I think you are the most beautiful person to walk in that door.' And it's not just beauty. He's got my attention. He's mysterious and intrueging. That's everything I want right now. I need it slow. I need it to hit me slowly. I don't want someone all at once. I want to sit with him in a dim lit bar and I want him to tell me about trips he's taken across the country. The crazy women he's been with. The drunk men he's been around. His tattoos. But I want it to last. I want it to last longer than this fucking song. Because it's still playing in my background constantly. Especially thinking of him. Rock. Fucking rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-5366431828373668461?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/5366431828373668461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=5366431828373668461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5366431828373668461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5366431828373668461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-gentlemen.html' title='Two Gentlemen'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-3160406889028732780</id><published>2008-05-21T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:40:35.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trani (Live In Belgium)</title><content type='html'>So it's not the Bonnaroo version.  But it's just as good.&lt;br /&gt;I've mopped myself into a corner with this song.  It is everything I feel right now.  And all I want to do is put it on repeat.  So nothing else seems to fit.  It's like how my left foot seems to be expanding (gross, I know) so that only one pair of shoes feels good at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also should stop listening to it because his voice just does something weird to me.  Of course the music makes me want to rock my head and shoulder uncontrolably and force my knees to buckle or jerk.  But that voice is almost daring me to do things I wouldn't dream of doing sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, it's like someone running their tongue over your lips.  It's too fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to swear that this will be the last time that I listen to it.  But I can't.  I'm addicted.  This song has become my way of life at the moment and I'm holding on to with with everything I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-3160406889028732780?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/3160406889028732780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=3160406889028732780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3160406889028732780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3160406889028732780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/05/trani-live-in-belgium.html' title='Trani (Live In Belgium)'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-668899426410762232</id><published>2008-05-13T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:44:03.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SCpD3CFrBKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wMhdjX9LRjY/s1600-h/ten+003w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SCpD3CFrBKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wMhdjX9LRjY/s400/ten+003w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200043332485186722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-668899426410762232?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/668899426410762232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=668899426410762232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/668899426410762232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/668899426410762232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/05/boston-1.html' title='Boston 1.'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SCpD3CFrBKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/wMhdjX9LRjY/s72-c/ten+003w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-2108603141985623169</id><published>2008-05-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:27:15.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Nights</title><content type='html'>( Best when served Shuffled )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness Is A Warm Gun  .  The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Camaro  .  Kings Of Leon&lt;br /&gt;Narc  .  Interpol&lt;br /&gt;My Party  .  Kings Of Leon&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Babies  .  Dishwalla&lt;br /&gt;Hear You Me  .  Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;Camouflage  .  Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;The Red Summer Sun  .  Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;Hit the Plane Down  .  Pavement&lt;br /&gt;Dedroom Dancing  .  Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Publish My Love  .  Rogue Wave&lt;br /&gt;The Party Song  .  Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;Tell Her Tonight  .  Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Show  .  The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Bodysnatchers  .  Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Carry The Zero  .  Built To Spill&lt;br /&gt;Circles  .  Incubus&lt;br /&gt;You Got Me  .  VHS Or Beta&lt;br /&gt;Bliss  .  Moby&lt;br /&gt;Natural Blues  .  Moby&lt;br /&gt;If Things Were Perfect  .  Moby&lt;br /&gt;Doin' Time  .  Sublime&lt;br /&gt;Untitled  .  Interpol&lt;br /&gt;Blankest Year  .  Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;Red Morning Light  .  Kings Of Leon&lt;br /&gt;Talk To Me  .  Stevie Nicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-2108603141985623169?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/2108603141985623169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=2108603141985623169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2108603141985623169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2108603141985623169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-nights.html' title='Hot Nights'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-3159677269978421527</id><published>2008-05-06T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:22:38.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>( best if shuffled )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Toes  .  Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Razor  .  Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;Sofa Song  .  The Kooks&lt;br /&gt;New Girl  .  Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;In The Mirror  .  Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;New Born  .  Muse&lt;br /&gt;Catform  .  Rogue Wave&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo of the Sun  .  Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;Island One the Coast  .  Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;Stacked Actors  .  Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;The Execution of All Things  .  Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Where Have All The Rude Boys Gone  .  Ted Leo and The Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Swing, swing  .  The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Muscle'n Flo  .  Menomena&lt;br /&gt;Fans  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;Situations  .  Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Faster  .  Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;Charmer  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;Genius  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;Gold  .  Stevie Nicks and ?  ( off of Enchanted )&lt;br /&gt;Castles Made Of Sand  .  Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;My Iron Lung  .  Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;Weightless  .  Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;Twin Cinema  .  The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;Doing Nothing  .  Of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Velvet Snow  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;My Rights Versus Yours  .  The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;Soft  .  Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;Truckers Atlas  .  Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;New World  . Leroy&lt;br /&gt;Narcolespy  .  Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;I see The Sun  .  Tommy Henriksen&lt;br /&gt;Use It  .  The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;Gold Soundz  .  Pavements&lt;br /&gt;Here Goes Something  .  Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;The Way You Wear Your Head  .  Nada Surf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-3159677269978421527?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/3159677269978421527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=3159677269978421527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3159677269978421527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3159677269978421527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-3798832202102558701</id><published>2008-04-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:06:25.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am beyond effort at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-3798832202102558701?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/3798832202102558701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=3798832202102558701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3798832202102558701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3798832202102558701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-beyond-effort-at-this-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-8419728932505625174</id><published>2008-04-10T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:57:52.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3,000 miles</title><content type='html'>I have a bruise on my leg that you will never see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-8419728932505625174?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/8419728932505625174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=8419728932505625174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8419728932505625174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8419728932505625174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/04/3000-miles.html' title='3,000 miles'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-5405056979496336894</id><published>2008-04-03T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:58:34.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>This is like a very very bad dream that you can't wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they really discontinuing polaroid film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't truly be happening just as I'm reaching the begining of a project using the bloody film.  Oh life will never be the same.  I want to go and cry now.  I have a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-5405056979496336894?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/5405056979496336894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=5405056979496336894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5405056979496336894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5405056979496336894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-2326790640999086007</id><published>2008-03-21T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:37:48.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the works</title><content type='html'>Just so it's known, I'm working on a playlist/mix cd at the moment.  Hopefully it will turn out as good as I want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to make a note of two amazing albums I've been enjoying lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Descended Like Vultures by Rogue Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R-R5JZ5hPJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-S_WZpMR1UE/s1600-h/roguewave.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R-R5JZ5hPJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-S_WZpMR1UE/s320/roguewave.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180398673860836498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kind of remind me of Nada Surf/Elliot Smith/The Decemberists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Because Of The Times - Kings of Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R-R5jp5hPKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jXg-67u3K3Y/s1600-h/kingsofleon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R-R5jp5hPKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jXg-67u3K3Y/s320/kingsofleon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180399124832402594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Kings of Leon, but with a hint of Doves/Radiohead/U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-2326790640999086007?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/2326790640999086007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=2326790640999086007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2326790640999086007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2326790640999086007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-works.html' title='In the works'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R-R5JZ5hPJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-S_WZpMR1UE/s72-c/roguewave.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-8081932749749077537</id><published>2008-03-20T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:26:49.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I can't do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-8081932749749077537?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/8081932749749077537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=8081932749749077537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8081932749749077537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/8081932749749077537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-5196843509900416687</id><published>2008-03-14T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:56:14.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Stomach</title><content type='html'>I have a whole entire ten dollar meal that I took two sips and on bite out of sitting in my fridge.  Gotta love the last minute meet-ups.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words for how easy this was for me.  The next step is the challenge.  Isn't that the truth in everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for that playlist . . . you should all just listen to In Rainbows, the new Radiohead album.  That's a perfect arrangement.  There isn't anything I could or would do to it.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-5196843509900416687?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/5196843509900416687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=5196843509900416687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5196843509900416687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/5196843509900416687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-whole-entire-ten-dollar-meal.html' title='Empty Stomach'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-2682836504941413309</id><published>2008-03-13T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:11:36.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'take care, and untill soon, Juanjo'</title><content type='html'>Let's just say that I got an e-mail back.  Let's just say he hinted at being able to see me.  Let's just say that I was okay with that.  Let's just say that I'm doing something I've only done once before; putting myself out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, cute face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.  I promise there's a playlist coming soon.  I don't want this to become some cheesy romance blog like some average livejournal or something (Like anyone is reading this. However, it gives me peace of mind if I mention it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-2682836504941413309?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/2682836504941413309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=2682836504941413309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2682836504941413309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2682836504941413309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-just-say-that-i-got-e-mail-back.html' title='&apos;take care, and untill soon, Juanjo&apos;'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-2907651072732914098</id><published>2008-03-06T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:35:54.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're trying to smoke here",</title><content type='html'>is what my mom said when she handed the phone to me.  Of course Alyssa heard.  And she wanted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sounding like the begining of a bad movie.  And downstairs I hear my Dad is still watching 'The Science of Sleep'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wanted to type was because I made my third attempt to make contact and this time I think it went through.  It's too early to have such high hopes though.  I should know that by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the girl I used to be.  I don't want to be mean.  Is this mean?  Should I feel guilty?  I try to convince myself that I shouldn't.  But I still do.  Like I said to Joe, I don't want it to be another ten years until we talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.  Now that I think about it, I'm waiting to hear from three guys and the only person who has responded to me is the first girl I ever had a crush on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-2907651072732914098?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/2907651072732914098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=2907651072732914098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2907651072732914098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/2907651072732914098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-trying-to-smoke-here.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re trying to smoke here&quot;,'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-7052612163789974336</id><published>2008-03-03T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:17:20.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason For Red</title><content type='html'>Sally had said that I'd meet a lot of guys since I was working in retail. I tried to stress the fact that it's a 'bead store', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attracting&lt;/span&gt; mostly middle-age women, with rich husbands, that are bored and need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been working there for a little over a year and there have only been two times where a really interesting guy has walked in. I would say that's not too bad considering the common &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clientele&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Recent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;close to 3:00 pm, March 3rd 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked about 'Native Beads', or at least I think he asked about beads. The way he said the word 'native', though, sounded like it belonged to a woman's anatomy. He spoke very fast, which apparently is common in Chilean Spanish. Did I mention he's from Chile? That comes later.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say that when I saw him walk in I knew I had seen him in the store before, but no other memory came to mind. He was wearing a hat. But it looked like he either had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or a mullet from the looks of it. I caught a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; of his Mount Snow ski pass or instructor pass or whatever pass and apparently when he became employed there he had a shaved head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a thin, gentle face to go with a long lean body. Backpack. Bright blue jacket. I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; much else. Except that he bought paper lantern string lights that had little dragon flies on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to point out that today was a day that I decided I wouldn't wear a bra.  I didn't put on any make-up, which I've been doing a lot lately.  And my hair was nothing spectacular.  I guess girls only expect to be noticed when they are having a {perfect} moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was back and forth. I mentioned that he should probably come in on a day that Brian works so he could ask him a few more questions regarding any native beads and such. I gave him our business card, he gave me his e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm issuing myself the "Three Day Agreement", as I guess I should call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Juanjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll give you and e-mail.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-7052612163789974336?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/7052612163789974336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=7052612163789974336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7052612163789974336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7052612163789974336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason-for-red.html' title='A Reason For Red'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-1427897929246113044</id><published>2008-02-17T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:01:06.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The History Books Forgot About Us</title><content type='html'>No Cover Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayna:&lt;br /&gt;1. So Far Away . Nine Days&lt;br /&gt;2. New Day . Kate Havnevik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa:&lt;br /&gt;3. No More I Love You's . Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;4. Samson . Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe:&lt;br /&gt;5. A Man/Me/Then Jim . Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;6. Hallelujah . Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick:&lt;br /&gt;7. Rose Parade . Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;8. Grace Cathedral Hill . The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew:&lt;br /&gt;9. Bleed To Love Her . Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;10. Let's Dance . M. Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally:&lt;br /&gt;11. Motorcycle Drive By . Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;12. Coconut Skins . Damien Rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-1427897929246113044?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/1427897929246113044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=1427897929246113044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/1427897929246113044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/1427897929246113044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/02/history-books-forgot-about-us.html' title='The History Books Forgot About Us'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-4354380786120988724</id><published>2008-02-14T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:23:23.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix Made In Heaven</title><content type='html'>Cover Art:  A book turned into a box.  I think the book was called "Giants in the Earth' or something like that.  It was green.  On the inside I put the postcards.  One of a woman in a white dress standing in front of a table that had a full martini glass of wine in perfect line with her hips, giving the illusion that she was naked. The second was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R7TLOXuNiZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lX7gp8YWnO0/s1600-h/url.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R7TLOXuNiZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lX7gp8YWnO0/s320/url.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166978120247249298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the box was my self portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R7TLqHuNiaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WKhyaCYf190/s1600-h/bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R7TLqHuNiaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WKhyaCYf190/s320/bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166978596988619170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track List:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Wonderwall . Oasis&lt;br /&gt;2.  She's A Superstar . The Verve&lt;br /&gt;3.  Crazy Life . Toad The Wet Sprocket&lt;br /&gt;4.  Daysleeper . R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Dead Melodies . Beck&lt;br /&gt;6.  Peer Pressure . Jon Brion&lt;br /&gt;7.  Strings That Tie To You . Jon Brion&lt;br /&gt;8.  It'll Be A Breeze . The Long Winters&lt;br /&gt;9.  Such Great Heights . Iron and Wine&lt;br /&gt;10.  Phone Call . Jon Brion&lt;br /&gt;11.  I Wonder . The Willowz&lt;br /&gt;12.  Honey And The Moon . Joseph Arthur&lt;br /&gt;13.  Fair . Remy Zero&lt;br /&gt;14.  Morning Song For Sally . Nanci Griffith&lt;br /&gt;15.  Nightswimming . R.E.M.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime . Beck&lt;br /&gt;17.  M62 Song . Doves&lt;br /&gt;18.  New Slang . The Shins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days away from the biggest 'couples' day of the year was our biggest day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R7TNO3uNibI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bFYfq41wQkE/s1600-h/467403363_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R7TNO3uNibI/AAAAAAAAAPc/bFYfq41wQkE/s320/467403363_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166980327860439474" 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/8963150922552780373-4354380786120988724?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/4354380786120988724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=4354380786120988724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4354380786120988724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4354380786120988724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/02/mix-made-in-heaven.html' title='Mix Made In Heaven'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R7TLOXuNiZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lX7gp8YWnO0/s72-c/url.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-3832994984239024703</id><published>2008-02-09T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:10:09.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a bad idea to go out in the snow . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R65co3uNiKI/AAAAAAAAANU/oMNVXnkvs6w/s1600-h/winter01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165167679862835362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R65co3uNiKI/AAAAAAAAANU/oMNVXnkvs6w/s400/winter01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then again, maybe not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-3832994984239024703?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/3832994984239024703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=3832994984239024703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3832994984239024703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/3832994984239024703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-was-bad-idea-to-go-out-in-snow.html' title='It was a bad idea to go out in the snow . . .'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R65co3uNiKI/AAAAAAAAANU/oMNVXnkvs6w/s72-c/winter01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-4154131974529182033</id><published>2008-02-05T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:29:03.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt My Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R6kJTOnwrCI/AAAAAAAAANM/ijDU2XWwTMw/s1600-h/first+download+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163668673704012834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R6kJTOnwrCI/AAAAAAAAANM/ijDU2XWwTMw/s400/first+download+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Drew Jacobson-Mohr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Cissy Strut . Meters &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Bold As Love . The Jimi Hendrix Experience&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Let's Get Known . The Unicorns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Trani . Kings of Leon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. When The Sung Goes Down . Arctic Monkeys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Evil Will Prevail . The Flamming Lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Time Trap . Built To Spill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Twin Falls . Built To Spill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Some . Built To Spill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. The Abandoned Hospital Ship . The Flamming Lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. No Other One . Weezer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Joker And The Thief . Wolfmother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Silence Kit . Pavement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Tangled Up In Plaid . Queens Of The Stoneage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. El Scorcho . Weezer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. She Said, She Said . The Black Keys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. We're Going To Be Friends . The White Stripes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Inoculate the Innocuous . The Unicorns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. The Pelican . Menomena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-4154131974529182033?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/4154131974529182033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=4154131974529182033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4154131974529182033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4154131974529182033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2008/02/melt-my-face.html' title='Melt My Face'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/R6kJTOnwrCI/AAAAAAAAANM/ijDU2XWwTMw/s72-c/first+download+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-7991395488297578454</id><published>2007-10-04T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:27:36.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To Sleep, Matthew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cover Art:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/RwW5xPLU9WI/AAAAAAAAANA/D-ZUVenmz94/s1600-h/1168457508_4751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/RwW5xPLU9WI/AAAAAAAAANA/D-ZUVenmz94/s400/1168457508_4751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117700807115208034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photograph by Nan Goldin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.)   Far From Grace - Doves&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Umi Says - Mos Def&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Little Star - Stina Nordenstam&lt;br /&gt;4.)  The Wonderful Future - Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Slow Motion (Instrumental) - Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;6.)  Everything's Not Lost - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;7.)  That I Would Be Good - Alanis Morissette&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Belle - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;9.)  Pink Moon - Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Cannonball - Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;11.)  Angeles - Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;12.)  Eli, The Barrowboy - The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;13.)  The Beauty Of The Rain (Concert Recording) - Dar Williams&lt;br /&gt;14.)  Rose Parade - Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;15.)  Let's Dance - M. Ward&lt;br /&gt;16.)  Passenger Seat - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;17.)  Quan L'aura Doussa S'amarzis - L'ensemble Cercamon&lt;br /&gt;18.)  Old Piano - Frou Frou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8963150922552780373-7991395488297578454?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/7991395488297578454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=7991395488297578454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7991395488297578454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/7991395488297578454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-to-sleep-matthew.html' title='Go To Sleep, Matthew'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/RwW5xPLU9WI/AAAAAAAAANA/D-ZUVenmz94/s72-c/1168457508_4751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-4501101355501070517</id><published>2007-10-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:26:20.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Track List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.)  A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;2.)  All Is A Game - Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Made To Heal - Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Darkness - Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;5.)  California One Youth And Beauty Brigade - The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;6.)  Happier - Guster&lt;br /&gt;7.)  Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Remind Me - Röyksopp&lt;br /&gt;9.)  Ordinary People - John Legend&lt;br /&gt;10.)  Walking In Memphis - Marc Cohn&lt;br /&gt;11.)  Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You - Stevie Nicks&lt;br /&gt;12.)  2:45 A.M. - Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;13.)  Fruit Fly - Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;14.)  Learning To Fly - Tom Petty&lt;br /&gt;15.)  More Adventurous - Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;16.)  You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;17.)  Saeglopur - Sigur Rós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover Art:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Kingdom, 1992 by Martin Parr with caption that reads "We keep buying things thinking 'that'll look better' and it just doesn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar Photograph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/RwW2rPLU9UI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xX8yB7a0-uA/s1600-h/parr02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/RwW2rPLU9UI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xX8yB7a0-uA/s400/parr02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117697405501109570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( for more information about Martin Parr, click &lt;a href="http://www.martinparr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-4501101355501070517?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/4501101355501070517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=4501101355501070517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4501101355501070517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4501101355501070517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming.html' title='The Homecoming'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/RwW2rPLU9UI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xX8yB7a0-uA/s72-c/parr02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-9134095068018918628</id><published>2007-09-26T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:16:33.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 am</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you lost your best friend?  Lost them in the worst way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waking up to questions like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I want back to sleep and didn't wake up for another three hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-9134095068018918628?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/9134095068018918628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=9134095068018918628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/9134095068018918628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/9134095068018918628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2007/09/7-am.html' title='7 am'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963150922552780373.post-4906065384411692805</id><published>2007-09-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:02:09.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures?  I wish I had pictures.  I realized today that two years ago I was probably looking at more pictures every day than in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I enjoy hiking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8963150922552780373-4906065384411692805?l=bitsfluids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/feeds/4906065384411692805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8963150922552780373&amp;postID=4906065384411692805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4906065384411692805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8963150922552780373/posts/default/4906065384411692805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitsfluids.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures-i-wish-i-had-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oo25ZoSHkrg/SLKxL9--rpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3riY96Rv79w/S220/OA+004F.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
