<?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-8646714430015918631</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:55:51.009-05:00</updated><category term='R.I.P.'/><category term='New Word Wednesday'/><category term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Blind Visions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646714430015918631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kalliope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15278254449826896320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SFKGSUGCc6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dc8aiAINzJ4/S220/1041831567_ebutpsycho.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646714430015918631.post-608393847754802319</id><published>2009-01-09T16:41:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:57:22.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P.'/><title type='text'>Trixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it has been awhile, but something happened to me recently that I really needed to share. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SWgQgUJxjVI/AAAAAAAAABk/TEN_21GAXY4/s1600-h/DSC00193+-+A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SWgQgUJxjVI/AAAAAAAAABk/TEN_21GAXY4/s320/DSC00193+-+A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289495909698211154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Saturday, January 3, 2009 one of the best living creatures to ever walk the planet was taken from my life. Her name was Trixie.  I first met Trixie w&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hen I was a Junior in high school.  I remember walking home after I got off the bus and as I stepped onto the side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walk that led up to my front do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or I see this little ball of black running towards me.  I remember getting down on the ground to get a better look and seeing this beautiful little chihuahua.  She was so sweet, but right away I could tell she had already had a hard life.  Trixie was approximately 8 years old when we got her tho&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;se 7 short years ago and she bore the scars of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a dog with a very dark past.  We don't know what happened to her, but clearly based on the way she reacted when we would try to pick her up, she had been abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I didn't think about it when she first passed, but something my parents said stuck with me.  They told me that she never demanded any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thing of us, whether it be time or affection.  She came into our live quietly and left the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SWgVa_hHSdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Pyf0AkjfSnY/s1600-h/DSC00251+-+A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SWgVa_hHSdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Pyf0AkjfSnY/s320/DSC00251+-+A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289501315817753042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;For me she had a calming presence.  All she wanted out o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;f life was to be fed, let out for potty, to have a comfortable place to sleep (often curled in/on a blanket/pillow on the couch) and occasionally to be let out so she could sunbathe.  Trixie used to sleep with my parents, but in more recent months had been sleeping in my room as she was getting older and was having trouble seeing making it very unsafe for her to jump down off the bed in the middle of the night to get a drink of water.  I will miss my own personal little heater.  For a dog with hardly any fur she emitted an unusual amount of heat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I feel truly honored to have been blessed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;God to know this extraordinary little being.  I will miss her.  I have notic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ed that since she has passed I find myself looking for her more now then when she was alive.  I am not sure why, but I guess it is because even though I know that eventually every living thing will die someday I never expected her to leave our lives so soon.  It feels like we just got her and now she is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SWgaWX4pnyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xLXd-j95oSo/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SWgaWX4pnyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xLXd-j95oSo/s320/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289506734017716002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Rest in peace Trixie , you will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Until next time remember, "Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring -- it was peace." ~ Milan Kundera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646714430015918631-608393847754802319?l=kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf0388e5c31235d4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/feeds/608393847754802319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646714430015918631&amp;postID=608393847754802319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646714430015918631/posts/default/608393847754802319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646714430015918631/posts/default/608393847754802319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/2009/01/trixie.html' title='Trixie'/><author><name>Kalliope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15278254449826896320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SFKGSUGCc6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dc8aiAINzJ4/S220/1041831567_ebutpsycho.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SWgQgUJxjVI/AAAAAAAAABk/TEN_21GAXY4/s72-c/DSC00193+-+A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646714430015918631.post-5990014248129883489</id><published>2008-08-28T16:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:55:28.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone has fears. Many people don't want to share them because they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; or are afraid of what people might think or say. I am no exception. I have fears too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For instance, I am afraid of failing. You are probably thinking to yourself that I am the only one who can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; whether or not I fail. Or your thinking that by not doing anything I have already failed and am in fact not afraid of failure, but in reality am afraid of success. You are right on both counts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure whether this next fear actually qualifies as a fear or if it is just a fault. I am afraid of disappointing the people I consider most dear to my heart. I have a bad habit of not learning from my mistakes until I have made the same mistake over and over again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For instance earlier this week I was supposed to do some chores, but because I was tired that particular day, I chose not to do them and put them off until later in the week. Now I have done this before and you would think that by now I have learned my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt; that life always has something new to throw at you, but no I haven't. In putting off my chores I caused more work for someone else and now I find out that in addition to that I will lose a day to do my chores because of a major Saints day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those of you not in the know, I am Orthodox and in the Orthodox faith there are certain days for religious day that we are not supposed to do work. Well tomorrow is the feast day for the beheading of St. John the Baptist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Due to the lost day and the fact that we are taking a trip on Saturday, I was going to have to finish all my chores tonight. However, I have a wonderful Father who went ahead and vacuumed the house and did a load of laundry for me today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In order to prevent me from making this infraction again I have decided to make up a schedule of chores so that one I don't end up doing everything on one day and two I will make sure to get them done by the weekend thereby preventing one way I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; my loved ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;time remember&lt;/span&gt;, "It is possible to fail in many ways...while to succeed is possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only in one way. " ~ Aristotle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646714430015918631-5990014248129883489?l=kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/feeds/5990014248129883489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646714430015918631&amp;postID=5990014248129883489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646714430015918631/posts/default/5990014248129883489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646714430015918631/posts/default/5990014248129883489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Kalliope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15278254449826896320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SFKGSUGCc6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dc8aiAINzJ4/S220/1041831567_ebutpsycho.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646714430015918631.post-2831081279805100014</id><published>2008-08-27T15:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:54:06.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Word Wednesday'/><title type='text'>New Word Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So here's the thing...several weeks ago I set up this blog, but like the good (or bad) little procrastinator that I am I didn't write anything. So I decided after a long conversation with my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-tapestry-of-our-lives.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;who herself writes an awesome blog so go check it out, I would finally write my first post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In honor of my first post I am going to give you two words today. The first is procrastination, a word I'm sure you all know by now, but being that it is one of the reasons I am blogging today I felt it was appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;According to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merriam-Webster Online &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;PROCRASTINATION means to put off intentionally or habitually. I would like to take this opportunity to announce that from now on I am going to do my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;not to procrastinate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Again thanks to my ever so patient and understanding Mother whom I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Squibby&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Booboo&lt;/span&gt; depending on the day, I have decided that my other word for today is going to be EMBARK. To embark is to make a start. It is my hope that by starting this blog and working hard not to procrastinate I will find the drive within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;myself to start anew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I do know that I want to graduate from college and as someone once told me "get my head out of my a**". I know that I want happiness for my family and friends and even though I don't show it always in the right way because as I mentioned before my head seems to be in my a** a lot, I would do anything to make them happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So after my endless rambling or as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Squibby&lt;/span&gt; calls it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chiballing&lt;/span&gt; (her word so I am not sure how it is spelled) I will finally get to the point. I have decided to set a small goal for myself. I am going to pay my library fine or as my family says "walk in the sun again" and check out a book on college algebra in order that I might study so that I can take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CLEP&lt;/span&gt; (College Level Examination Program) test and start to accumulate college credit hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For those of you still reading or those who want the abridged version of this blog here goes. I procrastinate, but I want to change. I am a lost lamb in the pasture known as life. I am starting anew with the small immediate goal of studying to take a test and a long term goal of not procrastinating and eliminating my selfishness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Until next time remember, "The self is not something ready-made, but something in continuous formation through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choice of action." ~ John Dewey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646714430015918631-2831081279805100014?l=kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/feeds/2831081279805100014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646714430015918631&amp;postID=2831081279805100014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646714430015918631/posts/default/2831081279805100014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646714430015918631/posts/default/2831081279805100014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalliope-blindvisions.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-word-wednesday_27.html' title='New Word Wednesday'/><author><name>Kalliope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15278254449826896320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDEicpne6o/SFKGSUGCc6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Dc8aiAINzJ4/S220/1041831567_ebutpsycho.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
