<?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-6976017926348622150</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:36:37.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-2600208823482975263</id><published>2010-06-13T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:14:58.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test post</title><content type='html'>test post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-2600208823482975263?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2600208823482975263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=2600208823482975263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2600208823482975263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2600208823482975263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2010/06/test-post.html' title='test post'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-3948555466929142508</id><published>2009-08-25T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:44:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This ad has been showing up on Canadian Airwaves this month.  It is too good to not share with my American friends!  I find it so inspiring and energizing.  It send chills up my spine every time I see it.  After watching it twice in a row on youtube, I was teary-eyed.  A third time yielded real teardrops.  It's amazing, and I love how it shows the power of hope and the human spirit in the face of tremendous adversity and once-bleak prospects.  Each person in the ad is telling his or her own story: some are directly affected by illness, some are family members, and others are doctors, nurses, and researchers.  Regardless, they have pulled together to help each other through it all, and that is something we can all do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Az1l3NLULc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Az1l3NLULc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an estimated one in three people to be diagnosed with cancer in our lifetime, it is something that all of us will likely have to pull together on at some point, in one role or another.   Hope is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music choice was so appropriate - Verve's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bittersweet Symphony&lt;/span&gt;.  Illness and loss are two of life's most bitter experiences, but through them, our capacity to understand and appreciate life's sweet moments is increased.  One girl's story, "Cancer took my leg, but not my life", emphasizes this.  Loss is part of life, and mourning those losses is an important step, but focusing on the good that remains will ultimately further our healing from loss and deepen our capacity for joy and appreciation of life and its sweet moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-3948555466929142508?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3948555466929142508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=3948555466929142508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3948555466929142508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3948555466929142508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-ad-has-been-showing-up-on-canadian.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-5975026555127486610</id><published>2009-07-21T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:40:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and Physcis</title><content type='html'>First off, let me alert you that if you haven't seen the new Harry Potter movie yet, you might not want to read on.  I'm not going to reveal any huge plot twists or anything (and really, they're in the books anyway...), it will actually be quite insignificant, but if you like to be completely, totally, wonderfully surprised when you watch movies, this would be a good time to stop reading.  Also, if, upon reading the title, you think that I might be about to discuss the intricate physical phenomena of levitation, apparition, spells, charms, etc., I'm sorry to inform you that you will be disappointed.  There is just one small part that caught my eye...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw HP6 this week, and it was great!  I went with some friends who are also a little obsessed (in a good way!) with the books and movies, so it was lots of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so, on to the physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point near the beginning of the film, the Death Eaters are flying around London, causing havoc here and there.  Nasty people, those Death Eaters.  At one point, they began flying next to a suspension bridge that spans the Thames.  The bridge started swaying back and forth and twisting, more and more violently until it snapped and collapsed.  As this was happening, it reminded me of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge Disaster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5j20NSFNcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5j20NSFNcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there are a great many more videos on youtube about this bridge collapse, but I just chose the shortest one :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically (according to my physics professor), the wind gusting through the narrows (down the river, hitting the bridge), was not only powerful, but the gusts also occurred at a frequency that happened to be a resonance frequency of the bridge.  This is the same principle that makes crystal shatter when a loud, high frequency noise (like a soprano's high note, lol) is sung.  Instead of a glass, though, the bridge itself was resonating, and the strain caused it's collapse.  Which is pretty cool, despite the destruction that it caused (for those who may be wondering, no person was killed or injured on the Tacoma Narrows collapse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so while watching the HP, and seeing the Death Eaters' flight around the bridge cause it to tremble, twist, bend, and eventually collapse, my thoughts wandered slightly, and I thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, those Death Eaters must be flying at exactly the resonance frequency of the bridge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying it now... I am a physics geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-5975026555127486610?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5975026555127486610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=5975026555127486610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5975026555127486610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5975026555127486610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-physcis.html' title='Harry Potter and Physcis'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4201516922952029532</id><published>2009-07-20T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:50:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Joy</title><content type='html'>Well, my somewhat firm resolve to stop posting silly videos in lieu of actual posts has broken.  Partly because I don't have too much to say, and partly because I think these next couple flicks are hilarious.  And you all deserve a dose of hilarity in your days.  Who am I to deny you that joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved watching the Muppet Show when I was little.  I think, of all the members of our family, I loved it the most.  I figure this to be true since I have memories of whining to keep the channel on the Muppet Show, and no one supported me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it just occurred to me that that may have had nothing to do with their love for the Muppets, but rather with their disdain for my whining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason to love the Muppets is that they can take something serious or stuffy, like classical music, and make it accessible to more people.  Exhibit A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that the violin caught on fire... that is some intense friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great aspect of the Muppets is their ability to take cultural pieces and bring them to people of other nations.  Exhibit B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCbuRA_D3KU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCbuRA_D3KU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that anyone who has played that song umpteen times in band will find that funny.   I also love how Animal only seems to know the first few words: "Oh Danny Boy... oh... boy...".  Which, can probably be said of a lot of people. "Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.... um... Danny... Boy...something &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;."  The words to the song really are beautiful, but I never would have known them if hadn't had a CD that happened to have that song on it.  Funny how that happens.  But we (as band people) can't be blamed - our job is to play notes, not sing words, and adding the words to our music would only cause confusion and missed cues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4201516922952029532?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4201516922952029532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4201516922952029532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4201516922952029532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4201516922952029532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-joy.html' title='Oh, Joy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-7746446854126389396</id><published>2009-07-14T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:37:34.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>As Teagan was kind enough to point out to me today, it's been two weeks since a post!  Whoops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been an ok day, I had a biochemistry midterm this morning that was a little rougher than I'd like, but I think overall it went alright, and one can always hope for a grade curve. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This course is a 3-credit class science class, all crammed in to 3 1/2 weeks.  The pace is definitely up!  But I think it's just like tearing off a bandaid - sometimes it hurts less to get it done quickly, rather than dragging it out (the danger in this analogy is that, when applied to learning, it makes the lecture schedule a nightmare, assignment pace atrocious, and labs... every afternoon).  It's going alright, though, so I can't complain about the course.  About my lab partner, maybe, but... not about the course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I think I might start a writing project: a guide manual for science students on how to best irritate their lab partners.  Given the extent of experience I have in this area (many times being the annoyed, and possibly also the annoyee on occasion ;) ), I'm sure I could have enough material for a great book (or at least a pamphlet).  But that's only if I get really ambitious, which is not likely to happen, so... this guide will probably stay on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some rough work so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Title:  How to Annoy, Frustrate, and Drive your Lab Partner to Tears by Your Incompetence (She Didn't Actually Want to Pass This Class Anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be sure to show up to lab without having read the procedure beforehand.  Reading is for losers, and you wouldn't want to show that kind of weakness.  The *true* mark of a good student is being able to do experiments on the fly (even if this may mean having to repeat them when you add the wrong reagents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In fact, don't even print out the lab procedure before coming to class.  Having only one copy to work off of makes it much easier when both people need to be doing different parts of the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marking glassware with a Sharpie makes clean-up a snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When holding a slide with neurotoxin on it, be sure to hold it over your lab partner's laptop so that when you space out and drop it, the liquid dribbles on to the keyboard.  This is especially effective if you space out so much that you don't notice you have dropped the sample until your lab partner starts cleaning it up (yes, it was neurotoxin, but it was in its polymer form, so it wasn't dangerous.  So I've been told... *twitch*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Every so often, leave the lab without explanation for 20 or so minutes.  While some lab procedures may leave you with down time while you wait for reactions to be completed, leaving during such times is almost expected.  For maximum effect, leave the lab right before a complicated, time-sensitive procedure that can't wait needs to be done.  Your lab partner will LOVE doing the work of two people herself.  Come back at the next lull time, but don't offer any explanation as to where you might have been.  Guessing games are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this will evolve as time goes on... and previously-repressed memories come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, any and all input from fellow students from their own experiences will be appreciated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-7746446854126389396?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7746446854126389396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=7746446854126389396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7746446854126389396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7746446854126389396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-5378429758419403288</id><published>2009-06-30T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:38:33.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerned Children's Advertisers Strike Again</title><content type='html'>Maybe one of these days I'll stop posting videos of commercials I see on tv.  Maybe one of these days, commercials will stop making me laugh hard enough to want to post them.  Maybe one of these days, I'll just stop watching tv.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xBEPyCzRTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xBEPyCzRTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the music - it reminds me of Copland's Rodeo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-5378429758419403288?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5378429758419403288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=5378429758419403288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5378429758419403288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5378429758419403288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/06/concerned-childrens-advertisers-strike.html' title='Concerned Children&apos;s Advertisers Strike Again'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-6757865766861479129</id><published>2009-06-30T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:28:00.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Break</title><content type='html'>So, I'm writing this, not because I'm taking a study break, but because it's about something that happened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; a study break.  I had a calculus final last Friday (and I am SO glad it's over!  But that's another post... that I may or may not ever get around to writing), and spent all of Thursday in my room cramming.  I started around 10:00 in the morning, and paused for some snacks here and there, but around 4:00, I decided that I needed to get outside for some exercise.  This, of course, meant that I had to change out of my pyjamas.  But I didn't want to put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much effort in to this, so I pulled on my gym shorts (ah, the Hart) and one of my bigger t-shirts (you know, the kind you wear to lounge around your house instead of out to the movies).  Anyway, I set out for a walk/run through the neighbourhood, and it was really nice to get outside.  It was a pretty warm day, so I was sweating in no time (not to mention my lack of physical fitness, haha).  After a while, I realized that the people I was passing on the street were  giving me some funny looks.  I kept wogging (walk-jogging), and it kept happening.  Finally I pieced it all together.  The t-shirt I had happened to throw on is from my favourite bakery in Rexburg: The Cocoa Bean (they make the most amazing cupcakes and I miss them much more than is probably healthy).  The t-shirt is red and looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Skr_D3mF5fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WMM6-zrnd74/s1600-h/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Skr_D3mF5fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WMM6-zrnd74/s400/DSCN0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353371549011666418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I realized that, from their perspective they see a pale, sweaty, out-of-breath girl wogging down the street, wearing an "I heart Cupcakes" shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure at least one of them thought: "Well, there's your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; problem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ha ha ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, also related to study breaks....  As much as living at home may not be my ideal situation right now, I have to admit that it's really, really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; nice when you're cramming away far into the evening and your mom knocks on your door and asks if you'd like her to make you a snack, coming back minutes later with a bowl full of fresh fruit on which to munch.  Thanks, mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-6757865766861479129?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6757865766861479129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=6757865766861479129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6757865766861479129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6757865766861479129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/06/study-break.html' title='Study Break'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Skr_D3mF5fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WMM6-zrnd74/s72-c/DSCN0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-6021166000027349277</id><published>2009-06-21T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:25:04.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm not trying to turn you all in to couch potatoes - really!  I promise!  But another funny ad came on today, and since it's Canadian, many of you may have NEVER seen it before.  This is a tragedy, and evidently, I need to share it with you.  More than one Canadian kid has, at some point or another, wanted a house hippo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBfi8OEz0rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBfi8OEz0rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best PSAs ever.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-6021166000027349277?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6021166000027349277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=6021166000027349277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6021166000027349277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6021166000027349277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-im-not-trying-to-turn-you-all-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-7372038124833788398</id><published>2009-06-17T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:37:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: video</title><content type='html'>also, I noticed that when I'm using tabs in Firefox, "YouTube" is shortened to "YouTub", which, considering it's being read by people who are spending wayyy too much time watching stupid videos on the internet, is probably a very appropiate statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-7372038124833788398?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7372038124833788398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=7372038124833788398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7372038124833788398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7372038124833788398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/06/re-video.html' title='Re: video'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4978537359702765012</id><published>2009-06-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:21:49.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So cute!</title><content type='html'>Alright, every time this ad comes on, it makes me so happy.  I realize that perhaps it's a little strange to get so much joy out of 30 seconds of video designed to get me to buy gum, but... I can't help it.  If you haven't seen this ad yet, you need to check it out.  Actually, check it out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIdsVGJLES4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIdsVGJLES4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just so cute!  I love the coffee cup at 0:14 - he's just sitting there, swinging his legs like he's  so excited to be going for a car ride.  Not to mention the fact that they got all buckled in and everything -safety first!  And then they helped each other up the stairs.  So, so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4978537359702765012?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4978537359702765012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4978537359702765012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4978537359702765012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4978537359702765012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-cute.html' title='So cute!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-1634808451970000434</id><published>2009-06-12T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:02:49.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes (but no death!)</title><content type='html'>So, I just finished putting together my tax paperwork for last year.  Since I was in the US for pretty much all of the year, I only had US taxes to file.  Now, before anyone looks at their calendar, realizes that it is several weeks past April 15th, and has a minor heart attack on my behalf - don't worry!  Since I'm no longer in the country, I have an extension.  Until June 15th.  Which is Monday.  But I didn't leave it to the last minute - I have a whole 2 days until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after finding my W-2 and 1042-S forms (I had put them in a "safe place" when I moved; a place so safe, I couldn't find them even when I wanted to), I got to work.  Line 17, Box 2, add, deduct, etc.  And I eventually found that I did, indeed, owe taxes on part of my income from last year: 9 dollars in taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I'm certainly glad it's not any higher.  On the other hand, it seems a little silly to have to pay such a small amount (I checked for any way out of it since the total was so small, but only when your total tax owed equals less than one dollar are you exempt from paying).  So, Monday morning, I will head to the post office and file my taxes, along with a cheque for $9.  The government certainly seems to want it.  But I wonder what they'll do with it?  What can the government of the United States of America buy with $9?&lt;br /&gt;Some options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nine packages of 10 HB #2 pencils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one mousepad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one tenth of a office chair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one fifteenth of a pothole repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 minutes of a defense attorney's time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;half of one person's business lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 gallons of jet fuel for Air Force One (yes, I checked the price of jet fuel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In reality, the nine dollars will probably not be enough to pay the poor soul at the IRS who will process the paperwork.  But it's still fun to imagine what to do with $9.  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-1634808451970000434?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1634808451970000434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=1634808451970000434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/1634808451970000434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/1634808451970000434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/06/taxes-but-no-death.html' title='Taxes (but no death!)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-767761503007137011</id><published>2009-04-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:13:02.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you, Teags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SeHoxbksyvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PCen1GK6NOM/s1600-h/27"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SeHoxbksyvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PCen1GK6NOM/s400/27" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323792170441558770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at the Subway by Sonic in Rexburg.  We stopped by to grab a bite to eat, and noticed that they charge for water.  27 cents.  Not 25, not 30.  27.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-767761503007137011?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/767761503007137011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=767761503007137011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/767761503007137011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/767761503007137011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-ones-for-you-teags.html' title='This one&apos;s for you, Teags'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SeHoxbksyvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PCen1GK6NOM/s72-c/27' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-6647229362336359142</id><published>2009-04-05T11:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:18:11.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Some of my favourite thoughts from conference this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Righteousness is measured not by our temptations, but by our resistance to them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Robert D. Hales)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reverence&lt;/span&gt; invites &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Margaret S. Lifferth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;The sacrament meeting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;begins with the prelude music&lt;/span&gt;, not the opening prayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Margaret S. Lifferth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don’t underestimate the power and influence that the youth in the church can have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Michael A. Nieder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great time to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Allan F. Packer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can build again &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(D. Todd Christofferson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;We need to take care of each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(D. Todd Christofferson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We cannot expect life to always be perfect &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Henry B. Eyring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Life is not meant to be fair or equal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Henry B. Eyring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things will work out&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Henry B. Eyring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tragedy does not have to erode faith – it can strengthen it  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Henry B. Eyring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We need to learn to recognize and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help those in need&lt;/span&gt;, even when we may need it more than they  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Henry B. Eyring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our lives are examples to others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Quentin L. Cook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Our prayers can be enhanced with the use of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fasting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Russell M. Nelson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The road to eternal life is not a sprint, but a path of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;endurance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Dieter F. Uchtdorf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spiritual growth requires &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;participation&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not spectatorship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dieter F. Uchtdorf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change is&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt; part of life’s experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Steven E. Snow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Be cheerful and optimistic  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Steven E. Snow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Learn to laugh&lt;/span&gt; – it will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enrich&lt;/span&gt; your life, as well as the lives of those around you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Steven E. Snow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The time is far spent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Barbara Thompson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We need to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; opportunity to strengthen our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Barbara Thompson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because Jesus walked His path alone, we do not have to walk ours alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Jeffrey R. Holland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Part of mortality is to be tried, but another part of it is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;have joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(President Monson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The future is as bright as your faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(President Monson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget yourself&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dallin H. Oaks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We cannot do great things, we can only do small things with great love &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Mother Theresa, quoted by Dallin H. Oaks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Turn your homes toward the temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Gary E. Stevenson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; that leads us to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good is from God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(José A. Teixeira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;May your homes be filled with harmony and love  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thomas S. Monson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-6647229362336359142?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6647229362336359142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=6647229362336359142' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6647229362336359142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6647229362336359142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference-weekend.html' title='Conference Weekend!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4530277588309719619</id><published>2009-04-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:45:05.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Dump Cake</title><content type='html'>I made a very tasty cake this weekend, and I thought I'd share the recipe... and the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the recipe from Mrs. Oliver in Nachitoches (NACK-uh-tish), Louisiana, when we were there on tour.  Grace and I stayed at the Oliver's home one night for homestay.  Mr. and Mrs. Oliver, both in their eighties, were not members of the church, but had been meeting with the missionaries for a little while, and agreed to let us stay in their home.  Mr. Oliver reminded me a bit of Dad, because as soon as we were settled in their home, he offered us a drink.  Of beer.  When we declined, he said (with a bit of a twinkle in his eye), "Oh, coffee, then?".  He was hilarious.  They were both so wonderful and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sdjk8v1Kp0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/UbW3fh5ofs8/s1600-h/DSCF0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sdjk8v1Kp0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/UbW3fh5ofs8/s400/DSCF0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321254692020987714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nachitoches!  It was so beautiful and green, though it was just mid-April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SdjlhLdzKMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EPwblsK1Wpg/s1600-h/DSCF0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SdjlhLdzKMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/EPwblsK1Wpg/s400/DSCF0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321255317914462402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The chapel in Nachitoches, where we had a musical fireside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Oliver had made some cake for us, and it was so delicious, I had to ask for the recipe.  She seemed surprised that I had never heard of dump cake before, so maybe it's a Southern thing.  Many tasty foods are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SdjlhTFg-KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_vBdXStCqXE/s1600-h/DSCF0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SdjlhTFg-KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_vBdXStCqXE/s400/DSCF0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321255319960090786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breakfast at the Oliver's - biscuits, butter, molasses, sausage, and whole milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Dump Cake" because you really just dump all the ingredients into the pan - no mixing required!  I didn't get a picture of the one I made because we ate it before I thought of my camera... which tells you how good it was! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups of crushed pineapple (not drained)&lt;br /&gt;3 cups fresh of frozen blueberries (I used blackberries because that's what I had in my freezer)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup of sugar (we decided that this ingredient is probably not necessary... :) )&lt;br /&gt;1 cake mix (yellow cake)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 cup pecans (I used a mix of walnuts and almonds because, again, that's what I had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 F.  In a buttered 9x13 pan, layer the pineapple, berries, and sugar.  Add the powedered cake mix on top, and drizzle the melted butter on top of that.  Sprinkle nuts over the top, and bake for about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good, and really easy.  The only thing that I might change is that some of the cake mix didn't get "wet" with either butter or berry juice, so there were some dry spots.  So next time I think I'll try mixing the ingredients a little in the pan, though that might disrupt the awesome cake layer that forms on top.  We'll see... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SdjlhV_5O0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/q1ok9uHOW4E/s1600-h/DSCF0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SdjlhV_5O0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/q1ok9uHOW4E/s400/DSCF0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321255320741821250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Oliver (yes, I have forgotten their first names... sorry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4530277588309719619?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4530277588309719619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4530277588309719619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4530277588309719619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4530277588309719619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/04/blackberry-dump-cake.html' title='Blackberry Dump Cake'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sdjk8v1Kp0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/UbW3fh5ofs8/s72-c/DSCF0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-3478010001023687665</id><published>2009-03-27T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:31:21.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I know your weekend won't be complete without it...</title><content type='html'>Here is the study guide from my most recent medical microbiology exam.  And yes, it's 12 pages long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 19 - Mechanisms of Bacterial Pathogenesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Define each of the following terms: pathology, etiology, etiological agent, pathogenesis, colonization, disease, infection, pathogen, pathogenic, bacteremia, septicemia, toxemia, viremia, and reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;    Pathology – study of disease&lt;br /&gt;    Etiology – the cause of the disease (eg. The organism)&lt;br /&gt;    Colonization – bacteria growing in the body&lt;br /&gt;    Disease – change from a state of health&lt;br /&gt;    Infection – colonization with a pathogenic bacterium&lt;br /&gt;    Pathogen – disease-causing agent&lt;br /&gt;    Pathogenic – adj. for pathogen&lt;br /&gt;    Bacteremia – bacteria in the blood&lt;br /&gt;    Septicemia – bacteria growing in the blood&lt;br /&gt;    Toxemia – toxins in the blood&lt;br /&gt;    Viremia – viruses in the blood&lt;br /&gt;    Reservoir – where the pathogen “hangs out” naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is normal flora?  Explain how normal flora could be categorized as: mutualistic, commensal, or opportunistic.  What is a parasite?&lt;br /&gt;    Normal flora is the colonization of bacteria in out body that is normal and not harmful.  They contribute to microbial antagonism, and may synthesize nutrients such as vitamins that help us. &lt;br /&gt;    Mutualistic – both benefit&lt;br /&gt;    Commensal – one benefits&lt;br /&gt;    Opportunistic – NF takes advantage of suppressed immune system to cause infection in an unusual location&lt;br /&gt;    Parasite – one benefits, other is harmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the germ theory of disease?  What are Koch’s Postulates?  What are they used for?&lt;br /&gt;    Germ theory – germs cause disease.  One germ, one disease.&lt;br /&gt;    Koch – to prove which microorganism is the causative agent of the disease&lt;br /&gt;        Isolate sample from infected individual&lt;br /&gt;        Culture&lt;br /&gt;        Infect new individual&lt;br /&gt;When signs and symptoms develop that are the same as the first infected individual, the organism is the same, and can be concluded to be the causative agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe how each of the following is used to describe a disease (and explain what the term means): communicable, contagious, noncommunicable, endemic, epidemic, pandemic, acute, chronic, and latent.&lt;br /&gt;    Communicable – can spread from person to person (HIV)&lt;br /&gt;    Contagious – spreads easily from person to person (rhinovirus)&lt;br /&gt;    Non-communicable – cannot be spread from person to person (tetanus)&lt;br /&gt;    Endemic – at a consistent rate of infection&lt;br /&gt;    Epidemic – spike of infection rate in a given area&lt;br /&gt;    Pandemic – disease is worldwide&lt;br /&gt;    Acute – rapid onset, severe, then finishes&lt;br /&gt;    Chronic – slow onset, prolonged illness&lt;br /&gt;    Latent – person is a carrier, but shows no symptoms.  Can flare up (varicella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the difference between a local infection and a systemic infection?&lt;br /&gt;    Local – confined to one area&lt;br /&gt;    Systemic – whole body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the difference between a primary infection and a secondary infection?  What is a subclinical infection?&lt;br /&gt;    1ary – first infection&lt;br /&gt;    2ary – infection after the 1ary, more susceptible to it bc of weakened immune system&lt;br /&gt;    Subclinical – no symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe the following mechanisms of disease transmission: contact transmission (direct, indirect, and droplet), vehicle transmission, and vector transmission.&lt;br /&gt;    Contact:&lt;br /&gt;        Direct – person-to-person&lt;br /&gt;        Indirect – through an inanimate object&lt;br /&gt;        Droplet – cough, sneeze&lt;br /&gt;    Vehicle – food and water&lt;br /&gt;    Vector – insect bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is a fomite?  What is a nosocomial infection?&lt;br /&gt;    Fomite – for indirect transmission&lt;br /&gt;    Nosocomial – acquired in a healthcare setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is epidemiology?&lt;br /&gt;Study of frequency and distribution of disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC)?  What types of things does this agency do?&lt;br /&gt;National Epidemiology Center (USA).  Tracks infectious diseases, helps local health agencies during outbreaks.  Publishes monthly reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Describe the sequence of events successful pathogens carry out.&lt;br /&gt;    Transmission to host, entry into tissue, adherence to target tissue, invasion/evasion, host damage, exit, transmission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are portals of entry?  What are the possible portals of entry for pathogens?&lt;br /&gt;PofE are where the pathogen gains entry to the host.  Usually: mucous membranes (GI, GU, respiratory), parenteral, skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are virulence factors?  How does each of the following function as a virulence factor: adhesions, fimbriae, biofilms, capsule, cell walls of mycobacteria, toxins, and enzymes?&lt;br /&gt;    Adhesins – help bacteria stick to host tissue.  Fimbriae and pili.&lt;br /&gt;    Fimbrie – “ “&lt;br /&gt;    Biofilms – glue to surfaces&lt;br /&gt;    Capsule – evade phagocytosis, poorly antigenic&lt;br /&gt;    Mycolic acid – evade phagocytosis&lt;br /&gt;    Toxins – host damage, direct (exo) and indirect (endo)&lt;br /&gt;    Enzymes – kinase, coagulase, hyaluronidase, collagenase, IgA protease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Give the function of each of the following enzymes and explain how they can aid pathogens in causing disease: hemolysins (both α and β hemolysins), leukocidins, streptokinase, staphylokinase, coagulase, collagenase, proteases, hyaluronidase, and phospholipase C.&lt;br /&gt;    Hemolysins – lyse RBCs&lt;br /&gt;        α – complete lysis&lt;br /&gt;        β – partial lysis&lt;br /&gt;    Leukocidins – lyse WBCs&lt;br /&gt;    Strepto/staphylokinase – break down blood clots, gain entry&lt;br /&gt;    Coagulase – formation of blood clots, wall off from WBCs&lt;br /&gt;    Collagenase – break collagen, get deeper into tissues&lt;br /&gt;    Protease – break down specific proteins, eg. IgA protease.&lt;br /&gt;    Hyaluronidase – break down hyaluronic acid, get deeper into tissues&lt;br /&gt;    Phospholipase C – hydrolyses lecithin (in tissues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What are exotoxins?  List the examples of the following types of exotoxins discussed in class and explain how they affect the host: cytotoxins, enterotoxins, and neurotoxins.&lt;br /&gt;    Exotoxins – released by the cell.  Usually G(+), but can be G(-).&lt;br /&gt;        Cytotoxins – damage cells&lt;br /&gt;        Erythrotoxins – damage to capillary cells, cause blood to leak out (S. pyogenes)&lt;br /&gt;        Enterotoxins – damage to GI -&gt; diarrhea, vomiting, etc.  (Cholera, S. food poisoning, bacterial dystentery)&lt;br /&gt;        Neurotoxins – inhibit normal NT flow (Tetanus, Botulinum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is endotoxin?  How does it affect humans?&lt;br /&gt;Made by G(-) cells, is the LPS in the outer membrane.  Once ingested by phagocytes, LPS is relased, stimulating cell to release cytokine IL-1, which reaches hypothalamus.  Resets the “thermostat”, h-thal. Releases prostaglandins to initiate the fever response (vasodilation, vasopermeability, high temp.).  Can lead to shock due to decrease in BP from vasodilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  How do the following help bacteria evade the immune system: antigenic variation and inactivation of antibodies or complement?&lt;br /&gt;    AV – evade immune system’s antibodies&lt;br /&gt;    Inactivation – cascade/signaling system is disrupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are cross-reactive antibodies?  How are they involved in damage to host cells?&lt;br /&gt;    Antibodies produced in response to an antigen, that undergo slight variation in the final differentiation process, that are similar enough to our own proteins to elicit an inflammatory response against our own tissues.  Strep throat -&gt; rheumatic fever, glomerulonephritis.  Heart valves &amp;amp; strep.  Antibiotics are prescribed with Strep. Infections not to help clear up the infection (which will subside in a few days), but to prevent the formation of antibodies that could attack our own cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are superantigens?  How are they involved in damage to host cells?&lt;br /&gt;    Antigens that are repeating polysaccharide units, stimulate non-T-cell-specific activation of the immune system, large cytokine release -&gt; shock.  Can get out of hand quickly, lead to death.  Toxic shock syndrome (S. aureus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 20 - Antibacterial Agents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Briefly describe the history of the antibacterial agents Protosil (sulfanilamide) and penicillin.&lt;br /&gt;    Protosil (sulfas) – 1935, used first in mice to treat systemic strep.  Protosil is cleaved in the body to produce sulfanilamide, the active agent.&lt;br /&gt;    Penicillin – Alexander Fleming – Penicillium mold prevented bacterial growth on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are all antibacterial agents antibiotics?  Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;    No – antibiotics are, by definition, made by other microorganisms.  Some antibacterial agents, like the sulfa drugs, are made in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Describe the property of selective toxicity.  Why is this an important property of antibacterial agents?&lt;br /&gt;    Selective toxicity means that the drug is selectively harmful toward the pathogen, and not our own cells.  This is important because we want to maximize damage to pathogens while minimizing damage to our cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the difference between broad-spectrum and narrow-spectrum drugs?  Under what conditions would each type of drug be used?&lt;br /&gt;    Broad – affects all, used when ID in unknown&lt;br /&gt;    Narrow – affects some, used when ID known, to protect NF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. List the various targets of antimicrobial drugs and give which types of drugs have each type of target.  (Those listed in Figure 20-1 and those discussed in class).&lt;br /&gt;    Cell wall synthesis&lt;br /&gt;        Penicillins&lt;br /&gt;        Cephalosporins&lt;br /&gt;        Beta-lactams&lt;br /&gt;        Isoniazid&lt;br /&gt;        Ethambutol&lt;br /&gt;        Cycloserine&lt;br /&gt;        Ethionamide&lt;br /&gt;        Bacitracin&lt;br /&gt;        Polymixin&lt;br /&gt;    Protein Synthesis&lt;br /&gt;        30S:&lt;br /&gt;        Aminoglycosides&lt;br /&gt;        Tetracyclines&lt;br /&gt;        50S:&lt;br /&gt;        Chloramphenicol&lt;br /&gt;        Macrolides&lt;br /&gt;        Clindamycin&lt;br /&gt;        Linezolid&lt;br /&gt;        Quinupristindalfopristin&lt;br /&gt;    DNA replication&lt;br /&gt;        Quinolones&lt;br /&gt;        Metronidazole&lt;br /&gt;        Clofazimine&lt;br /&gt;    RNA synthesis&lt;br /&gt;        Rifampin&lt;br /&gt;        Rifabutin&lt;br /&gt;    Antimetabolites&lt;br /&gt;        Sulfanamides&lt;br /&gt;        Dapsone&lt;br /&gt;        Trimethoprim&lt;br /&gt;        Para-aminosalycylic acid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are Beta-lactams?  What do they do to kill bacterial cells?&lt;br /&gt;    Β-lactams are rings in the structure of antibiotics in the penicillin and cephalosporin families.  They inactivate bacterial enzymes used in the synthesis of peptidoglycan.  Without p-glycan, the cells cannot replicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What would be a problem with drugs used to fight fungal infections?&lt;br /&gt;How about those used to fight viral infections?&lt;br /&gt;    Fungal – harder to crate drugs with selective toxicity as fungi are eukaryotic cells.  More in common structurally, so harder to target.&lt;br /&gt;    Viruses – spend little time outside of host cells, hard to detect and target.  Don’t carry out metabolism, so not “cell” processes to target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. List and describe the mechanisms of antibiotic resistance.  What are beta-lactamases?&lt;br /&gt;    Destroy the drug (lactamases)&lt;br /&gt;Altering drug target site&lt;br /&gt;    Increase drug elimination from cell, host&lt;br /&gt;    Alter permeability to drug (more impermeable)&lt;br /&gt;    β-lactamases are enzymes that break the β-lactam ring of antibiotics in the penicillin and cephalosporin families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How is resistance to a drug acquired?&lt;br /&gt;    Begins with spontaneous mutation, and spreads through plasmid transfer (pili, phage conversion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What human practices lead to antibiotic resistance in bacteria?&lt;br /&gt;    Overuse of antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;    Use by immunosuppressed individuals&lt;br /&gt;    Patient noncompliance&lt;br /&gt;    Animal feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 22 –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staphylococcus organisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G(+) coccus.  Facultative anaerobes.  Tolerate high salt (resistance to osmotic pressure).&lt;br /&gt;S. AUREUS – COAGULASE+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virulence – capsule, peptidoglycan, teichoic acid, protein A, cytoplasmic membrane, toxins – exfolitoxins, enterotoxins, TSS superantigen, cytotoxins; enzymes: coagulase, catalase, hyalurondiase, fibrinolysin, lipases, nucleases, penicillinase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epidemiology – NF skin, nares.  Survive on dry surfaces, fomite spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseases&lt;br /&gt;Staph. Scalded Skin Syndrome (Ritter’s) (destroy connective tissue between dermis and epidermis, epidermis falls off.  Exfolitoxins).&lt;br /&gt;Bullous Impetigo – blisters on skin&lt;br /&gt;Food Poisoning – heat stable toxin&lt;br /&gt;TSS – high mortality&lt;br /&gt;    Folliculitis – hair follicles infected (“ingrown hairs”?)&lt;br /&gt;        Furuncle (boil) (site of draining pus, must be drained (will not clear up))&lt;br /&gt;            Carbuncle (several sites of draining pus)&lt;br /&gt;    Pustular Impetigo&lt;br /&gt;    Bacteremia&lt;br /&gt;    Endocarditis&lt;br /&gt;    Pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;    Osteomyelitis – infection in bone, from bacteremia or spread of wound&lt;br /&gt;    Septic Arthritis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID: Gram stain, catalase, coagulase, mannitol fermentation.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment – penicillin resistance is common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 23 – Streptococcus&lt;br /&gt;    G(+), chains, fac. Anaerobes, some are aerotolerants.  Produce lactic acid. Catalase (-).  Complex nutritional requirements.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Virulence – &lt;br /&gt;    Capsule – mimics hyaluronic acid&lt;br /&gt;    M proteins&lt;br /&gt;        Heart valve protein (rheumatic fever protein)&lt;br /&gt;        Blocks C3B&lt;br /&gt;    Toxins – erythrogenic&lt;br /&gt;    Streptolysin&lt;br /&gt;        Type S – aerobic conditions&lt;br /&gt;        Type O – anaerobic conditions&lt;br /&gt;    Streptokinase&lt;br /&gt;        Breaks down blood clots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epidemiology&lt;br /&gt;Oropharynx and skin – children and Young adults&lt;br /&gt;Transmitted through direct contact (infected mucus, body secretions)&lt;br /&gt;Asymptomatic patients, pts on antibiotics are less contagious&lt;br /&gt;Noninvasive disease is common&lt;br /&gt;    Over 10 million cases, underreported&lt;br /&gt;    Most common : pharyngitis, pyoderma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseases –&lt;br /&gt;    Suppurative (development of pus)&lt;br /&gt;    Pharyngitis (strep throat)&lt;br /&gt;        2-4/365 incubation&lt;br /&gt;        cannot diagnose visually&lt;br /&gt;        Complication : Scarlet fever&lt;br /&gt;    Pyoderma (Impetigo)&lt;br /&gt;        S. aureus&lt;br /&gt;    Erysipelas&lt;br /&gt;        Acute skin infection&lt;br /&gt;        Systemis signs (fever, chills…)&lt;br /&gt;    Cellulitis&lt;br /&gt;        Inflammation of connective tissue&lt;br /&gt;    Bacteremia&lt;br /&gt;        40% mortality&lt;br /&gt;Necrotizing Fasciitis&lt;br /&gt;        Streptococcal gangrene&lt;br /&gt;        Destroy muscle, fat, skin&lt;br /&gt;        25% mortality&lt;br /&gt;    Streptococcal toxic shock syndrome (STSS)&lt;br /&gt;        Superantigens&lt;br /&gt;        Often accompanies NF&lt;br /&gt;        45% mortality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Non-suppurative (no pus)&lt;br /&gt;    Rheumatic Fever&lt;br /&gt;Complication of pharyngitis or skin infections, may have had asymptomatic infection&lt;br /&gt;        Prevented with antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;        Cross-reactive antibodies&lt;br /&gt;Inflammation in heart, joints, blood vessels, skin&lt;br /&gt;        Affected individuals are more susceptible to further infection/damage&lt;br /&gt;        Actue glomerulonephritis – damage to glomerulus, causes blood in the urine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID –&lt;br /&gt;S.pyogenes :&lt;br /&gt;    Group A&lt;br /&gt;    G(+)&lt;br /&gt;blood agar&lt;br /&gt;PYR enzymes (differentiate b/t S. pyogenes, S. anginosus)&lt;br /&gt;Antigen detection – rapid strep test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Treatment –&lt;br /&gt;    Penicillin&lt;br /&gt;    Macrolides&lt;br /&gt;    NF – surgery&lt;br /&gt;    Rheumatic Fever – preventative antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;    Wash hands, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 23 b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strep. agalactiae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group B strep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics-&lt;br /&gt;    G(+) streptococci&lt;br /&gt;    Facultative anaerobe&lt;br /&gt;    Beta-hemolytic (Small percentage non-hemolytic)&lt;br /&gt;    B antigen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virulence –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epidemiology –&lt;br /&gt;    Site : lower GI tract, GU tract&lt;br /&gt;    10-30% of pregnant women are carriers&lt;br /&gt;    60% of infants born to infected mothers become infected&lt;br /&gt;    In men and non-pregnant women :&lt;br /&gt;        Skin and soft tissue&lt;br /&gt;        Bacteremia&lt;br /&gt;        UTI/urosepsis&lt;br /&gt;        Pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;    Predisposing factors :&lt;br /&gt;        Diabetes mellitus&lt;br /&gt;        Cancer&lt;br /&gt;        Alcoholism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseases –&lt;br /&gt;    Puerperal sepsis (childbed fever)&lt;br /&gt;        In newborns : Septicemia, Pneumonia, Meningitis&lt;br /&gt;    Early-onset neonatal disease (1/52)&lt;br /&gt;        Acquired in utero or at birth&lt;br /&gt;        Bacteremia, pneumonia, meningitis&lt;br /&gt;        Must examine CSF&lt;br /&gt;        5% mortality&lt;br /&gt;        15-30% of survivors have permanent neurological damage –&lt;br /&gt;            blindness, deafness, severe mental retardation&lt;br /&gt;    Late Onset Neonatal disease(1-12/52)&lt;br /&gt;        Source : mother, other infants&lt;br /&gt;        Bacteremia, meningitis&lt;br /&gt;    Pregnant Women – UTIs&lt;br /&gt;    Men and non-pregnant women&lt;br /&gt;        In immunocompromised individuals&lt;br /&gt;        Bacteremia&lt;br /&gt;        Pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;        Bone and joint infections&lt;br /&gt;        Skin and soft tissue infection&lt;br /&gt;        15-32% mortality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID –&lt;br /&gt;    Culture&lt;br /&gt;    Antigen detection&lt;br /&gt;PCR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment –&lt;br /&gt;    Penicillin G&lt;br /&gt;    Pregnant women – IV of antibiotics before delivery, can cross placenta, offers defense if colonized by bacteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viridans Streptococci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics –&lt;br /&gt;    Heterogenous collection of alpha-hemolytic and non-hemolytic strep. Spp.&lt;br /&gt;    20 spp. In 6 groups&lt;br /&gt;    Req. complex media, blood products, 5-10% CO2&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Colonize&lt;br /&gt;        Oropharynx (NF)&lt;br /&gt;        GI (NF), GU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseases&lt;br /&gt;    Dental caries&lt;br /&gt;    Subacute endocarditis&lt;br /&gt;Not from Ig, but from bacteria.  The viridans bind to damaged (congenital, superantigen) heart valves.  Transmitted during dental work.&lt;br /&gt;    Suppurative intraabdominal infections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment&lt;br /&gt;    Penicillin&lt;br /&gt;    Some resistant strains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strep. pnuemoniae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics -&lt;br /&gt;    G(+) coccus, large cells, oval/lancet shape&lt;br /&gt;    Also called diplococcus, pneumococcus&lt;br /&gt;    Fastidious requirements&lt;br /&gt;    Alpha-hemolytic in aerobic&lt;br /&gt;    Beta-hemolytic in anaerobic&lt;br /&gt;    Catalase (-)&lt;br /&gt;    Poor growth in high glucose&lt;br /&gt;    Prominent capsule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virulence factors&lt;br /&gt;    CAPSULE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epidemiology&lt;br /&gt;    Enodgenous (NF)&lt;br /&gt;    Direct transmission is rare&lt;br /&gt;    Often a SECONDARY infection&lt;br /&gt;    Young and old at higher risk (meningitis)&lt;br /&gt;    More common in cool months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseases&lt;br /&gt;    Sinusitis &amp;amp; Otitis media&lt;br /&gt;        Over 7 million cases/year&lt;br /&gt;        Paranasal sinuses and middle ear&lt;br /&gt;        2ary to viral infection in upper respiratory tract&lt;br /&gt;        Sinus – all ages&lt;br /&gt;        Otitis media – young children&lt;br /&gt;Eustacian tube is shorter, bacteria can travel more easily to middle ear.  Opening more narrow, closes off more easily.  Closes off, fluid accumulates, puts pressure on tympanic memrane, can rupture eardrum (can heal), break malleus/incus/stapes -&gt; hearing loss.&lt;br /&gt;    Meningitis&lt;br /&gt;        6000 cases/year&lt;br /&gt;        Mostly in children&lt;br /&gt;        More damage than other types of meningitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Bacteremia&lt;br /&gt;        55000 cases/year&lt;br /&gt;        Endocarditis, even with previously undamaged heart valves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment&lt;br /&gt;    Penicillins and others&lt;br /&gt;    Immunization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch 24 – Enterococcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;    Originally group D strep&lt;br /&gt;    E. faecalis&lt;br /&gt;    E. faecium&lt;br /&gt;Catalase (-)&lt;br /&gt;Fermentation&lt;br /&gt;Tolerates high salt, bile salts&lt;br /&gt;    Commensal organism in large intestine&lt;br /&gt;    High antibiotic resistance&lt;br /&gt;    Infections : endogenous source&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission&lt;br /&gt;    Person-to-person&lt;br /&gt;    Contaminated food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virulence Factors:&lt;br /&gt;    Multi-drug resistance&lt;br /&gt;    Colonization&lt;br /&gt;    Secreted factors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseases&lt;br /&gt;    Risk factors:&lt;br /&gt;        Catheterization&lt;br /&gt;        Long-term hospitalization&lt;br /&gt;    UTI (especially w/ catheter)&lt;br /&gt;    10% of all nosocomial infections&lt;br /&gt;    Vancomycin- Resistant Enterococcus (VRE) 35-50% mortality&lt;br /&gt;    Peritonitis (after surgery)&lt;br /&gt;    Endocarditis (5-15%)&lt;br /&gt;    Bacteremia&lt;br /&gt;    Wound infections, abcesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment&lt;br /&gt;    Highly resistant&lt;br /&gt;    25% resist aminoglycoside&lt;br /&gt;    50% resist ampicillin&lt;br /&gt;    25% resist vancomycin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-3478010001023687665?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3478010001023687665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=3478010001023687665' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3478010001023687665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3478010001023687665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-i-know-your-weekend-wont-be.html' title='Because I know your weekend won&apos;t be complete without it...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-1996452126227962320</id><published>2009-03-16T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:21:48.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sb8H5vrnEaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RzOU0dVa1ZQ/s1600-h/share+the+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sb8H5vrnEaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RzOU0dVa1ZQ/s400/share+the+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313974773953794466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this sign today as I walked up from the Hart toward the MC.  There have been quite a few problems recently at crosswalks (both drivers not paying attention and pedestrians wandering all over the place).  The school has been working with the city to try to remedy this (including drumroll..... fixing the crosswalk signals on 2nd South!!  I thought I would never live to see the day!  Especially the way the cars barrel through that intersection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this sign is one of the other ways they are increasing awareness.  I read it as I walked by, thought about it while walking, started to laugh nearly out loud, and turned around to take a picture.  "Use crosswalks!"  "Share the Road!"  But it's the caption at the bottom that gets me "think of the impact you can make".  Um... I thought the idea was to NOT make an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-1996452126227962320?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/1996452126227962320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=1996452126227962320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/1996452126227962320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/1996452126227962320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-saw-this-sign-today-as-i-walked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sb8H5vrnEaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RzOU0dVa1ZQ/s72-c/share+the+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-997199034676930361</id><published>2009-03-14T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:55:50.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to wake up this morning and to not have to be anywhere any time soon.  It's nice.  I spent the night at Katie's again, and am convinced that she has the Best Couch in the World.  Really!  Today was the first day since Wednesday that I haven't woken up with a migraine (which is weird, because I really haven't gotten them lately at all - the last one before this week was on tour with the Symphony Band in April).  So, I am giving credit to the couch. :)  I met Katie at her work last night so we could head over to her apartment together.  She works at Hogi Yogi, which is a bit of a Utah-Idaho institution... but is basically a fast-food type place, but a little higher up than McDonald's.  Anyway, they had some drama there last night - someone graffitied one of their booths.  They have security cameras, though, so they'll be able to figure out who did it (only a few people sat at that bench last night).  We were talking about it afterward, and just thought it was a little funny - the graffiti was a gang tag (which in and of itself isn't funny), but... a gang tag in Rexburg?  Borderline hilarious.  What, are they having drug territory wars?  It was probably just some 14-year-old who was trying to be cool.  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of what to do next year... I know I'll be home for a while, but I'm trying to figure out a more long-term plan.  I still think that med school is the way to go for me, but I just may have to take a different route to get there.  So I'm starting to think of what I need to do to make myself a stronger applicant for next year, and also thinking about possible master's programs.  It's a little hard, because I don't have a strong interest in research (last summer cured me of that, haha... sigh), but many programs focus on that.  I really just want something that will help me gain a better understanding and perspective in medicine and prepare me for med school.  I started thinking about bioethics, which I think would be really neat.  The only catch is that there seems to be only one program in all of Canada, at the U of T.  And Toronto is a nice city, but... I guess it would just be nice to have a few more options.  There are some online master's programs, but I'm pretty wary of those and how useful they would prove to be in further studies and jobs.  Another program is a master's of public health, which would be really cool.  BYU (Provo) has a great MPH program, and for part of it you get to work in an underdeveloped area of the country or the world and implement a program that you help design (eg. stop smoking program, patient education programs, etc).  Which I think would be an  A-M-A-Z-I-N-G opportunity!  But let's be honest... I'm not sure I could handle Provo!  Haha... I guess I'll have to think about things a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to forget about it all and go to law school instead.  Sometimes I want to forget it all and be a bum on the street, but of those two options, I'm pretty sure my parents would disapprove of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the former. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-997199034676930361?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/997199034676930361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=997199034676930361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/997199034676930361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/997199034676930361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-saturday.html' title='It&apos;s Saturday!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-7054890558703808078</id><published>2009-03-12T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:13:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So things have settled down a little... the two roommates who were kicked finally *moved* out this week.  It was pretty tense until they did, but things have been ok since then.  And by "ok", what I really mean is "no one is openly hostile".  Which is a nice change, but... still a far cry from what would be nice.  Anyway, I am glad things are a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day in the ceramics studio, I was able to get some work done and am really happy with hoe it turned out.  We did a Raku firing in class today, which was a lot of fun.  With Raku, when the pieces are fired and really hot, you pull them out of the kiln and then set them in bins that are full of sawdust, newspaper, and other combustibles.  The pieces are so hot that they ignite the material, and the ash produced gives the piece a cool finish.  I'm hoping to Raku fire a piece next week.  The ones done today were really beautiful.  The only drawback is that the pieces don't get hot enough to vitrify, and they remain porous, so you can't use them to hold food or water.  But I think I'll still give it a shot.  I'm hoping to find a ceramics studio in Winnipeg so I can keep up with it after graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-7054890558703808078?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7054890558703808078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=7054890558703808078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7054890558703808078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7054890558703808078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-things-have-settled-down-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-2562350629075249622</id><published>2009-03-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:05:24.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled 4, 2009.</title><content type='html'>I think sometimes things get worse before they get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This appears to be one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my religion professor (Brother Ferguson) shared something today that I thought was applicable... "The difficulties proceeding the decision are evidence of the correctness of that decision".  It's a cruel fact of life that doing the right things can often times land you in more hot water than doing the wrong things.  But, at the end of the day (okay, actually wayyy more long-term than just one day), the frustrations and difficulties of life will seem small compared with the person you have become through them.  It's just the going through part that stinks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at Katie's tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-2562350629075249622?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2562350629075249622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=2562350629075249622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2562350629075249622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2562350629075249622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled-4-2009.html' title='Untitled 4, 2009.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-2457234442870835061</id><published>2009-03-03T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:40:41.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sa3ThrmbqJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zIrUvfAddpM/s1600-h/DSCF0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sa3ThrmbqJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zIrUvfAddpM/s400/DSCF0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309132111332747410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first finished piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glaze on the outside is blueish, and the inside glaze is sort of a rusty colour.  They're both speckly, which is fun.  I'm rather proud of it.  It was a little harder than I thought it would be to get the glaze to stay where I put it, so it ran around a bit, but it turned out looking neat anyway.  It definitely takes a while to get a piece from start to finish - shaping can a take a while, depending on what you are making and if you are adding any texture details, and then it needs to dry.  Once dry, it goes in for bisque firing, and then you can put a glaze on it.  It is then fired a second time (and at a much higher temperature), and this actually turns the glaze and some of the minerals in the clay to glass.  After the second firing, the bottom of the piece (that didn't get glazed) needs to be smoothed out, since the clay gets really rough.  You can't put glaze all the way to the bototm egde of the piece because it would run down off the piece and onto the kiln, and when it cools = HUGE MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I glazed another piece today, and hopefully it will be out of the kiln soon (firing takes a couple days).  I realized that I need to get working on things for this class- our final is to present 6 finished pieces (good ones... haha), and since it takes a little while to get it all done, I really should get moving on it.  I haven't glazed my bird's nest yet - it got a crack in it that I need to fix, and it's going to take a large chunk of time to do that.  So maybe this Saturday will be a ceramics day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-2457234442870835061?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2457234442870835061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=2457234442870835061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2457234442870835061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2457234442870835061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/ta-da.html' title='Ta-da!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/Sa3ThrmbqJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zIrUvfAddpM/s72-c/DSCF0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-6663680488056445387</id><published>2009-03-02T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:18:11.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a little late...</title><content type='html'>So, my amazing sister-in-law Jess tagged me in a post of hers in February, and because I am kind of a blog slacker sometimes (ok, most times, excepting random bursts of creative energy like I've had this week), I haven't done it yet.  Sorry!  I'm supposed to write six random things about myself and then tag others to do the same.  So... here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am currently eating a grape popsicle.  The popsicle stick has a joke on it - it asks you a riddle question on the "dry" end, and then when you finish the popsicle, you get the answer.  They're always really lame, but I like them anyway, and try to guess what the answer will be.  Today's joke is "What has wheel and a trunk but no engine?"  I'm going with "An elephant on roller skates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had the biggest group session at work EVER today.  I had 7 students at once, and while it was different from what I was used to, and I had to modify my teaching style a bit, it was really good and we got through a lot of material.  The students were able to feed off each other and quiz each other a lot, which was great.  The best part of work is helping things "click", and that happened a lot today, so it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes I get really motivated and excited about cooking and trying new recipes, but I'm gradually coming to admit and accept that invariably, when I get to the store with my beautiful list of necessary ingredients, it all seems too daunting and expensive, and I start thinking of everything adding up and all the chopping and measuring and cooking involved, all for a recipe that may not even be tasty.  Eventually I give up and buy bread, peanut butter, and noodles.  Or, worse yet, I buy half the ingredients and let them sit in my pantry, unused and unloved.  I need to figure out what to do with that curry mix....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I rarely read the school newspaper because it makes me too angry.  We're in college, people!  Grammar should not be a complicated issue!  And WHERE was the editor?!?!  The writing also tends to be very poor in content.  Last week there was an article about vegetarianism (anti-veg), and the writer used the President of the Cattleman's Association as her main source.  Um... I'm sure he's a nice guy, but I'm also sure there *may* be some bias.  Just sayin.  I would have written a letter to the editor, but I was too irritated to be articulate.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love white boards.  I carry dry erase markers in my backpack!  I justify it by saying that I use them for work (you know, so the students can draw things out on the boards...), but let's be honest... I use them more than they do.  They're just perfect for drawing out cell processes and chemical pathways!  And they come in such pretty colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I actually like all my classes this semester.  Even if I don't enjoy every minute of them, or all the work I have to do for them, I am learning about lots of different things (Music, Ceramics, Medical Microbiology, Doctrine and Covenants, and Political Science), and it's all interesting.  I think the trick is that I feel like they can each apply to or contribute to my life in some way, even if I have to get a little creative in establishing the connection sometimes... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it... and now, I'm going to tag... Teags, Romy, and Theresa.  But no worries if you take a month to reply like I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the answer to the riddle... "An elephant on rollerblades"!&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...  I was off on the roller skates/rollerblades thing (kids these days... always having the new toys...) but I'm still counting it.  Which means... I'm awesome!!!  Either that, or I have eaten far too many of those things and now just know the type of humour they use.  That's a scary thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-6663680488056445387?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6663680488056445387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=6663680488056445387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6663680488056445387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6663680488056445387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-little-late.html' title='This is a little late...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-3488336434038473839</id><published>2009-03-01T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:59:15.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, one more update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home last night after going to the grocery store (thanks, Judy Kay!).  I was pretty tired, so I just had a nice warm bath and went to bed.  I got up this morning and it was pretty quiet, but I was ok with that.  I needed to make a phone call to another girl in our ward, so I went to got our ward directory.  I discovered that in the time I was gone, someone had drawn horns and a tail on our Bishop's picture.  Seriously.  It irks me on so many levels!  First, yes, this is the maturity level I'm dealing with.  Second - he's the Bishop!  Way to sustain church leaders... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my roommates (the two I wrote about yesterday) came home from meetings this morning (I think, I didn't get the details).  They gave the news: kicked out of school, and have to be gone by the end of the week.  I feel as though I should feel at least a little sad for them, but I don't.  They were given so many chances to fix things and change, but all they could see was someone "telling them how to run their life".  I guess that's the sad part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I'm sure I'll sort my feelings out on this sooner or later and then be more articulate about it, but until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be at Katie's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-3488336434038473839?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3488336434038473839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=3488336434038473839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3488336434038473839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3488336434038473839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-one-more-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-7746094645121934121</id><published>2009-02-28T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:44:51.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't actually have to read this... I just thought it would be funny to post.  I'll bet you wish you were a bio major, too! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Medical Microbiology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6 - Viral Classification, Structure, and Replication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe the steps of viral replication.  Be sure to differentiate between the events of naked viruses and enveloped viruses that have DNA or RNA genomes (including positive and negative sense RNA).  Also explain the replication of retroviruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enveloped - insert proteins into membranes, assembled at membrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 - Fungal Classification, Structure, and Replication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Describe the basic structure of a fungal cell.  Why is it difficult to develop anti-fungal medications?&lt;br /&gt;    Eukaryotic.  Cell wall is made of chitin and glucan, has ergosterols.  V. similar to our cells (80S ribosomes, ER, Golgi, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Describe or define the following: yeasts, pseudohyphae, molds, hyphae, mycelium, dimorphic fungi, mycosis, dermatophytes, and thermal dimorphism.&lt;br /&gt;Yeasts – single cells.&lt;br /&gt;Pseudohypahe – strips of yeast cells together&lt;br /&gt;Molds – multicellular&lt;br /&gt;Hyphae – long “strings” of cells in the fungal structure&lt;br /&gt;Mycelium – many hyphae woven together to create a “mat”&lt;br /&gt;Dimorphic – can switch from yeast to mold and back&lt;br /&gt;Mycosis – fungal infection&lt;br /&gt;Dermatophytes – fungi that cause disease in the skin (cutaneous fungal infection)&lt;br /&gt;Thermal di – switch from yeast to mold caused by change in temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Briefly describe each of the following types of fungal infections: superficial mycoses, cutaneous mycoses, subcutaneous mycoses, endemic mycoses, and opportunistic mycoses.&lt;br /&gt;    Superficial – not harmful, cosmetic only.  Very rare&lt;br /&gt;    Cutaneous – v. common, infection of skin, nails, hair.&lt;br /&gt;    Subcutaneous – deeper tissues&lt;br /&gt;    Endemic – thermal dimorph fungi, seen in healthy people (abcesses, ulcers)&lt;br /&gt;    Opportunistic – seen in immunocompromised individuals.  Normally non-pathogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    What specific types of infections do the following fungi cause: Candida spp., Cryptococcus neoformans, and Aspergillus spp.?&lt;br /&gt;    Opportunisitc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Disease of the Day - "The Terminator" article&lt;br /&gt;    Mucormycosis – in the sinus.  Feeds on sugar, so elevated risk for diabetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9 - Commensal and Pathogenic Microbial Flora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is normal flora?&lt;br /&gt;    Does not cause disease, often helps us.  Takes up space and nutrients (microbial antagonism).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Define the following terms: transient colonization, permanent colonization, disease, strict pathogen, and opportunistic pathogen.&lt;br /&gt;    Transient – comes and leaves&lt;br /&gt;    Permanent – is always there (eg. Staph on skin)&lt;br /&gt;    Disease  - change from a state of health&lt;br /&gt;     Strict pathogen – always causes illness&lt;br /&gt;    Opportunistic – may cause disease, depends on location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In what ways do pathogens cause damage to host tissues?&lt;br /&gt;    Toxins, resource use, damage cells, secrete enzymes like collagenase and hyaluronidase that damage connective tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List the normal flora and pathogens discussed in class for each of the following body sites: mouth, oropharynx, nasopharynx; external ear; lower respiratory tract; esophagus; stomach; small intestine; large intestine; anterior urethra; vagina; and skin.&lt;br /&gt;    Oropharynx – anaerobes, strep, neisseria,.&lt;br /&gt;    Nasopharynx – straep and staph&lt;br /&gt;    Ear – staph and pseudomonas&lt;br /&gt;    Resp. – strep aureus, pneumonie, klebsiella&lt;br /&gt;    Eso – none&lt;br /&gt;    Stomach – lactobacillus, h. pylori&lt;br /&gt;    Intestine – salmonella, e coli&lt;br /&gt;    GI system – lactobacillus, candida, N gonorrhoeae, chylamidia&lt;br /&gt;    Skin - pyogenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10 - Sterilization, Disinfection, and Antisepsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Define the following terms: sterilization, disinfection, disinfectant, antisepsis, antiseptic, sanitizer, germicide, bactericide, and bacteriostatic agent.&lt;br /&gt;    S- all dead&lt;br /&gt;    Dis- mostly dead&lt;br /&gt;    Anti- used on living tissue&lt;br /&gt;    Sani- dis. Used on food equipment&lt;br /&gt;    Germicide – kills bacteria&lt;br /&gt;    B-static  - inhibits growth of bact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe the rate of microbial death when treated with a physical or chemical agent.&lt;br /&gt;    Affected by factors such as exposure length, chemical used, individual susceptibility, environment, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do things like heat and disinfectants kill bacteria?&lt;br /&gt;    Damage cell membranes, cell proteins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe the following methods of controlling microbial growth (be sure to include the most common uses and benefits or limitations of each method): moist heat, autoclaving, boiling water, pasteurization, Ultra High Temperature (UHT) treatment, dry heat, flaming, low temperature, filtering, ionizing radiation, UV radiation, Ethylene Oxide Gas, aldehydes, hydrogen peroxide, halogens, alcohols, chlorhexidine, and triclosan.&lt;br /&gt;    Moist heat – v. good.  Common.  Kills all.&lt;br /&gt;    Autoclave 0 type of moist heat&lt;br /&gt;    Pasteurization 0 use moist heat to kill some/many of pathogens in food/liquid&lt;br /&gt;    UHT – for food, sterilizes milk – no fridge needed.&lt;br /&gt;    Dry heat – kills, but not as fast&lt;br /&gt;    Low temp – slows growth&lt;br /&gt;    Filter – removes pathogens&lt;br /&gt;    Ion – x and gamma rays.  Kills.  Used on equipment&lt;br /&gt;    UV – used in rooms&lt;br /&gt;    Ethy gas – instruments&lt;br /&gt;    Aldehyde – eg. Formaldehyde&lt;br /&gt;    H2O2 – oxidizes&lt;br /&gt;    Halogens – proteins&lt;br /&gt;    Alcohols – membranes&lt;br /&gt;    Chlor and tri – in soaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 11 - Elements of Host Protective Responses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. List and describe the 3 layers/walls of defense against pathogens and toxins.  What are the elements of each layer?&lt;br /&gt;    1st – barriers such as skin, mucus menbranes and secretions (lysozyme, tears, fatty acids, lactic acid, stomach acid)&lt;br /&gt;    2nd – innate – non-specific.  Complement pathways, imflammatory response, phagocytosis, NK cells.&lt;br /&gt;    3rd – Ig-mediated.  Specific.  Actions of B and T cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe the activities of each of the following chemicals that allow communication between cells: cytokines, interferons, and chemokines. &lt;br /&gt;    Cytokines – for immune response&lt;br /&gt;    Interferons – anti-viral, from cell to cell, stimulate immune response.&lt;br /&gt;    Chemokines – inflammatory response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Give the function(s) for each of the following cells: Natural Killer cells, neutrophils (polymorphonuclear cells or PMN's), eosinophils, macrophages, monocytes, dendritic cells, Langerhans cells, microglial cells, Kupffer cells, B-cells, memory B-cells, T-cells (both CD4/helper cells and CD8/cytotoxic cells), memory T-cells, plasma cells, basophils, and mast cells.&lt;br /&gt;    NK cells – kill cells with Ig on them and virus infected cells and tumor cells.  No MHC use.&lt;br /&gt;    Neutrophils – phagocytosis&lt;br /&gt;    Eosiniphils – parasite defense, allergis response – (IgE)&lt;br /&gt;    Macrophages – phagocytosis, antigen presentation, imflammatory response&lt;br /&gt;    Monocytes – phagocytosis, APC&lt;br /&gt;    DC – APC&lt;br /&gt;    Langerhans – antigen transport to lymph nodes&lt;br /&gt;    Microglial – cytokines production, APC&lt;br /&gt;    Kupffer – filter particles from blood&lt;br /&gt;    B – Ig production, memory.&lt;br /&gt;    T – help activate B and TC, Tc kills infected cells&lt;br /&gt;    Memory T – type of CD8&lt;br /&gt;    Plasma – produce Ig (types G, E, A)&lt;br /&gt;    Basophils and MAST– histamine, allergic response, IgE receptors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What does "CD" stand for (as it applies to cells in the immune system)?  What is the MHC?  What cells have MHC class I molecules?  What cells have MHC class II molecules?  What do these proteins do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluster of Differentiation&lt;br /&gt;Major Histocompatability Complex&lt;br /&gt;All cells&lt;br /&gt;Antigen-presenting cells (APCs) - macrophages, dendritic cells, B cells (different case - can't activate CD4 cells)&lt;br /&gt;MHC proteins display the antigens on the outside of the cell.  Class I and II are receptors for different reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe the structure and function of the following lymphoid organs: lymph nodes, spleen, mucosa-associated lymphoid tissue (MALT), Peyer's patches, and tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;    Nodes – little “balls” that the lymph travels through as it is transported to be put back into the blood.  Helps Macrophages meet up with B and T cells to help the immune response connect.  Three parts – cortex, parac- , medulla.&lt;br /&gt;    Spleen – large organ, like a node.  Filters antigens.  Removes old blood cells.  Red and white pulp. &lt;br /&gt;    MALT – lymphoid cells, not highly structured.  PP and tonsils are types of MALT. &lt;br /&gt;    Tonsils – accumulations of nodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 12 - The Humoral Immune Response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Define the following terms: antibody, antigen, epitope, monoclonal antibody, T-independent antigens, and T-dependent antigens.&lt;br /&gt;Antibody - protein made by B cells that has affinity and specificity for antigens of pathogens.&lt;br /&gt;Antigen – particle that our immune system recognizes as non-self&lt;br /&gt;Epitope – specific part of the antigen that the antibody recognizes&lt;br /&gt;Monoclonal antibody – antibodies produced by the same B cell, and which therefore all have the same specificity.&lt;br /&gt;T-independent antigens – antigens that do not require T cell involvement to fight.  They have a large and repetitive structure (eg flagella) that B cells can recognize and have several membrane-bound antibodies bind to.  This activates the B cell to produce antibodies, though it is not a full response – they only produce IgM and no memory cells are produced.  Class switching requires the TH cell activation.&lt;br /&gt;T-independent antigens – antigens that need the help from TH cells to activate the B cells.  Both T and B cells need to be stimulated.  Usually proteins, and create memory cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe the structure of an antibody.  List and give the principle site of action and principle biologic effect for the 5 different classes of antibody (see Table 12-1).&lt;br /&gt;    Antibodies are made of four chains help together by disulfide bonds.  There are 2 heavy and 2 light chains.  The light chains run parallel to the heavy chains, and the molecule as a whole makes a Y shape.  The tip of the Y arms is the location of antigen binding, and the other end, the Fc portion, interacts with immune system cells.  The light chain is variable through changes in V and J, and the heavy chain, through V, J and D.  The 5 classes are IgM (first to the infection site, a pentamer, can be membrane bound to B cells, and v. good at agglutination), IgD (membrane-bound, B cell activation), IgG (most common, can cross placenta, longest life span, secondary response, opsinization), IgE (anaphylactic response, interacts with MAST cells), and IgA (in secretions, a dimer).  M and G are used to activate the complement system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Describe how a B-cell is activated to secrete large amounts of antibody (also called clonal expansion).  What is a secondary antibody response?  How is it generated?&lt;br /&gt;    The B cell is activated by interaction with the antigen and activation by a TH cell.  This causes differentiation and proliferation – antibody production via plasma cells.  2ary response is when memory cells are activated and diff and prol. again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is complement?  Describe how complement is activated (both the alternate and classical pathways).  What does activated complement do?&lt;br /&gt;    Complement cascade – starts w/ Ig and C1.in classical pathway.  Leads to MAC formation and inflammatory response (vaso perm and vaso dil. By C3a and C5a – activate histamine which causes dilation and perm.), and opsinization.  Alternate pathway and lectin pathways can also activate it.  Regulated by C1 inhibitor and C4 inhibitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 13 - Cellular Immune Responses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Describe how Natural Killer (NK) cells function to destroy virus-infected and tumor cells.&lt;br /&gt;    CD8 cells interact with cells expressing antigen on MHC I receptors.  The CD8 cell must also be co-activated by a CD4 cell by the CD4 cell binding to an MHCII receptor.  The CD4 cell releases cytokines to activate the CD8 cell.  The activated CD8 cell proliferates and differentiates into patrol cells and some memory cells.  The patrol cells are activated when presented with another MHC I receptor with the same antigen.  It releases vesicles of perforin and leaves.  The perforin moves to the infected cell and inserts itself into the membrane in rings, causing holes in the membrane, leading to cell lysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe antigen presentation to T-cells and their subsequent activation.  Be sure to include the activities of the CD4 or CD8 molecules as well as the MHC (HLA) molecules.&lt;br /&gt;    TH (CD4) cells are activated by antigen presentation on MHC class II molecules.  MHC II is expressed on antigen-presenting cells such as macrophages, dendritic cells, and B cells (though this is a special case).  Once activated, the CD4 cells act as helpers to activate B cells and CD8 cells as a co-activator with the antigen.  CD8 cells are activated when they interact with antigen presented on MHC I receptors.  This is the primary signal.  All nucleated cells have MHC I.  The second activator signal for the CD89 cell comes from a CD4 cell that has been activated by MHC II.  It releases cytokines that activate the TC cell, leading to it’s proliferation and differentiation (patrol cells and memory cells).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 14 - Immune Responses to Infectious Agents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Describe the organization of our defense systems (the 3 layers/walls of defense against pathogens and toxins).  Be sure to include each of the following components and their functions: barriers, innate responses, acute inflammation, complement, interferon, fever, and Ag-specific responses.&lt;br /&gt;     1st wall – barriers.  This includes the skin, mucous membranes, and secretions (lactic acid, fatty acids, tears, mucus, lysosyme, acid).  Barriers keep the pathogens from ever getting in to the tissues they would infect.&lt;br /&gt;    2nd wall – innate response.  Non-specific defense from immune system cells such as macrophages and natural killer cells.  The inflammatory response is part of this, and it can be mediated by the complement system and cytokines.  Interferon helps defend against viral-infected cells as it helps neighboring cells prevent infection.  The fever response raises the body temperature which helps B and T cell proliferation.&lt;br /&gt;    3rd wall – specific response.   Takes some time to mount (5-7 days).  Based on antibody interactions in B cells and activation of CD 8 cells.  IgM is the first to the scene, and helps especially with agglutination of the antigens.  Igs also neutralize the pathogen and toxins, opsinize the pathogen for phagocytosis, and activate the complement system (leading to MAC formations, inflammatory and fever responses, further opsinization).  IgG is the second main type produced in the first exposure, and the main type produced in a secondary exposure to the antigen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Define/describe the following: diapedesis, chemotactic factors, exogenous pyrogens, and endogenous pyrogens.&lt;br /&gt; Diapedesis – immune cells moving through the capillary, especially once the inflammatory response has been initiated (heat, redness, oedema, pain) via increased vasopermeability and vasodilation.&lt;br /&gt;Chemotactic factors are parts of the complement system and that attract macrophages and neutrophils to the site of the infection.&lt;br /&gt;Exogenous pyrogens are fever-inducers that come from a pathogen that is infected the body (eg.toxins, LPS).&lt;br /&gt;Endogenous pathogens are fever-inducers that come from within your body (cytokines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do the following terms mean in relation to the Ag-specific responses: specificity and memory?&lt;br /&gt;    Specificity means that each antibody will interact with only one antigen (or, more specifically, one epitope on that antigen.  It will not interact with other antigens.  Memory refers to the differentiation and proliferation of memory cells.  These cells remain in the body for years after initial exposure to the antigen and are activated upon a second exposure.  They are able to proliferate immediately, decreasing the time for the second immune response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What types of Ag are B-cells effective against?  What types of Ag are Cytotoxic T-cells effective against? &lt;br /&gt;    B cells are effective against pathogens that remain outside the cells such as bacteria, toxins, and multicellular parasites.  CD8 cells are effective against intracellular parasites such a viruses and some bacteria.  They are also useful against some non-infectious diseases such as cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe the activation of B-cells and T-cells (in the depth covered in class).  What role do helper T-cells play?&lt;br /&gt;    B cells are activated when the membrane-bound IgD or IgM on the B cell comes in contact with the antigen.  This is the first activation signal.  The B cell takes in the antigen and presents it using MHC II.  A CD4 cell comes and binds to the MHC II receptor coupled with the antigen and completes the activation of the B cell.  Once activated, the B cell proliferates and differentiates, producing plasma cells (antibody factories, can produce 2-3000 antibodies per second, but live for only 24 hours) and memory cells (stay in the body for years, ready to mount another defense against the pathogen). &lt;br /&gt;    TH cells are activated when the bind to MHC II receptors with antigen presented on APC cells.  After activation, they help with activation of B and TC cells.&lt;br /&gt;    TC cells are activated when they bind to an MHC I complex (first signal).  A TH cell then comes and, once activated by MHC II presentation, releases cytokines to activate the TC cell (2nd signal).  The TC cell then proliferates and differentiates into patrol cells and memory cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How do B-cells respond to protein Ag?  How does that differ from carbohydrate Ag?&lt;br /&gt;    Proteins give a stronger response than carbohydrates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List and describe the functions for Ab.&lt;br /&gt;    Agglutination – contains the pathogens.  Easier to phagocytose.&lt;br /&gt;    Neutralization of pathogens and toxins&lt;br /&gt;    Opsinization – phagocytosis&lt;br /&gt;    Complement activation- C1 binds to Ig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe the differences in the primary and secondary responses to an Ag.&lt;br /&gt;    1ary – first exposure.  Slower response.  Has to activate all cells.  IgM high.Makes memory cells.&lt;br /&gt;    2ary – subsequent exposures.  Fast response.  Cells already useful.  Much greater level of Ig produces.  More IgG than IgM.  Uses memory cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does an immunization do?  What are vaccines made of?&lt;br /&gt;    Gives the immune system a 1st exposure w/o causing illness.  Several types – attenuated whole (full cell, weakened chemically), inactive (dead), conjugated (w/ adjuvant to increase immune response), toxoid (inactive toxin used to create Igs against toxin – esp. for Clostridium spp.), recombinant – part of the cell)eg. Just the antigens) are made in the lab using yeast w/ the gene inserted.  Good for bacts. that do not culture well). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are allergies?  How do they occur?&lt;br /&gt;    Abnormal immune response to a non-pathogenic antigen.  Uses IgE and MAST cells to release histamine in response to the antigen.  Response too great.  Leads to dilation and perm, which can be systemic (bad – anaphylactic shock – decrease in BP).  Histamine also causes runny nose and sneezing.  Athsma – hist. released in the lungs.   Can be decreased w/ allergy shots – use the antigen to teach the body to respond w. IgG and IgA instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is autoimmunity?&lt;br /&gt;    Immune cells interpret self cells and non-self cells.  Immune response is initiated for self-tissues.  Normal proteins are seen as not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Describe why transplanted tissues and organs are commonly rejected by the host.&lt;br /&gt;    The transplant tissues have proteins on them that are not “self”, so they immune cells attack them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-7746094645121934121?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7746094645121934121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=7746094645121934121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7746094645121934121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7746094645121934121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-dont-actually-have-to-read-this-i.html' title='You don&apos;t actually have to read this... I just thought it would be funny to post.  I&apos;ll bet you wish you were a bio major, too! ;)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-8938084818173881001</id><published>2009-02-28T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:41:23.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled 3, 2009.</title><content type='html'>So, my test went well.  It was one of those tests that doesn't tax you mentally so much as physically - I had to take a few breaks just to give my hand a rest before plunging in to another long-answer question.  I spent the night at my friend Katie's house, which was great, and my brain woke me up at 6:30.  Just the way I like it.  I've realized this semester that when I give myself adequate amounts of sleep, I feel better and concentrate better.  How weird is that?  There may be something to this...  but really, I haven't had to have ANY all-nighters this semester.  Which for me, is amazing.I'm usually up at all hours of the night working away on things, secretly wanting to cry because I was so tired (my roommates Whitney told me once that she was impressed that I had the discipline to stay up and get things done even when I was exhausted.  I told her that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was impressed she never had to :) ).  Anyway, so I woke up early and got to reading around 7:00, which was just perfect.  It was a quiet morning, I just sat at the kitchen table reading away (and completing a 9-page study guide... maybe I'll post it here for fun... ha.).  It was just so nice.  And I feel like an expert on T-cell activation now.  So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Romy had a cool idea on her blog - she wanted to do a little tribute to members of her family throughout the year, and decided to do it on their respective birthdays.  Genius!  So I've decided to follow suit, and also include some great friends who are practically family too.  For those who are familiar with my blogging habits, you know that it may turn out to be a sporadic effort, and that you may be lucky to be written about in your birth month, or season, rather than the actual day.  Still, I'm going to try.  Since I'm a little behind (two months gone already!), I'll have to catch up a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with my brother Matt (his birthday is in February, so it's a good thing I'm getting this done today!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/San0f8W-F8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5xYxzh5m9SM/s1600-h/IMGP7694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/San0f8W-F8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5xYxzh5m9SM/s400/IMGP7694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308042465448433602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first I have to apologize that I don't have any great pictures of him.  His wedding pictures are really nice, but... they're not on my computer.  On the other hand, a picture of him eating a ginormous turkey sandwich is a lot more like what you'd see day-to-day of him rather than a picture of him in a tux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Matt is pretty cool.  He lives in Calgary and plays with maps all day (at least that's what I think he does.  I could be very wrong).  We weren't exactly best friends growing up, but I really appreciate him now (I guess that's how life goes).  He's really good at doing little things that mean a lot.  One day at school I was having a hard time balancing everything, and he called Domino's pizza in Rexburg and had a pizza delivered to me.  It was awesome, and completely unexpected.  I like being able to talk to him every now and again and hear about his experiences.  I can usually get some advice out of him too, which is great. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-8938084818173881001?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8938084818173881001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=8938084818173881001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8938084818173881001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8938084818173881001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled-3-2009.html' title='Untitled 3, 2009.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/San0f8W-F8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5xYxzh5m9SM/s72-c/IMGP7694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4364632854864062709</id><published>2009-02-27T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:36:37.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled 2, 2009.</title><content type='html'>I suppose there are times when one just needs to vent a little.  This is one of them.  I think my thought might come out a little jumbled, but they have been rolling around in my head for a while, and so they probably got out of order in the process, much like socks losing their partners in the dryer (on a complete side note, I did laundry last night and as I was putting away my socks, I only found ONE of one of my most comfy pairs (yes, mom, it's the moose socks you gave me for Christmas :) ).  I got down to the bottom of the hamper, and - still only one moose sock.  The thought of having lost the sock was nearly as bad as the thought to go back to the laundry room and look for it (hey, it was cold and I was tired).  I picked up my sweatshirt that had been in the laundry and shook it.  No sock fell out.  I picked up my freshly-cleaned towel and shook it, too.  No sock.  I shook it again (for good measure), and... SOCK!  I was very happy.  So were the moose, I imagine).  Ok, that was an unusually lengthy side note.  Onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation at the present time is that two of my 5 roommates are likely to be kicked out of school.  And while part of me feels sad for their situation (it is a strict punishment), part of me can't even try to feel sorry for them.  They have been messing up all semester and have been given warnings, but ignored them.  Now they are getting the consequences, and suddenly it's all "unfair".  I was at home for a couple hours today and all I (over)heard was conversation about how angry they were with our Bishop (for those unfamiliar, the Bishop at school has the authority to make these types of decisions, after counseling with the Dean of Students), how they are going to "get back" at him, and how stupid the whole thing is.  It was sickening.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what to do about things, and I realize that there may not be anything I can or even should do.  I guess I'm just trying to deal with it and not let it bother me.  But it really does.  It's hard to describe all that I have been feeling about this (and other things like it) this semester, and in a way it's been a real eye-opener.  I have never met people like this before (I have left a lot of things out... partly out of laziness, partly because I think that writing it all down would only make me feel angry again), and have been learning a lot.  One thing I have noticed is that parents' attitudes really do rub off on children.  And I am even more grateful for my parents!  They are people I can be proud of, who try their best to do the right thing and to live their lives based on principles of kindness and respect.  They are very selfless and care about others.  I am so glad that I have been able to learn from them.  I don't think my roommates have very good relationships with their parents, or their parents never bothered to teach them about respect and honesty (or, a third option, their parents did teach them all this and they were just brats about it).  It's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one thing that just gets to me is their attitude of deserving everything without having to work for it, and not appreciating the work that others do for them.  They don't understand principles of gratitude or humility.  A quotation (don't ask me who said it first) comes to mind: Don't expect the world to give you everything.  The world owes you nothing; it was here first.  I know that I haven't always been the most grateful person, and some of the experiences that I have had over the past year or so have really gotten it into my head that nothing can be taken for granted.  Every day that we have good health, we should be glad for that.  Every meal we are able to have, we should be glad for that.  So many people have much less.  I learned an interesting statistic this semester - about 73% of our tuition is paid for by tithing of the church (meaning, the amount that I stress about having to pay every semester is only about 27% of the actual cost of my education).  That is a whole lot of money being paid by people I have never even met.  And I think that we owe it to the members of the church to treat our educations with respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I have exhausted today's frustrations, and I'm doubtful of my ability to even try to add in another jumbled thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I should really be studying for a test right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4364632854864062709?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4364632854864062709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4364632854864062709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4364632854864062709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4364632854864062709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled-2-2009.html' title='Untitled 2, 2009.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-916419515266043534</id><published>2009-01-20T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:34:50.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled, 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, I was recently informed (and by "recently", I mean approximately 2 weeks ago) that my parents have been pretty awesome for a while now. Which is true. But it was meant as a subtle (sort of) hint and reminder that I haven't exactly updated my blog in a long time. So... here goes. I'm all rusty though. Might not have any witty remarks until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm taking a ceramics class this semester (just for fun), and I'm enjoying it, though I'm definitely at the shallow end of the artistic talent pool in that class.  There are a lot of amazingly creative people there, it's fun to see each other's work and style.  We had our first assignment this week - we had to make a piece using coils (which is a fancy artist term for "rolled-out snakes").  Here is mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SXalGquYggI/AAAAAAAAADo/LZv1Dn_mPsI/s1600-h/piece+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SXalGquYggI/AAAAAAAAADo/LZv1Dn_mPsI/s400/piece+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293599945987228162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 12 inches across.  I suppose it will be good for holding fruit... or socks... or maybe a LOT of jelly beans! :)  I took the picture with my phone, so it's not the best quality, but you can see what I made... you can also see a bit of Josh's castle and Maiko's sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-916419515266043534?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/916419515266043534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=916419515266043534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/916419515266043534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/916419515266043534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled-2009.html' title='Untitled, 2009.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SXalGquYggI/AAAAAAAAADo/LZv1Dn_mPsI/s72-c/piece+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-8379560053899514225</id><published>2008-11-02T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:19:34.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Update</title><content type='html'>I have the coolest parents in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you all should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-8379560053899514225?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8379560053899514225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=8379560053899514225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8379560053899514225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8379560053899514225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/11/news-update.html' title='News Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4083451040812358818</id><published>2008-10-15T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:31:30.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Love* Rexburg #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SPYzrF1TzII/AAAAAAAAADM/23SVsuKDUuI/s1600-h/091708_13381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SPYzrF1TzII/AAAAAAAAADM/23SVsuKDUuI/s400/091708_13381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257446430394797186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University Bookstore has lots of cute signs like this one, all with happy, bubbly, idealistic thoughts: "Always Kiss Me Goodnight", "All Because Two People Fell In Love", etc.  You know the types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me wrong, these are good things.  It's good to remind ourselves of the goals and philosophies we want to incorporate into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to draw the line with this one.  "Live Simply", cut out of sheet metal, with a star and twine for decoration.  Yours to display in your own home for only $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 for a sign that reminds me to "Live Simply"?  Isn't buying the sign a violation of the very lifestyle it encourages?  If you're  so in love with the concept of Living Simply that you want to buy a sign to remind you to do it, then I think you may have missed the boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4083451040812358818?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4083451040812358818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4083451040812358818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4083451040812358818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4083451040812358818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/10/reasons-to-love-rexburg-2.html' title='Reasons to Love* Rexburg #2'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SPYzrF1TzII/AAAAAAAAADM/23SVsuKDUuI/s72-c/091708_13381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4548177492731707052</id><published>2008-10-14T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:13:47.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to Love* Rexburg #1</title><content type='html'>The David O. McKay library has a bit of a tradition.  A daily ritual, if you will.  Every night at 11:20, an announcement comes over the P.A. system: "The David O. McKay library will be closing in 10 minutes.  Please take all materials to be checked out to the circulation desk."  This announcement is especially annoying when it comes on when you are on a roll with whatever project you're working on.  Knowing that by the time you pack up, walk home, and get everything set up again you will have forgotten that brilliant idea to add to your essay adds to the sense of urgency.  Like you're a spy working against a tight deadline, and have to transmit some important information to HQ before the building blows up.  Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it weren't bad enough that you have to rush to finish your thoughts, it's made worse by The Music.  As the announcement ends, a song begins to play.  It's a different song every night, but they all have the same quality: they are so incredibly obnoxious that they make it impossible to think, thus rendering the last 9 minutes of possible productivity completely useless.  Sometimes the songs are so bad you want to run out of the library.  Which I suppose is a fairly decent strategy for the students who work in the library and probably want to go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the usual announcement (on a side note, I realized tonight that they never actually say that you have to leave the library and go home.  Just to take all materials to the circulation desk.  Hm...), a song began to play.  But it was not like any other library closing I had heard before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata- What a wonderful phrase!  Hakuna Matata- ain't no passin' craze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best. Library. Closing. Song. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help but want to dance as I walked down the stairs, through the East and West wings, and out the door.  I did manage to call Teags, and left what I can only imagine is the World's Coolest Message on her phone.  Because cool things like this just don't happen every day.  And that's why this is a reason to love Rexburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*in this series, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; may or may not be the actual emotion felt, depending on the level of sarcasm of the day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4548177492731707052?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4548177492731707052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4548177492731707052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4548177492731707052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4548177492731707052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/10/reasons-to-love-rexburg-1.html' title='Reasons to Love* Rexburg #1'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-6385048609804318924</id><published>2008-08-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:46:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to Love Washington #14</title><content type='html'>Out-of-Date Police Car Scanners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving home from a friend's house on a Sunday night around 11:45. Listening to music, I got distracted, and sang along (which takes talent when the music is orchestral, but that's why horn players are cool). I turned (nearly home now), and noticed a car following me. Which was strange because the main street was nearly deserted to begin with, and what would the odds be of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; other car on the road &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; turning down the same street?   Weird.  I turned onto my street. The car still followed. Double weird.  The car suddenly had flashy lights on it's roof. Red and blue ones, brightly illuminating the otherwise dark street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crumbucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled over (conveniently, I was already in front of my house).    Cop came out.   Apparently I had been going 36 in a 25 zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double crumbucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever had a ticket before?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, sir, and I'm feeling pretty stupid right about now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I wasn't even in a hurry.   It would be one thing to have a dramatic story to tell the officer, explaining why I was in such a hurry ("I'm in labor!"  "My sister called, there's a family emergency!"  "I left the oven on!"  "I have to pee!").   Any of these would have been better than mine: "Well, I was listening to some music, and there was this great horn line, and so I was singing along to it, and kinda got lost in the moment... and it's not like there are other cars on this road at 11:45 at night or anything, and even when there are, no one keeps to 25 anyway!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chose to not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this is a 120$ fine (speeding, not silence, which is ok now because of the 5th amendment).   Have I mentioned I don't have a job?   He asked for my license.   I passed it over, and explained why it looks weird (it's Canadian!).   He looked at my plates.  They're from Idaho.  Cop was confused as to why I have a Manitoba license, driving a car registered to my name from Idaho, and speeding in Washington.  I don't blame him.  It took a little while to explain it all.  He took my papers back to his car.  I assumed a somewhat fetal position, banging my head rhythmically against the steering wheel while muttering: "stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed me my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explained that the scanners in his car wouldn't recognize the Manitoba license format, so he couldn't register the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eyed me warily, as if to peer into the depths of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;"Watch your speed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel badly for speeding, but I'm very glad that I didn't get a ticket.  But I also think it's weird (in an advantageous-to-me kind of way) that their scanners don't recognize Manitoba licenses. I mean, I know that not very many people from Manitoba probably make their way to Washington, and even fewer are dumb enough to speed, and fewer still dumb enough to get caught, but you would think they would have the equipment to deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-6385048609804318924?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6385048609804318924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=6385048609804318924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6385048609804318924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6385048609804318924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-to-love-washington-14.html' title='Reason to Love Washington #14'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-8814275181229187956</id><published>2008-08-23T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:54:36.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to Love Washington #15</title><content type='html'>Mount Rainier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On overcast days, you can't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on non-overcast days, you can see it peek through Washington's ubiquitous evergreens (they didn't name it the Evergreen State out of sarcasm, that's for sure).  It's cool, because sometimes I forget it's there, and then I'll take a turn while driving, come around the corner, and have a beautiful vista open up in front of me.  Ta-da!  It's a mountain!  And it's awesome.  And I'm sure people can tell I'm not from around here because sometimes I just have to pull over so I can gaze at it and take a picture.  Or look around to see whether there is a better vantage point nearby.  I've found some pretty good ones....  The mountain always catches my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLCvJMf1FkI/AAAAAAAAADE/5cspI05MHww/s1600-h/IMGP0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLCvJMf1FkI/AAAAAAAAADE/5cspI05MHww/s400/IMGP0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237878939140298306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mount Rainier.  Sunrise.  View from my window.  Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-8814275181229187956?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8814275181229187956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=8814275181229187956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8814275181229187956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8814275181229187956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-to-love-washington-15.html' title='Reason to Love Washington #15'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLCvJMf1FkI/AAAAAAAAADE/5cspI05MHww/s72-c/IMGP0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-2032478407642276609</id><published>2008-08-23T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T17:41:28.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to Love Washington #16</title><content type='html'>Blackberries!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to pick berries for FHE so we could make freezer jam.  And you know what's cool?  The berries were free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell you about the excitement I felt at the prospect of free* berries.  And then we made loads of jam which is very tasty on toast.  I ended up with nearly 2 litres of jam.  Which should last me for at least a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was all free**!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLCqRP9kPOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ivDTarRCCHI/s1600-h/IMGP0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLCqRP9kPOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ivDTarRCCHI/s400/IMGP0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237873579951144162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artsy-fartsy shot of blackberries accumulating frost as they thaw after being taken out of the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*free minus cost of bandaids and neosporin to treat thorn scrapes, and emotional damage from having to run away when people who lived nearby released the hounds on us (even though the trail was public property).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**free minus cost of sugar and pectin to make the jam, and containers in which to freeze the jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-2032478407642276609?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2032478407642276609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=2032478407642276609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2032478407642276609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2032478407642276609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-to-love-washington-16.html' title='Reason to Love Washington #16'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLCqRP9kPOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ivDTarRCCHI/s72-c/IMGP0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-7729456101791327183</id><published>2008-08-23T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:40:12.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to Love Washington #17 (I'll fill in the other sixteen later)</title><content type='html'>I was driving around Bellevue yesterday before meeting some YSA branch peeps at the temple for a baptismal session.   I had gone earlier in the day to spend some time there, but it was presently dinnertime, so I was driving around looking for some sort of food establishment.  I never did find one, but I found something even BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else but Washington (okay, maybe Orgeon) could you have a public park that features a water area with a life-sized orca sculpture that shoots fountains of water out its blowhole?  I had to stop for pictures.  It was cool, and really fun to watch the kids playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBXZg1zMoI/AAAAAAAAACs/bCYmVFS0S8M/s1600-h/IMGP0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBXZg1zMoI/AAAAAAAAACs/bCYmVFS0S8M/s400/IMGP0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237782462455820930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBXZ8797DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NcedRtVW9NQ/s1600-h/IMGP0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBXZ8797DI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NcedRtVW9NQ/s400/IMGP0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237782469997882418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orca distraction made me a little more pressed for time than I would have like to have been, so I never did find a place to eat, and wound up eating a box of jellybeans for dinner.  Don't tell my mom. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-7729456101791327183?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/7729456101791327183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=7729456101791327183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7729456101791327183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/7729456101791327183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-to-love-washington-8.html' title='Reason to Love Washington #17 (I&apos;ll fill in the other sixteen later)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBXZg1zMoI/AAAAAAAAACs/bCYmVFS0S8M/s72-c/IMGP0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-8297706232920307374</id><published>2008-08-23T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:01:22.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rexburg!!</title><content type='html'>Hm, so I had an idea for something all artistic and crafty in February, but never really got around to doing it... until now! (Dun dan dunnnnn).  Those familiar with the Rexburg temple will know that the temple uses a lot of wheat motifs in its decor, especially in the stained glass windows.  For those not familiar with the Rexburg temple, you need to know that it uses a lot of wheat motifs in its decor, especially in the stained glass windows.  I love the designs that are used.  The motif was also used a lot in the Rexburg Temple Celebration in which I performed the night before the dedication.  It was a very touching experience for me, and I thought it would be cool to somehow snag a piece of the set... but before you report me, all I did was pick up some heads of wheat that had fallen onto the floor off of some displays.  That makes what I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gleaning&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theft&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I planned what I wanted to make a while ago, but never really had the time, and have consequently been carrying little heads of wheat with me in my luggage all summer.  But now I've finished it!  And I have to say I'm kinda proud of it.  I used a window box so the wheat could go inside, and the stained glass motif is on a piece of vellum that has been attacked with both Sharpies and pencil crayons (those are Canadian colored pencils).  So here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBVwrcCqOI/AAAAAAAAACc/NabTuivFdhg/s1600-h/IMGP0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBVwrcCqOI/AAAAAAAAACc/NabTuivFdhg/s400/IMGP0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237780661414308066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished creation!  Though it's hard to tell from the picture, it's very beautiful when light shines through it, it creates a really neat glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBVw_20moI/AAAAAAAAACk/6vd9GCxYewE/s1600-h/IMGP0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBVw_20moI/AAAAAAAAACk/6vd9GCxYewE/s400/IMGP0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237780666895342210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design a little more close-up.  And wheat. Lots of wheat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-8297706232920307374?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8297706232920307374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=8297706232920307374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8297706232920307374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8297706232920307374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/rexburg.html' title='Rexburg!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBVwrcCqOI/AAAAAAAAACc/NabTuivFdhg/s72-c/IMGP0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4369170312634482235</id><published>2008-08-23T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:04:30.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you, Teresa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBQvTTBccI/AAAAAAAAACE/B_wAryJiHG0/s1600-h/IMGP0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBQvTTBccI/AAAAAAAAACE/B_wAryJiHG0/s400/IMGP0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237775140196020674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cut my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say I cut it, I really mean it. The other night, around 10:30, I decided I wanted a haircut.  Immediately.  So I found my scissors and brush, and commenced my work.  I don't think I did too badly!  Maybe if the whole med school thing doesn't work out... I'll go to beauty school instead.  They both involve cutting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4369170312634482235?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4369170312634482235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4369170312634482235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4369170312634482235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4369170312634482235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cut-my-hair.html' title='This is for you, Teresa...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SLBQvTTBccI/AAAAAAAAACE/B_wAryJiHG0/s72-c/IMGP0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-5028717202437526185</id><published>2008-08-20T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:22:28.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iorana!!</title><content type='html'>One of our branch FHEs this summer.  We learned a Tahitian hula, while the guys learned a haka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed a little encouragment to shake our hips in public, though, and our Tahitian dance-trained instructor (on the left in the grey)responded to our shyness with: "Geez, girls, it's no wonder you're in the singles ward.  Now shake it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I think we did pretty well for just an hour's practice... and it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLc02vzwBrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLc02vzwBrU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-5028717202437526185?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5028717202437526185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=5028717202437526185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5028717202437526185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5028717202437526185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/iorana.html' title='Iorana!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-2334567388704915688</id><published>2008-08-05T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:06.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab Sweet Lab</title><content type='html'>The fabled day has arrived.  The long-promised pictures of my internship are posted.  Now is a good time to put on your "ability to laugh at bad situations" mojo.  I'm having trouble getting the pictures loaded, so I may have to do this in installments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWB8M2G5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P3sCrZ7qgn4/s1600-h/IMGP9418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWB8M2G5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P3sCrZ7qgn4/s400/IMGP9418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231095927274871698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside of the building.  Or shack.  It tends to look bigger from the outside than it really is.  For scale, if I were standing right next to it, my head would reach past the shadow level on the side wall.  There is apond to the right, and settling ponds to the left (the white hollowing in the ground).  The lab is built down into the ground a few feet (you open the door and go down a few stairs), thus ensuring the floor is very close to the water table.  This helps maintain the moist environment that is so crucial to the survival of the various species of mold and fungus in the lab.  In places where the floor is not as, um, solid, as we might like, you can actually look through the holes and see the water flowing about 5 inches beneath the floorboards.  This system is not as bad as it might sound, as it provides the lab with its only supply of running water that isn't fed into the fish tanks.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWC47IVEI/AAAAAAAAABE/yu_zkKevt8A/s1600-h/IMGP9446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWC47IVEI/AAAAAAAAABE/yu_zkKevt8A/s400/IMGP9446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231095943575131202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe this is an elephant fungus.  And his friends.  Under some of the tanks.  Which aren't really tanks, but rather 38-gallon Rubbermaid tubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWD3VC1XI/AAAAAAAAABM/ehP-b2zx8_8/s1600-h/IMGP9456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWD3VC1XI/AAAAAAAAABM/ehP-b2zx8_8/s400/IMGP9456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231095960326821234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemical storage area.  Organization and temperature and humidity controls are, apparently, optional, as is labeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWEYHw5RI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y1wX1qCeP-g/s1600-h/IMGP9458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWEYHw5RI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y1wX1qCeP-g/s400/IMGP9458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231095969129489682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin that contained aflatoxin.  I can't figure out how to rotate it.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWFOFplYI/AAAAAAAAABc/c_HEjtkXnWs/s1600-h/IMGP9455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWFOFplYI/AAAAAAAAABc/c_HEjtkXnWs/s400/IMGP9455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231095983616136578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black mold growing on the walls in the lab, coming through the new paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-2334567388704915688?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/2334567388704915688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=2334567388704915688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2334567388704915688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/2334567388704915688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/08/lab-sweet-lab.html' title='Lab Sweet Lab'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SJiWB8M2G5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P3sCrZ7qgn4/s72-c/IMGP9418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-275883985184326608</id><published>2008-07-01T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:06.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Canada Day!!</title><content type='html'>It's July 1st!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SGqD8uYhnHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZmokDL6-fpg/s1600-h/800px-Canada_flag_halifax_9_-04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SGqD8uYhnHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZmokDL6-fpg/s400/800px-Canada_flag_halifax_9_-04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218128197528427634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means it's Canada's birthday, and that makes me happy because I like Canada.  I may be biased, but that's my prerogative as a Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;At church on Sunday, our Branch President spoke, and one of the things he mentioned was about how grateful he was to live in the United States.  He listed some of the good things about this country, and called it the "Best in the World".  I was visiting with a friend later that evening, and, knowing that I am Canadian,  she asked me what I thought about President Bigelow's words.  I figured that there are lots of things I could agree with-- that there are a lot of good things in the states, a lot of great things about it (they let me come to school here!).  I can even see why to many who live here, it really is the best country in the world.  But... (and I may be biased) I found that I just couldn't quite get my heart to agree.  My mind, yes, my heart... not quite.  Yes, the states have a lot of great things going on-- but so does Canada!  And I love the freedoms and opportunities that I was able to grow up having.  We've seen a lot of the country while traveling and moving as a family, and while every region is unique,  that diversity that is part of what I love about Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... to kick-off July... I'm going to make a Love List for Canada... I realize that some of these things are not exclusive to Canada, but they are there and they rock nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature!&lt;br /&gt;    -the Canadian Shield&lt;br /&gt;    -the Rockies&lt;br /&gt;    -the Prairies (yes, even the prairies... they grow on you after a while... ha, no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;    -Aurora Borealis&lt;br /&gt;    -Winters are beautiful (dang cold, but beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;    -the East Coast&lt;br /&gt;    -the West Coast&lt;br /&gt;       -Forests&lt;br /&gt;       -camping&lt;br /&gt;       -canoeing&lt;br /&gt;       -biking&lt;br /&gt;       -cross-country skiing&lt;br /&gt;       -the beach&lt;br /&gt;       -fall leaves, and pressing them in heavy books&lt;br /&gt;       -wildlife- Canada geese, moosen, deer, polar bears, grizzlies, beavers, lobsters (ok maybe those don't count... but they are still cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food!&lt;br /&gt;    -Ketchup Chips&lt;br /&gt;       -Aero Bars&lt;br /&gt;       -Poutine&lt;br /&gt;       -Kinder Eggs (for the toy, not the chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;       -Maple Syrup&lt;br /&gt;       -Maple Candy (one is more than enough)&lt;br /&gt;       -Maple Cookies&lt;br /&gt;    -Maple Taffy (boil the syrup/sap and then pour it in a little trench in the snow, then roll it up on a popsicle stick to eat it like a lollipop)&lt;br /&gt;       -Shreddies&lt;br /&gt;       -Fruit stands by the side of the road in the summertime (especially in Ontario)&lt;br /&gt;       -Nanaimo Bars&lt;br /&gt;       -Pierogies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Role Models!&lt;br /&gt;    -Terry Fox&lt;br /&gt;    -Emily Carr&lt;br /&gt;       -Kim Campbell (the U.S. is busy making a big fuss over having a female President, meanwhile, we had a female P.M. over 10 years ago.  Even if she was in office for only nine months, and only because of some unfortunate troubles with the preceeding P.M.)&lt;br /&gt;       -uhhh... I guess there should be more here but... brain lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dominion as a Whole!&lt;br /&gt;       -Freedom&lt;br /&gt;       -Democracy&lt;br /&gt;       -Bilingualism- and not just on cereal boxes&lt;br /&gt;       -Multiculturalism (and not to mention all the tasty food that comes with it  :) )&lt;br /&gt;       -An honourable military tradition of peacekeeping and libration&lt;br /&gt;    -socialized health care (it may not be a perfect system, but it's one of the best)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous!&lt;br /&gt;       -spelling things with "extra" letters (I'm looking at you, u)&lt;br /&gt;       -special distinction for the letter Z to not rhyme with any other letters of the alphabet&lt;br /&gt;       -cool-looking money (hockey on a fiver = awesome)&lt;br /&gt;       -doughnuts always within a short drive&lt;br /&gt;       -an understated national identity, and the accompanying self-deprecating humour&lt;br /&gt;       -"Sorry"&lt;br /&gt;       -"Eh"&lt;br /&gt;    -Mounties and the musical ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what have I missed?  What are your favourites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-275883985184326608?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/275883985184326608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=275883985184326608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/275883985184326608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/275883985184326608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-canada-day.html' title='It&apos;s Canada Day!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/SGqD8uYhnHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZmokDL6-fpg/s72-c/800px-Canada_flag_halifax_9_-04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-3036236908908951911</id><published>2008-05-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:40:38.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross-out Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a long day in Olympia this week, I came home and made some salsa and nachos (and by "made" I mean "opened the salsa jar and poured some into a bowl"), and decided to watch a bit of TV to unwind.  Channel surfing didn't yield much that was interesting until the University of Washington channel caught my eye.  I guess the med school there does video lectures, and the orthpaedic surgery department was presenting a seminar on shoulder reconstruction.  The professor spoke (rather blandly) about the surgery itself (I guess a video lecture is still a lecture, and therefore, can be quite dry), but then indicated a that a video would be shown of the procedure being done on an actual patient.  Sweet!  So of course I watched it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really cool.  They showed all the incisions and explained what they were doing and why.  There was a lot more drilling than I thought there would be, and also more, um, gushing, for lack of a better word.  But it was still very cool.  I saw the bones in the shoulder joint and how they fit together and rotate.  I saw the layers of muscle carefully separated and later sewed back together such that the proper function and movement was retained (though I imagine the patient will be sore for a little while!).  Definitely interesting stuff, and I couldn't help but be a in bit of awe of the precision and complexity of the surgery.  It was kind of... elegant.  I know that's a bit of a weird word to use here, but it was really neat to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point, I also realized that I was eating while watching surgery (and its inherent, um, mess), and that it didn't faze me.  Part of thought that maybe that's weird, that you shouldn't be able to watch people be cut open while munching away on dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then that I looked at my bowl of salsa and realized that it kind of looked like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least it wasn't spaghetti and meatballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-3036236908908951911?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/3036236908908951911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=3036236908908951911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3036236908908951911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/3036236908908951911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/gross-out-alert.html' title='Gross-out Alert!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-8842460179421480980</id><published>2008-05-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:08:06.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May already?  How did that happen?  (I know, I know, the earth kept rotating.  But I swear it's speeding up!)</title><content type='html'>First off, I apologize for my month-long hiatus from the blog.  In my defense, I was running around the country having way too much fun to think about writing.  Ok, actually, I just haven’t had much internet access, and the few minutes I have had I thought were better spent with emails.  Anyway, now that I have found the public library near work that has Wi-fi, it appears that problem has been solved.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping to write about my trip, but I need to organize things (pictures, etc) before that can really happen, so it will probably come in installments.  In the meantime, enjoy the following random story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I go through the checkout line at a grocery store or drugstore, I like to look at what people are buying and try to figure out what they’re up to that day.  A stressed-out looking mom buying plastic forks and paper plates at a drugstore for twice the price at a grocery store is probably in a big rush and took the closest thing she could.  Child’s birthday party, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it’s a fun way to people watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh at myself yesterday as I picked up a couple things at the store before heading home after work.  I had been in town either feeding the fish or running errands since 8:30, and it was then about 7:00 at night.  I wear clothes I don’t care about at work, so I was wearing a t-shirt and black sweatpants.  My hair was a bit of a mess from running around all day and not bothering to fix it (I don’t think the fish really care what I look like).  I looked, and was, tired.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that if there are any other people out there who like to people watch like I do, and if they saw me with my purchases, it wouldn’t be very hard to figure out what I was up to for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three things I bought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg wax, Disney’s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt; (I’ve wanted it for a little while, and I rationalized it as an early birthday present), and a Toblerone bar.  I’m not sure you can say “Girl’s night in” any better than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did watch the movie while waxing my legs and munching some tasty chocolate.  A Saturday night well spent.  And my legs are so smooth.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-8842460179421480980?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/8842460179421480980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=8842460179421480980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8842460179421480980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/8842460179421480980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-already-how-did-that-happen-i-know.html' title='May already?  How did that happen?  (I know, I know, the earth kept rotating.  But I swear it&apos;s speeding up!)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-5106024315930511993</id><published>2008-04-10T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:06.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback...</title><content type='html'>Well, exams are finally over and while I have a lot of packing and cleaning to do, I thought I'd take advantage of the momentary lull to do a little update.  Yes, Michelle, this is for you. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, massive kudos and thanks off to Kyooyoo for letting me borrow Babar tomorrow morning.  My brilliant, well-laid plans for obtaining a car by the end of the semester have been freakishly abrupted week after week, so that I am still without car and need to move my things into a storage unit tomorrow before midnight, at which point I will board a bus with the rest of the BYU-Idaho symphony band to get on our way toward the deep South for a two week tour.  So really, Kyoo, you are a lifesaver.  And I know you read this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes, we're heading on tour!!  We leave soon, but I'm not sure it has really sunk in yet.  Exams will do that to you.  I'm not even sure today in Thursday; I lost all sense of time last week.  We're going to Dallas, Mississippi, Louisiana, Tennessee, Florida, and Alabama.  I think we have 16 concerts total over the tour, but we also have a lot of service opportunities, and I am really glad for that.  In our tour preparation, they have emphasized that yes, we need to prepare our music and be ready to perform the best we can, but we also need to remember that it's not about the music so much as it is about the lives we can touch.  I'm hoping to have some missionary experiences while I'm out there; they don't come as often in Rexburg as one might hope.  We also have some service projects and stuff, so I'm sure it will be fun.  Sadly, this may prevent me from being able to update my little blog over the next little while, but you can expect some massive bloggage (that doesn't sound like a comfortable word...tehe ) when I return.  I just hope that my hair doesn't frizz and my face break out from the humidity.  If that is the case, then the post will be delayed slightly to allow for photoshopping.  Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on to the topic of choice... and the reason for the title...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our Temple Celebration DVDs Tuesday in class.  For those unfamiliar, the symphony band played the program music in the Rexburg Temple cultural celebration in February.  The celebration was the night before the dedication, and the main theme outlined the history of the Saints in the area.  It was really cool to learn about the early settlers and the struggles they went through to establish this valley, and then see a fruition of their works materialized as the temple was dedicated.  I remember feeling so incredibly grateful and almost undeserving as I reflected on all they went through, and that I have many of the blessings of their efforts.  They laid the foundation for what we now enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing in that concert was one of the most fulfilling musical experiences I have ever had.  I felt as though it (the celebration as a whole) was a simple and pure (but very heartfelt) expression of the joy that we all feel in having a temple in Rexburg.  And as I watched some of the scenes in the DVD (I have yet to watch it all the way through; I'll have to wait until I have a large chunk of time available), I feel that joy again.  Like an outwelling (is that a word?) of love and bliss.  I get all choked up and cry a little when I watch it.  It's hard to describe, I guess.  Maybe those who were also in it know what I mean by that.  But I feel so glad to have been able to be a part of it, and so glad that we have a temple here (oh, if anyone knows how I can upload an mp3 to my blog, please let me know, and I will put some tracks on so you can hear it!).  I have been working in the office at the temple this semester, and it has become one of the best parts of my week, but also being able to attend pretty much whenever I want/can is amazing.  I feel a difference when I can attend often.  As though the peace that is there stays with me throughout the week, and I have started to notice and miss it when I am not able to go that often.  Anyway, I have started to ramble, and I don't know that I can really find the right words to describe what I am trying to say anyway.  Maybe that's what music is for; it fills the gaps words leave behind so our souls can express themselves more fully.  If I had my horn with me now, I would make it soar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/R_7TkRhZhYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2LFE32rk6fQ/s400/080204RexburgTemple_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187816440909628802" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-5106024315930511993?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5106024315930511993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=5106024315930511993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5106024315930511993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5106024315930511993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/04/flashback.html' title='Flashback...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/R_7TkRhZhYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2LFE32rk6fQ/s72-c/080204RexburgTemple_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-5556757613905295277</id><published>2008-03-27T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:06.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My One Regret?  Not Having Brought My Video Camera...</title><content type='html'>So, it was an eventful day-- I went to Dr. Mills, an orthopaedic surgeon, for a consultation on my wrist.  Well, not exactly-- my wrist itself is fine, but it had developed a ganglion cyst on the joint.  I've had it for a while, but the last month or so it has gotten a lot worse, and seemed to be threatening to take over my arm.  And, following Murphy's law, it was on my left hand, the one I use to write, play horn, play racquetball, and most everything else.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/R-xNMDxpxCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/99hZeqQdBLc/s320/DSCF0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182602140763931682" /&gt;Anyway, it was starting to really get in the way and painful... so I went to the doctor and he had a look, took some Xrays (very cool to look at), and then we chatted about options.  Settling on aspirating it, he prepped the instruments.  The aspiration procedure basically involves sticking a large needle into the cyst and sucking out its guts.  With no anaesthetic.  After having disinfected the area, he had his assistant help hold my arm down (any sudden jerking movements from the pain would make it ten times worse), then he put the needle in and sucked away.  It was pretty cool to see, actually, and he pulled about 1.5 cc of fluid out.  That may not sound like a lot, but it's amazing what it can do when it's not supposed to be in there.  I was surprised to see it-- it was thick like hair gel.  Not that I'd recommend using it in your hair.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so now my wrist is back to normal (aside from some rather intense bruising), but I have to admit that I feel a strange sense of loss.  Almost like a friend has moved away.  Except that now it doesn't hurt to type, so that is great.  I'd post a picture, but, well, it's not a pretty sight right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I have only 2 weeks left of school, and then I'll be on tour!  It's strange, but I don't think it has really hit me yet that we'll be in the South.  It'll be a neat experience, though, and I've never been there before (Texas, Louisiana, Tennessee, Alabama, Florida, Mississippi), so I'm looking forward to that adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also getting things ready for my internship in Washington.  I was able to find a place to live this week, so I am glad about that.  Mom is also relieved that I will not be resorting to my plan B, which was to buy a tent and some gear and just camp out all summer.  But I still think that would have been fun....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-5556757613905295277?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5556757613905295277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=5556757613905295277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5556757613905295277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5556757613905295277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-one-regret-not-having-brought-my.html' title='My One Regret?  Not Having Brought My Video Camera...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/R-xNMDxpxCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/99hZeqQdBLc/s72-c/DSCF0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-5938708207292453828</id><published>2008-03-12T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:06.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Alert!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, last night, I found myself cramming (as often happens) to prepare an informative speech for my public speaking class.  Before you think I am a complete slacker, I *did* choose my topic a few days ago.  I just hadn't written our what I would say.  Or put together the power points.  Or practiced.  No matter.  A grand effort from 11 pm to ten to six this morning proved sufficient, and I presented in my 9 am class to critical acclaim (none of my classmates fell asleep while I was talking).  I talked about how penicillin works, which I think is one of the coolest things ever, but that is a topic for another day (actually, I'm quite proud of my power points, I might try to post them on here.  I used pacman screen shots to illustrate phagocytosis.  Hehe.).  Anyway, while searching for some suitable images to use in the presentation, I came across this gem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/R9iUOCYCarI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kdnumUtvipI/s1600-h/nz149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/R9iUOCYCarI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kdnumUtvipI/s320/nz149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177050740539157170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to stifle the loud laugh that wanted to come out; my roommate was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the room.  But it just makes me giddy with joy.  Hehehe.  Yes, I am clearly a bio geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-5938708207292453828?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/5938708207292453828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=5938708207292453828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5938708207292453828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/5938708207292453828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/03/geek-alert.html' title='Geek Alert!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QjNXKdl5t84/R9iUOCYCarI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kdnumUtvipI/s72-c/nz149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-4762946662328902429</id><published>2008-03-05T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:58:57.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I received some absolutely exciting news today-- I got a scholarship for next year!  It was completely unexpected, as I didn't apply for it, it was done automatically through the biology department.  I got an email that said something to the effect of "your student financial account has been updated", and I fully expected that when I logged on, I would see that I owed the school money for something or other, and that I couldn't register for more classes until it was paid.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, it was a welcome surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, that is a big understatement.  It turns out that the scholarship is funded by a former biology department chair and his wife who have long since retired, but keep giving back to the students.  And I find myself so humbled by that.  How many people do you know who give hundreds of dollars to people they don't know?  It has made me even more aware of the amazing influence people can have in the world, that we can help others through the means that we are given.  It has been an interesting semester for me.  I have had a lot of "learning opportunities" (code for "sometimes life sucks"), but through them I have become more and more aware of the difference that we can make in each others' lives.  I have had so many instances this semester where some kind words from a friend, or some compassion shown, or an offer to help have made all the difference in my day.  And it has made me realize more and more how selfish I am.  That all too often I don't think of others, or when I do, sometimes I don't do anything about it, and it remains a lonely thought in my brain, never fully actualized.  I have learned so much through others' examples lately, and it just makes me want to be better.  I hope that someday I have the means to help others, but more importantly, that if or when that happens, I have the heart to want to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-4762946662328902429?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/4762946662328902429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=4762946662328902429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4762946662328902429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/4762946662328902429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/03/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976017926348622150.post-6896694191373471936</id><published>2008-03-03T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T09:17:39.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have decided to start a little blog.  I figured this would be especially good for the summer since I'll be doing an internship in Washington state in cancer research, and it would be nice to be able to keep friends and family updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little title, "Life is Beautiful" is meant as a bit of a play on words-- I am a biology major, and studying life has led me to an ever-increasing appreciation for and awe of it.  Perhaps it's an indication of my geekiness that I find the opening and closing of Na+/K+ ATPase channels as elegant as ballet, but I really find a beauty in how life lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also find that as I get a little older (and hopefully wiser along with that), life itself (in the more standard, social definition) becomes more beautiful and meaningful.  There is so much to be glad about.  I don't mean to sound naive, and I am certainly aware that life can be extremely difficult and trying, but I also find that if we focus on the things that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; matter, we can always find something to be glad about.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur.  L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux"  -- St. Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'll have a place to write down my experiences, adventures, and thoughts about life.  Not that I have anything particularly profound to say.  I'm sure that if you don't know me, this blog will be very boring.  Heck, it might bore you even if you do know me, but you know what?  It's not about you.  Suck it up, princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976017926348622150-6896694191373471936?l=adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/feeds/6896694191373471936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6976017926348622150&amp;postID=6896694191373471936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6896694191373471936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976017926348622150/posts/default/6896694191373471936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofthegreatkabuki.blogspot.com/2008/03/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
