<?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-3272819</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:01.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound In Your Head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-5650417068342004187</id><published>2007-02-17T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:21:36.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asia Stacia BlogI'm getting ready to depart for Nepal and Bhutan and created a blog to mark the occasion, share travel details, stories and pictures.Check it out here: http://asiastacia.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5650417068342004187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=5650417068342004187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/5650417068342004187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/5650417068342004187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2007/02/asia-stacia-blog-im-getting-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116935400526070852</id><published>2007-01-20T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:56:40.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Dancer's Life For MeLast night we went to Bembe at The Duplex.  New party and venue (to me) and they were both tops.  We got there early enough to enjoy a relatively empty dance floor.  This is the only way for me to start the night; I love having the physical space and time to really warm my body up and get into the energy of the music.  There were a couple of really great dancers that I would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116935400526070852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116935400526070852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116935400526070852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116935400526070852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/dancers-life-for-me-last-night-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116925248173146716</id><published>2007-01-19T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T17:24:42.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Immunizations HURT!!!Okay, I fess up, I hate shots and having blood drawn.  I'm a big pussy when it comes to those delightful events.  So when I went to the San Francisco Department Of Health's travel clinic to get immunized properly for my trip to Nepal and Bhutan I wasn't in the best frame of mind.  Thank god I live in a country in which we have the *option* to get immunized.  Truly.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116925248173146716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116925248173146716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116925248173146716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116925248173146716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/immunizations-hurt-okay-i-fess-up-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116908255059980256</id><published>2007-01-17T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:09:10.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Traveling To AsiaI am going to Nepal and Bhutan in February!  I leave the 21st and return March 7th.  It's true.  16 days or something like that.  For those of you who don't know already I'm pretty psyched.  My mom is coming with me, good traveller that she is.  So if anyone has experience traveling in this part of Asia my ears are open.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116908255059980256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116908255059980256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116908255059980256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116908255059980256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2007/01/traveling-to-asia-i-am-going-to-nepal.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116302955386395646</id><published>2006-11-08T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:45:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am In The MoodYeah, it's time to cut loose, another one of those days when I want to go out late, dance really hard with my girlfriends and raise some hell.  We're still having indian summer and I'm having to work too hard.  I keep thinking that Winter-ish weather is gonna kick in and it doesn't and when it doesn't all I wanna do is play.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116302955386395646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116302955386395646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116302955386395646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116302955386395646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-in-mood-yeah-its-time-to-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116274499595944013</id><published>2006-11-05T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:43:15.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Knife - Mezzanine SF 11/3/06This was the show of the year in my book.  Rarely do they perform and when they do it is not to be missed.  Your ticket won't bring you closer to great musical virtuosity but it will bring you to one of the best audiovisual shows you can witness on a small scale.  The Knife works with visual talent Andreas Nilsson - or rather he works with them to creat a show in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116274499595944013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116274499595944013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116274499595944013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116274499595944013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/knife-mezzanine-sf-11306-this-was-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116244201369978645</id><published>2006-11-01T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:43:27.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Trading Up My Online Dating ProfileSeems almost everyone I know who is single has an online dating profile; mostly on the hipster ghetto of FastCupid which incidently is owned by the largest online porn company in the biz.  For those of you new to the game FastCupid serves up singles to Nerve, Salon and Onion registered daters.  So as my good friend who happens to be moving in with his new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116244201369978645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116244201369978645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116244201369978645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116244201369978645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-trading-up-my-online-dating-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116230764332058955</id><published>2006-10-31T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:14:03.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PLANNINGTOROCKWell.  I'd come to terms with spending 3 times the face price for my ticket to The Knife after learning how rare their public appearances are. What I did not take into account was that PLANNINGTOROCK is opening for them and that is a show worth the triple ticket price alone.  Check her out:http://www.planningtorock.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116230764332058955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116230764332058955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116230764332058955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116230764332058955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/planningtorock-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-116210107121251289</id><published>2006-10-28T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:54:10.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indian Summer HighlightsSo - it's still beautiful here in San Francisco.  I am soaking it up every day.  Bike rides, walks, cutting out of work early just to enjoy the sunshine.There's been a post drought here so here are highlights from the last few months:- Discovering Sean Hayes.  Bay Area treasure this man is - what fun - and shakes up some of my very jaded opinions regarding singer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/116210107121251289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=116210107121251289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116210107121251289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/116210107121251289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/10/indian-summer-highlights-so-its-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-115613481202987154</id><published>2006-08-20T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:33:32.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's next ....As summer near's its end I'm finally seeing the 'ends' in my own life.  It's been a quiet couple of months blogwise; mostly because I've been out having fun.  Something shook me up last week that pushed a few things up in my face; namely that the  things I came back to San Francisco to do 2 summers ago are done and I'm kind of living in the husk of the life I put together to reach</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115613481202987154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=115613481202987154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115613481202987154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115613481202987154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-115422099201134238</id><published>2006-07-29T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:56:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Releases of note ..... The Knife - Silent ShoutEuropean techno scores with The Knife's Silent Shout released on Mute.The Sleepy Jackson - PersonalityAustralian export that you should just listen to yourself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115422099201134238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=115422099201134238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115422099201134238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115422099201134238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/07/releases-of-note_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-115162502376584516</id><published>2006-06-29T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:53:19.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Release - Complete Riverside Recordings - Thelonious MonkYes, yes, and more yes - I couldn't be happier to discover this today.  Notes:Thelonious Monk (piano); John Coltrane (tenor saxophone); Gigi Gryce (alto saxophone); Coleman Hawkins (tenor saxophone); Wilbur Ware (upright bass); Art Blakey, Shadow Wilson (drums). Recording information: 04/1957 - 07/1957. This fine two-disc set brings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115162502376584516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=115162502376584516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115162502376584516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115162502376584516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-release-complete-riverside.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-115098661047172409</id><published>2006-06-22T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:43:09.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simon Says In HellI am a practitioner of Bikram Yoga.  This is a practice that entails getting into and holding a series of yogic poses for 90 minutes in a room that's generally between 105-110 degrees farenheit.  Yes, you read that correctly.  It's bendy hour in a sweat lodge with a bunch of strangers.  Only there's one other component ... the Bikram teacher.  This is an animal I'd not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115098661047172409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=115098661047172409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115098661047172409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115098661047172409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/simon-says-in-hell-i-am-practitioner.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-115074327886476223</id><published>2006-06-19T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:35:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dabrye &amp; Doom - 'Two/Three'Listening to this now ...... it's really fresh and dizzying for sure.  blurb from the Dabrye website:Taking the next logical step in his evolutionary hip-hop album cycle, Dabrye has rounded up a formidable crew of MCs (including MF Doom and J Dilla) to create Two/Three. A moody, propulsive take on the genre, the Blade Runner-esque beats help cage rhymes ranging from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115074327886476223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=115074327886476223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115074327886476223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115074327886476223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/dabrye-doom-twothree-listening-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-115015460285015826</id><published>2006-06-12T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:50:48.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paul Oakenfold - A Lively MindPaul Oakenfold's new release has been totally working for me over the last couple of days.  I've never been a big Trance fan but there are some really fun tracks on this record; just the type of stuff a developer can throw on in the midst of deadlines, politics, bullshit distractions and lack of sleep filled days when unit testing and debugging is right up on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115015460285015826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=115015460285015826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115015460285015826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115015460285015826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/paul-oakenfold-lively-mind-paul.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-115005163885738204</id><published>2006-06-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:31:00.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finding Solitude From ChatterSomething is shifting; I think I know what it is.  I've known what it will be for a long time.  It's funny how issues that you think you've dealt with, case closed, door shut, game over rear their heads time after time in your life.  It's enough to make me think that nothing ever really changes.  But I'm too much of an optimist to believe that.I think that as our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/115005163885738204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=115005163885738204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115005163885738204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/115005163885738204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/finding-solitude-from-chatter.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114962709360991351</id><published>2006-06-06T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:47:34.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Advice For The Terminally Scattered And DistractedI had an ear training teacher in college, I wish I could remember his name.  It was something like Bob Johnson or Bill Jefferson something pretty run of the mill; the man himself was a towering, trim, dark skinned black man who occasionally sounded like he'd just strolled in off a beach in Jamaica.  Bill, we'll call him, would sit down at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114962709360991351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114962709360991351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114962709360991351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114962709360991351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/06/advice-for-terminally-scattered-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114866227298470282</id><published>2006-05-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:51:12.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, I Don't Think Madonna Is A Great Genius Part DeuxSo, you'll notice I posted a You Tube embed of some footage of Madge on the cross.  I've been wanting to see just what the spectacle was that's caused indignation and outrage on the part of various religious groups.  Funny thing is .... the 14 seconds I post here aren't really very interesting at all.  My thinking is it's the scale of the show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114866227298470282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114866227298470282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114866227298470282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114866227298470282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-i-dont-think-madonna-is-great_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114865922609728165</id><published>2006-05-26T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:07:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to find this this weekend.Here's the All Music review:"Piazzolla was nearing the end of his distinguished career when he performed this concert in Switzerland in 1989; he divided it between playing classic material and debuting compositions. The first half was devoted to songs from the 1950s to the late '80s, while the second portion featured new material titled "Tango Nuevo, Nuevo." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114865922609728165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114865922609728165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114865922609728165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114865922609728165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-going-to-find-this-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114861573740864409</id><published>2006-05-25T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:50:52.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here Are Your Heroic Search ResultsSomebody help me out.  As previously posted, I lost my domain some months ago and if you recall while I was none too pleased with the way the loss went down I was okay with letting go of the domain itself and moving on with life.  My old domain administrator informed me that the domain was snagged by some squaters.  Okay, I thought, stacia.com isn't getting used</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114861573740864409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114861573740864409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114861573740864409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114861573740864409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-are-your-heroic-search-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114859670732475821</id><published>2006-05-25T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:42:43.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><summary type='text'>I found this on my way home walking through Noe Valley last Saturday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114859670732475821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114859670732475821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114859670732475821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114859670732475821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/multimedia-message_25.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114834183484032315</id><published>2006-05-22T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:38:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, I Don't Think Madonna Is A Great GeniusMadge's new tour kicked off and apparently she opened it on a jewel encrusted crucifix.  Who the fuck cares?Yes, I know, you think Madonna is an amazing business woman, a marketing genius, afterall she's reinvented herself over and over again; she's found religion and motherhood.Again, who the fuck cares?She's a trendoid on steroids with a big budget, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114834183484032315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114834183484032315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114834183484032315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114834183484032315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-i-dont-think-madonna-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114832687548807558</id><published>2006-05-22T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:41:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awwwwwwww - Freak OutIn an attempt to soothe my soul I'm listening to a little Chic.  All that pressure got you downHas your head spinning all aroundFeel the rhythm, check the rideCome on along and have a real good timeLike the days of stopping at the SavoyNow we freak, oh what a joyJust come on down, two fifty fourFind a spot out on the floorWas disco a western form of Zen or what?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114832687548807558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114832687548807558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114832687548807558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114832687548807558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/awwwwwwww-freak-out-in-attempt-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114809488664520910</id><published>2006-05-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:12:32.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting Past The God QuestionIt would seem that the question of whether or not God exists is and continues to be a gigantic obstacle for humanity at large.  You would think that a species responsible for all the brilliant, creative applied intelligence would find a way to deal with the god question but alas we have not.  I write this rather glibly knowing full well that there are scads upon scads</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114809488664520910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114809488664520910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114809488664520910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114809488664520910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-past-god-question-it-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114805858316182860</id><published>2006-05-19T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:09:43.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Got AcceptedGot the news late last night that I've been accepted into the Ananda Meditation Teacher In Training Program that is scheduled for the end of June.  It's a 9 day intensive up in Nevada City on the 1,000 acre grounds of Ananda Yoga And Meditation Retreat center.I am very excited about this.  I've never done a multi-day intensive sit let alone training.  Should be very interesting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114805858316182860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114805858316182860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114805858316182860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114805858316182860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-accepted-got-news-late-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114796739562366401</id><published>2006-05-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:02:05.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Music (To Me) ThursdayMission Creek Music Festival is this week.  I missed but would have loved to have heard:The Dead ScienceOcsMeric LongIf you wanna hear a rough mix of one of the tunes I played/sang on last weekend go here:Craig ZaretskyIt's the first track, entitled 'Sweaty Palms'.That's a wrap!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114796739562366401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114796739562366401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114796739562366401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114796739562366401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-music-to-me-thursday-mission-creek.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114733262216017770</id><published>2006-05-11T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:32:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coffee And Not Smoking CigarettesIt's been just over a year since I gave up the smokes; took me 4 years of gradually weening myself off of them but I did it.  So now I am up, having had a cup of coffee and no cigarettes, so again I type.  I type to keep my fingers moving, mind focused and energy moving.  It's not a bad habit by any stretch but you know it looks a little compulsive at times.  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114733262216017770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114733262216017770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114733262216017770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114733262216017770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/coffee-and-not-smoking-cigarettes-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114678507691791374</id><published>2006-05-04T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:02:14.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DrunkIf I was still a smoker I would be hanging my head out a window somewhere exhaling from an American Spirit.  But I am not/am no longer and thus I will write.  I am drunk - not from the spirits of alcohol but from the spirit of excitement.  This - an age old 'problem' for yours truly is no easier to deal with now than it was 10 years ago when I would spun up in a frenzy madly call my friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114678507691791374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114678507691791374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114678507691791374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114678507691791374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/drunk-if-i-was-still-smoker-i-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114669087259060540</id><published>2006-05-03T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:15:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am very excited about this release!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114669087259060540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114669087259060540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114669087259060540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114669087259060540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-very-excited-about-this-release.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114667496712098975</id><published>2006-05-03T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:21:58.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><summary type='text'>Parts &amp; Labor Live At The Bottom Of The Hill</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114667496712098975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114667496712098975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114667496712098975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114667496712098975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/multimedia-message_114667496712098975.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114667482016108498</id><published>2006-05-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:51:17.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><summary type='text'>TV On The Radio Live At The Independent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114667482016108498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114667482016108498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114667482016108498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114667482016108498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/multimedia-message_03.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114667473651661824</id><published>2006-05-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:47:57.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia message</title><summary type='text'>TV On The Radio Live At The Independent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114667473651661824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114667473651661824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114667473651661824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114667473651661824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/multimedia-message.html' title='Multimedia message'/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114658926075958783</id><published>2006-05-02T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:46:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Corporate America Still Lacks GenitalsI own a Scion Xa - the car belongs to Toyota's Scion product line that is aimed at 20 somethings who don't have a lot of cash but do have a lot of need for individuation.  I bought mine because it gets 38 mpg on the freeway, it's got a small wheel base, great visibility and a hatchback.When I purchased my Xa I was excited as I'd been living on the peninsula </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114658926075958783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114658926075958783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114658926075958783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114658926075958783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/05/corporate-america-still-lacks-genitals.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114633489494874148</id><published>2006-04-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:24:46.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Are The Sheep Of Yourself?Here's the loose transcript of my sermon from a couple of weeks ago:Say hello to yourself and your meditation space.   Before I begin I'd like to ask that you just take a moment to acknowledge any aspects of yourself that are hanging out somewhere outside yourself today for whatever reason.  As you acknowledge them notice how these aspects or parts of yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114633489494874148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114633489494874148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114633489494874148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114633489494874148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-are-sheep-of-yourself-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114615377877815664</id><published>2006-04-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:04:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two thirds of Parts &amp; Labor is asleep in my studio right now.  I can see parts of the them through the glass slats in the french doors that sit between the main room of my apartment and the dinette and kitchen.  The boys are half way through their Spring tour and playing the Bottom of The Hill tonight.  I am not going to work today so that I can bum around the city with them before the show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114615377877815664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114615377877815664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114615377877815664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114615377877815664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-thirds-of-parts-labor-is-asleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114528448592919414</id><published>2006-04-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:35:43.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If God Is Love?Before I post my sermon I want to write about about Love *again* - this time coming from a different perspective.  I've talked to a lot of people recently and somewhat randomly about what they think God is ... most of them are people who do not identify with organized religion and lead what some folks might label as fairly hedonistic lifestyles - mainly because they are people for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114528448592919414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114528448592919414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114528448592919414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114528448592919414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-god-is-love-before-i-post-my-sermon.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114506396813542375</id><published>2006-04-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:19:28.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stacia's Sermon On The MountOkay - so I wrote it - my damn sermon.  Actually it's pretty good.  Tonight I have to deliver it.  So for those that don't already know, this minister's program I'm in requires that we read the Bible as well as write and deliver all parts of the service.  The written parts must contain at least one quote from the Bible even though this class is not specifically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114506396813542375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114506396813542375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114506396813542375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114506396813542375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/stacias-sermon-on-mount-okay-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114500779627955773</id><published>2006-04-14T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:05:20.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Is Always Better To Travel With A Pack Of GirlsOh my god.  If I'd only known 15 years ago things may've been so different.  Last night there was only a fraction of the full PV Girl Posse in attendance but that was plenty.  We owned the dance floor.  It was beautiful.  The evening started with a dance battle across the two platforms in the backroom of the Cat Club.  What began as a friendly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114500779627955773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114500779627955773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114500779627955773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114500779627955773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-always-better-to-travel-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114497772522213751</id><published>2006-04-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:32:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shows In San Francisco Not To MissI'm a slackity-slack-slacker today.  This machine and the newly re-discovered sunlight own my ass.  2 shows worth posting and then I am out and off for the day only to enjoy an evening of dinner with EGibb and dancing with the girls - we'll see how I make it to work tomorrow.Numero Uno:  TV On The Radio - - - - - - - - two dates - - - - -may  1 &amp; 2   w/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114497772522213751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114497772522213751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114497772522213751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114497772522213751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/shows-in-san-francisco-not-to-miss-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114497547848313875</id><published>2006-04-13T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:44:38.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I Know Just What To Do!There I was, ringing my hands, shaking my head, without a clue as to how to navigate through the choppy waters of my life.  And then, without warning this email arrived in my 'Junk' mail folder!  Thank god I check it periodically to make sure any valid mail hasn't been misfiled because if I hadn't I would have missed this: From :  amil abbas ali shah Reply-To :  lkjhpoi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114497547848313875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114497547848313875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114497547848313875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114497547848313875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-i-know-just-what-to-do-there-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114494201795706115</id><published>2006-04-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:26:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's A Girl To Do?I'm working from home today - it's an easy feeling - in my pjs - at the  table - drinking dark sumatra staring out the kitchen window onto the backside of Bernal Hill.  From here, everything is clear.  I need to leave my job for reasons which do not include just not wanting to work.  There are viable reasons for me to be disgruntled and seek employment elsewhere.  Let us say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114494201795706115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114494201795706115&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114494201795706115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114494201795706115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-girl-to-do-im-working-from-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114489850083404288</id><published>2006-04-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:55:34.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reverend Of The Church Of ??????I have to pick one - I could be a Rev. of the Church Of Blue Eyed Soul - speaking of which go listen to James Hunter's new record on Rounder 'People Gonna Talk'.  Makes me wish I was at a mod dance party.  Also decided today I need to start my own R&amp;B band - it's totally gonna happen.But back to Rev.-dom ...... I was thinking Rev. Of The Church Of Thelonious Monk -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114489850083404288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114489850083404288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114489850083404288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114489850083404288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/reverend-of-church-of-i-have-to-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114428892005339821</id><published>2006-04-05T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:03:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the view from my apartment.  Finally .... some blue sky!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114428892005339821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114428892005339821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114428892005339821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114428892005339821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-view-from-my-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114419573085962782</id><published>2006-04-04T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:08:50.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where The Hell Is Spring?Greetings from the 9th circle of hell - oh wait - that was last week.  I've moved up in the ranks since then.Kay - where am I?  Oh it's raining - like non-stop - must be San Francisco where there's no Spring to be had.  Somebody pass me a full spectrum light bulb.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114419573085962782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114419573085962782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114419573085962782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114419573085962782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-hell-is-spring-greetings-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114356798755250512</id><published>2006-03-28T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:06:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love Albert EinsteinThe tag on my Good Earth tea bag this morning bears a quote from Albert Einstein:"Problems cannot be solved at the same level of awareness that created them."Einstein is talking about energy and the need to shift energy in order to create change.  This is why our 'problems' are our greatest gifts - they cause us to change.There's some saying that new age folks like to utter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114356798755250512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114356798755250512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114356798755250512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114356798755250512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-albert-einstein-tag-on-my-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114317173458568597</id><published>2006-03-23T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:45:24.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Jewish Hugging DoctorToday I bit the bullet and went to my primary care physician to inquire about the sinus headaches and green snot I've been ignoring for the last 10 days.  Truth be told the green snot was new this morning and a righteous bellwether for the situation at hand.  Anywho, at 12noon today I sat in the dingy office my PCP waiting for him to examine me; having never actually met </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114317173458568597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114317173458568597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114317173458568597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114317173458568597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/jewish-hugging-doctor-today-i-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114287193251216982</id><published>2006-03-20T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:30:37.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Got New Shoes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114287193251216982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114287193251216982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114287193251216982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114287193251216982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-new-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114252894737154689</id><published>2006-03-16T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:03:57.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Killing My ComfortMercury's retrograde and recent Eclipse are all about looking at the energy wrapped up in old patterns that have come due for undoing.  This signals the time for me to evict myself from my comfort zone where love is concerned.  From a deeper perspective it is about embracing freedom and stepping outside the prison of the familar.  I've no idea what this will look like when the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114252894737154689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114252894737154689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114252894737154689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114252894737154689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/killing-my-comfort-mercurys-retrograde.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114245185954370704</id><published>2006-03-15T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:48:53.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend J sent me this ... and I'm grateful ... it is spot on what I'm churning over regarding love.  It is love beyond hallmark cards, holding hands at the movies, wedding bands, going steady, cheating on each other, giving the cold shoulder, living in fear of rejection, hoping for something that is only an illusion.  I don't know what the title it but it's a Rumi poem:"Love is reckless; not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114245185954370704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114245185954370704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114245185954370704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114245185954370704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-friend-j-sent-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114238395942352507</id><published>2006-03-14T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:53:00.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dog Is Blind.  Who Will Help?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114238395942352507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114238395942352507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114238395942352507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114238395942352507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/dog-is-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114235892287536584</id><published>2006-03-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:56:46.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost Domain - Soul FreedSo long story short Network Solutions appears to have somewhat illegally sold off a domain that I've owned for many years - stacia.com.  In February my registration expired and without notifying me or my technical contact of the expired status they sold it to someone who apparently now owes them money for it.  Thing is previous to this fucked up incident I'd been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114235892287536584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114235892287536584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114235892287536584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114235892287536584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/lost-domain-soul-freed-so-long-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114227229771191227</id><published>2006-03-13T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:00:28.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something Comes To Kick You Up InsideI've been kicked - *hard* - spent the last two days feeling nauseous and grappling with the need for change.  My friend J was good to remind me that the sensation of separation from other is merely a separation from some part of one's self.  And while I chew on that and the greater notion of what it truly means to be part of a collective consciousness on a day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114227229771191227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114227229771191227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114227229771191227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114227229771191227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-comes-to-kick-you-up-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114220033095728550</id><published>2006-03-12T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T13:59:03.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More On Love ....This morning on my way home from the second to last trip from my old place to my new place I talked with my friend G  who was hung over and lonely.  G and I have been friends since forever and our friendship has been though interesting phases including the one in which I confessed to having a mad crush on him over pizza at an Italian restuarant in Boston to which he said nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114220033095728550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114220033095728550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114220033095728550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114220033095728550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-on-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114201918159206587</id><published>2006-03-10T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:40:33.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Million Kinds Of LoveThe astrological forecast for Virgo from Rob Brezsny for the week of March 9th, 2006 reminds me of a song I wrote called 'Tony Says' and it validates something I've been thinking about and noticing a lot lately - namely that there are many, many ways love manifests, is expressed and experienced here on planet Earth:http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/virgo.html"The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114201918159206587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114201918159206587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114201918159206587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114201918159206587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/million-kinds-of-love-astrological.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114155092210916726</id><published>2006-03-05T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:28:42.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading Vedic Sanskrit would have profound effects on the physiologyThis is really cool.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114155092210916726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114155092210916726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114155092210916726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114155092210916726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/reading-vedic-sanskrit-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114145249764725189</id><published>2006-03-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:40:14.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creating Art To Right The WrongsSometime last year I wrote a post entitled "Making Art To Fuck With You" tonight it's something a little different - something along the lines of making art when you feel like life has fucked with you.  Now the whole business of rights and wrongs - goods and bads - these are dichotomies and they mess things up - with a dichotomy in play things tend not to move so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114145249764725189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114145249764725189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114145249764725189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114145249764725189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/creating-art-to-right-wrongs-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114126864024924719</id><published>2006-03-01T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:04:00.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Head Cold Versus Allergies, My Day Job And More Transitions Than You Can Shake A Stick AtI've got a goddamned cold again - either that or I've developed allergies because right now my head's like a faucet and my nose is at the end of it.  This is so lame.  I'm sneezy and runny and trying to pack my house up oh my!What the fuck is this all about?!I've been historically fucked over transitions - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114126864024924719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114126864024924719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114126864024924719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114126864024924719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/03/head-cold-versus-allergies-my-day-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114119176299528624</id><published>2006-02-28T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:44:42.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Small Is The New BlackOkay, so yeah, I'm moving and with a 2 1/2 week overlap between apartments I have some *time* to really assess the shift I am making by virtue of this relocation.  Let us review for those of you just tuning in.  I am moving out of a 1 bedroom apartment in Millbrae to a, ahem, studio apartment in San Francisco's Mission District.  It was a somewhat spur of the moment decision</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114119176299528624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114119176299528624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114119176299528624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114119176299528624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/small-is-new-black-okay-so-yeah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114079895326034180</id><published>2006-02-24T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:35:53.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JudgementSomewhere between pragmatic discernment and primal or not so primal fear the big bad wolf judgement appears.  When it does all flow ceases, bodies get tight and stiff and intensions get lost.  It's easy to let this happen - to let the energy of judgement win - to allow it to suck up the limelight and engulf the stage of life.  Our habits, memory, genetics and programming comply willingly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114079895326034180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114079895326034180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114079895326034180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114079895326034180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/judgement-somewhere-between-pragmatic.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114071320622182733</id><published>2006-02-23T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:46:46.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Must Be Still And Still MovingBreathe out ..... breathe in ...... follow the breath and see the thoughts float by.  Label them 'thinking' and return to the breath.I am checking out some Buddhist breathing meditation techniques after having put them on the shelf to go through clairvoyant training.  It's interesting to return to them after 1,000+ meditation hours using different techniques.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114071320622182733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114071320622182733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114071320622182733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114071320622182733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-must-be-still-and-still-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114066366967646750</id><published>2006-02-22T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:03:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read this, smashing the hope for love(From BURNT NORTON, No. 1 of 'Four Quartets', by T.S. Eliot)In my beginning is my end.I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hopeFor hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faithBut the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.Wait without thought, for you are not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114066366967646750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114066366967646750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114066366967646750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114066366967646750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-read-this-smashing-hope-for-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-114045709832024874</id><published>2006-02-20T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:38:58.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holi-Day - Get Down With Your Internal PresidentAhhhh - no work - well no office work, no screaming-in-silent teammates who can't or don't express themselves verbally, no repressed corporate attire, no grey walls, no accounts receivable or payable, this does constitute a holy day. It's called Presidents Day - maybe what we could be honoring is not just the presidents of the past our dear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/114045709832024874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=114045709832024874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114045709832024874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/114045709832024874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/holi-day-get-down-with-your-internal.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113989769691714823</id><published>2006-02-13T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:14:56.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Je suis fini!I graduated.  Tonight is/was my first Monday night in 18 months where there was no clairvoyant training school to go to.  I did laundry, made lemon pound cake and watched The Butterfly Effect instead after a taking the day off from work.You can call me Rev. Carr or Rev. Stacia now; some people are shy about revealing themselves as Revs but I say why the hell not.  If someone is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113989769691714823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113989769691714823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113989769691714823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113989769691714823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/je-suis-fini-i-graduated.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113978683115090805</id><published>2006-02-11T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:28:10.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Have Gone Missing?Within the span of 24 hours two different friends each on opposite sides of the country have left me email on the subject of their feeling that I've gone missing.It's rather funny because I've been with me the whole time so I'm not sure where I might have been other than where I was - so how is it that I've gone missing?  That's neither here nor there I suppose.  Rest assured </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113978683115090805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113978683115090805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113978683115090805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113978683115090805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-gone-missing-within-span-of-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113962782634205860</id><published>2006-02-10T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:18:55.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something's Going To BreakIt's one of those days when I feel like the only way to get the kind of relief I need would be to take a sledgehammer to pile of glass windows and smash them into oblivion.  The type of day when you need to strip naked and dance on table tops - not as a form of exhibition but as a release from ridiculous pressure.  My horoscope for this weekend reads:"Push is coming to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113962782634205860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113962782634205860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113962782634205860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113962782634205860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/somethings-going-to-break-its-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113955695440825802</id><published>2006-02-09T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:46:57.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's OfficialThis is a picture of the lobby in my new building.I'm moving - today with tape measure in hand I mapped out the beginnings of my transition from my one bedroom in Millbrae to my studio in the Mission.  I'm losing about 1/3 of my space but I'm gaining an awesome view, great location and proximity to my friends and community.  For these reasons downsizing is worth it.  The new pad is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113955695440825802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113955695440825802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113955695440825802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113955695440825802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-official-this-is-picture-of-lobby.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113937472123625655</id><published>2006-02-07T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:07:36.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tattoos Burritos and Wedding Chapel Vs. Tattoos Burritos And GunsYesterday afternoon as I collected various apartment rental application forms I had to finally acknowledge the fact that I am moving.  I've been spying rental listings in San Francisco and the East Bay for awhile, contemplating various housing issues in the back of my mind but never full on allowing myself to say "I'm moving" to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113937472123625655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113937472123625655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113937472123625655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113937472123625655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/tattoos-burritos-and-wedding-chapel-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113930676178854564</id><published>2006-02-07T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:09:09.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Class - More Than One Life At A TimeTonight was my last class of the 2 year Clairvoyant Training program I've been working through since I moved back to California in May of 2004.  As part of a graduating student's last class they are given an opportunity to ask any questions they like.  I had three.  One specific to the school's choice of names for our rooms, another for something I'd once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113930676178854564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113930676178854564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113930676178854564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113930676178854564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-class-more-than-one-life-at-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113912744117643875</id><published>2006-02-04T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:03:29.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MessagesThe prized songbird in Singapore warbles for the rooster of BangladeshThe boy standing in front of him smiles admiring his prideThe cock walk and red plummage would be something to laugh atif they weren't so brillianta welcome sight amongst rubble and dustTranscending any restrictions their stations might implythey know something more than the watchful eye behind the camera's lenseThey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113912744117643875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113912744117643875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113912744117643875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113912744117643875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/messages-prized-songbird-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113908349793766208</id><published>2006-02-04T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:30:56.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ShiftingLove was hate and permission of a source dependentShipped in from Belgium or China  Mental constructionsconvincing and contemplating creating a reservoir to amplify my hesitating They are over now And over forever more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113908349793766208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113908349793766208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113908349793766208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113908349793766208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/02/shifting-love-was-hate-and-permission.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113865588278865604</id><published>2006-01-30T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:21:21.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creating From The Inside Out Part DeuxSo I've reached the end, I'm 2 weeks from graduation and as I've written before one of my goals - my primary goal for this program was to learn how better to manifest my inward creativity outwardly.  Today, I'm home sick from work, it's day 4 of the head cold from hell.  Colds actually any illness create an interesting opportunity for reflection and often </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113865588278865604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113865588278865604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113865588278865604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113865588278865604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/creating-from-inside-out-part-deux-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113769161413551472</id><published>2006-01-19T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:27:39.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Domestic By The Day ...Last night I started my Sewing 101 class at Stonemountain And Daughter over in Berkeley.  Yes, it is true.  This is a move forward in my quest to discover how much of the clothing design knack I possess and in the process I will become a little bit of a seamstress. As part of the class I am making a pair of pajama bottoms using this lovely fabric called 'clouds of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113769161413551472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113769161413551472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113769161413551472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113769161413551472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-domestic-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113743974141508285</id><published>2006-01-16T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:50:55.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parts &amp; Labor Releases Stay AfraidChris's band's new baby- they are great - check it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113743974141508285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113743974141508285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113743974141508285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113743974141508285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/parts-labor-releases-stay-afraid.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113728860631544382</id><published>2006-01-14T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:30:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dreamscape By Set Fire To FlamesIf you're looking for an interesting experience on a rainy afternoon I can now recommend napping to Set Fire To Flames release 'sings reign rebuilder'.Let this recording take you to strange places while you're in that half dream half awake state that only occurs during lazy Saturday afternoon naps.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113728860631544382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113728860631544382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113728860631544382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113728860631544382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/dreamscape-by-set-fire-to-flames-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113678063502335871</id><published>2006-01-08T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:23:55.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You Were iFucked"Yeah so this Saturday after reluctantly waiting the 3+ hours for my car to receive it's 'intermediate' maintainance (side note: someone pls tell me that the $200 I paid for injector and throttle body cleaning was necessary and feel free to resort to lying to me) I headed up to the city to try and grab some time at SFMOMA with the ArtCasts loaded onto my iPod Mini.  When I drop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113678063502335871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113678063502335871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113678063502335871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113678063502335871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-were-ifucked-yeah-so-this-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113656589385305610</id><published>2006-01-06T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:33:47.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Energy Of DreamsI reckon this relates to the idea that we always have *choice* with regard to how we choose to see the world and how we choose to see ourselves. It's recently come to my attention that dreams or aspirations have an energy level of their own.  My question is do their energy levels help us realize them or do they just help comfort us/provide us with a distraction or other way of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113656589385305610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113656589385305610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113656589385305610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113656589385305610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/energy-of-dreams-i-reckon-this-relates.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113647461437541286</id><published>2006-01-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T07:33:33.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I See When I Wake UpSo this is what it looks outside the office I work in.  I'm trying to pull a 7am-3pm schedule in order to reclaim my afternoons and evenings.  When I decided to brave this task I didn't realize that I'd get to enjoy sunrise.  I can't say that it helps get me out of bed but it does make me feel like the agony of an early rise it's a little bit more worthwhile.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113647461437541286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113647461437541286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113647461437541286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113647461437541286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-i-see-when-i-wake-up-so-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113644596538855945</id><published>2006-01-04T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T06:30:05.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fire Opera - Seven Deadly SinsErik called me tonight to ask me to be come to this show with him.  I can't wait.  Brecht, Weill, fire and half naked people - what more could you want?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113644596538855945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113644596538855945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113644596538855945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113644596538855945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/fire-opera-seven-deadly-sins-erik.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113642373932032456</id><published>2006-01-04T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:05:49.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yours In ApplesI am sitting at my kitchen table typing away on the apple powerbook while a mound of apples lay wait for some culinary destination.  They are many, mostly of the Braeburn and Pink Lady variety and all but one have the important distinction of being certified organic.  The one was a gift from my father he slipped it into a bag of food he sent me home with after Christmas.  So here I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113642373932032456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113642373932032456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113642373932032456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113642373932032456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/yours-in-apples-i-am-sitting-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113639727633503195</id><published>2006-01-04T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:54:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SFMOMA ARTCASTShttp://www.sfmoma.org/education/edu_podcasts.htmlI'm a fan of the headset commentaries at museums particularly for large exhibitions - they help keep me focused and I appreciate the education.  As a result, these look super appealing.  I'm gonna try to hit MOMA this week iPod Mini in hand and will report back!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113639727633503195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113639727633503195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113639727633503195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113639727633503195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2006/01/sfmoma-artcasts-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113608990494669632</id><published>2005-12-31T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T20:32:54.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost ThereIt's almost there, the end of the holidays, expectations, anxiety, obligations, annual occasions, uncomfortable encounters, misunderstandings, escapes, vacations, memories of past celebrations and grievances.  Thank god.  I am so happy you've no idea.The best things that have or are to happen this week:1. We got Deb moved into her new place in Oakland.2. I got a new fabulous doctor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113608990494669632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113608990494669632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113608990494669632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113608990494669632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/almost-there-its-almost-there-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113596416779455019</id><published>2005-12-30T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:27:40.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESIGN EBONY Jet Black Extra Smooth 14420When Deb heard I was stuck with nothing but crayons she delivered these.  My, my the right tools make such a big difference.  I love these pencils.  Thank you Deb-A-Rah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113596416779455019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113596416779455019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113596416779455019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113596416779455019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/design-ebony-jet-black-extra-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113583672980527804</id><published>2005-12-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:28:17.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trading In My EdgePeople talk about losing it. I gave it up - willingly - consciously and for good reason.  And what's happening now is interesting because I'd not planned what to replace it with and there's definitely a void that's been left.  I'm not scared or uncomfortable just noticing the hole and it goes to explain why things have not been the same.Question is  - what next then?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113583672980527804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113583672980527804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113583672980527804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113583672980527804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/trading-in-my-edge-people-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113541428127543361</id><published>2005-12-24T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:03:11.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Antony And The Johnsons, Breakfast On Pluto And Ch-Ch-Ch-ChangesToday I finally listened to Antony and The Johnsons 'I Am A Bird Now', saw Breakfast On Pluto and subsequently came that much closer to realizing that there are changes to be made in my own world.  Why do I love and admire men who dress up as women, play with their gender roles and often exist completely outside the realm of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113541428127543361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113541428127543361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113541428127543361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113541428127543361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/antony-and-johnsons-breakfast-on-pluto.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113532075374025673</id><published>2005-12-22T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:55:49.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Picture In My Mind, The Memory In My Muscles And Realizing VisionSo while on break from school I have a lot more time on my hands in the evening and I'm kind of enjoying it.  Tonight, aside from posting here and cooking the cancer prevention menu for the evening, I decided to do some drawing.  One of my goals for the clairvoyant training program was to work on manifesting inward creativity </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113532075374025673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113532075374025673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113532075374025673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113532075374025673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-in-my-mind-memory-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113531161564430651</id><published>2005-12-22T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:49:23.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The Battle Of Hipper Than Thou Which Horse Do You Back? ..... And What Does It Have To Do With Music Anyway?So, last year I spent a good 6 months building this site; the founder is a ex-coworker from CMJ and just prior to my leaving CMJ asked if I would build the site.  The site was built ostensibly for free in the evening after I came home from my day gig at a private aviation company (I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113531161564430651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113531161564430651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113531161564430651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113531161564430651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-battle-of-hipper-than-thou-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113527073917986687</id><published>2005-12-22T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:03:03.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sound In Your ....Hmmmm, don't quite yet know what to make of this one but it's definately for real.  "The mesmerizing Audi-Oh is the very first vibrator that vibrates to the throbbing beat of music, sexy talk, or any external sounds. It's a pearl-shaped clitoral vibrator with a soft silicone butterfly and has a thin elastic harness that allows you to strap it in place.  The Audi-Oh will then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113527073917986687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113527073917986687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113527073917986687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113527073917986687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/sound-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113522089404217450</id><published>2005-12-21T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:44:14.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enough Glooom And DooomThere are two new movies coming out this weekend that are putting a smile on my face ..... Breakfast On Plutocheck the cast - Stephen Rea, Cillian Murphy, Liam Neeson"Set in the 1970’s, Breakfast on Pluto follows the exploits of Patrick Braden, an endearing, but deceptively tough young man. Abandoned as a baby in his small Irish hometown and aware from a very early age that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113522089404217450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113522089404217450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113522089404217450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113522089404217450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/enough-glooom-and-dooom-there-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113504901931527305</id><published>2005-12-19T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:09:06.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Only Way Out Is UpSo I had a crap weekend.  I mean an absolute crap weekend.  Like the worst 2 1/2 days I've had in a year.  And it's funny timing, as of Friday evening my school was officially closed for Winter Break.  Normally when having a crap day I could go to school, meditate, work with one of my teachers or classmates do some energy shifting and 2+ hours later things would usually be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113504901931527305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113504901931527305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113504901931527305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113504901931527305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-way-out-is-up-so-i-had-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113480933886228006</id><published>2005-12-17T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:10:56.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tis The Season Of God Only Knows WhatI'm not a big fan of this time of year.  The winter weather itself depending on which coast I am living on and for how long can be wonderful (for a minute) but what we as a people do with our energy is just well it's something I'd rather sleep through.  This year I started off with some decent strategies - basically to keep things as mellow as possible and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113480933886228006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113480933886228006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113480933886228006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113480933886228006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-of-god-only-knows-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113441883523910638</id><published>2005-12-12T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:22:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Is What Outdoor Ice Skating In California Looks LikeNote the palm trees in the background :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113441883523910638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113441883523910638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113441883523910638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113441883523910638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-what-outdoor-ice-skating-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113405732151941606</id><published>2005-12-07T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T14:19:22.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>!!!, Tussle and Von Iva at The MezzanineThis show was something ..... I *heart* !!! more than you know.  Epitonic describes their sound, "....if Sly and the Family Stone had come of musical age as smart working class blokes in late '70s England hanging about with Gang of Four and The Fall. !!!'s rhythms are as nervous and jittery as they come, flayed by thin wiry guitars, then transformed into a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113405732151941606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113405732151941606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113405732151941606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113405732151941606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/tussle-and-von-iva-at-mezzanine-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113390908926847498</id><published>2005-12-06T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:02:43.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psychotic Playlists Pt. III think I've found yet another new hobby for myself .... creating the most disturbing collection of songs using prefab'd playlists from online music providers  .... today it was tracks Rhapsody's Hawaiian sampler next to their 'Greatest Hits' list for Thompson Twins.As my boss said when he accidental okay'd and sent out an email containing the replacement of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113390908926847498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113390908926847498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113390908926847498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113390908926847498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/psychotic-playlists-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113363691460539336</id><published>2005-12-03T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:15:07.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Is Music?It's late morning on Saturday, I'm avoiding diving into my list of stuff to do and instead tooling around the net looking for interesting streams to listen to between tracks in my iTunes Library.  I just went from Queen's "Radio Ga-Ga" to Samarai Celestial "Celestial Enlightenment" - earlier this morning it was Roots Manuva and Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra interspersed with tracks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113363691460539336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113363691460539336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113363691460539336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113363691460539336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-music-its-late-morning-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113340500483337245</id><published>2005-11-30T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T22:02:25.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Just Had Laser Eye SurgeryMy Pal Jonathan Says This Makes Me Post-Human.  Deb Says I Look Like A Drugged Out HousewifeI think the whole thing is incredible .... bizarre indeed .... and amazing.  In just 2 3/4 hours I went from sporting a serious astigmatism in my left eye and a milder one in my right to 20/15 vision with no astigmatism in either eye.  As I've told others the weirdest part of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113340500483337245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113340500483337245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113340500483337245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113340500483337245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-had-laser-eye-surgery-my-pal.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113298346454312900</id><published>2005-11-25T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:39:02.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You Only Had 6 Weeks Left To Live What Would You Do?It's the classic question, right?  If you *knew* your life was going to end how would you live what was left of it .... and the movie opens and we sense courage, impending despair and the resilience to push it aside and *live*.  Well as any buddhist will point out to you - we are all dying - one day at a time - with or without the expiration </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113298346454312900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113298346454312900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113298346454312900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113298346454312900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-only-had-6-weeks-left-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113277351467216171</id><published>2005-11-23T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:09:15.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chris Whitley 1960-2005This man and his music touched my life in a way that only a handful of artists have; I am grateful to have known him and am quite sure that his music will live on in the hearts and souls of many.  May he rest in peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113277351467216171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113277351467216171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113277351467216171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113277351467216171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/chris-whitley-1960-2005-this-man-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113250991503211442</id><published>2005-11-20T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:25:12.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes It Pays To Live In The Bay AreaI spent 3+ hours driving back to Millbrae from Sacramento yesterday afternoon.  Left my folks place in Sac around 1:45pm hit University Ave. in Berkeley around 3:17pm and sat in traffic all the way across the bridge.  The estimated time from Berkeley to SFO Airport was 85 minutes according to one of those new weird LCD arrival time signs hanging out on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113250991503211442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113250991503211442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113250991503211442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113250991503211442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-it-pays-to-live-in-bay-area_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113217198504356287</id><published>2005-11-16T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:20:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I Did Not Know About Erik SatieJust loading a Satie playlist into Rhapsody and came across a few facts about the man that explain a great deal about him. Namely that he was self taught and committed to a life of poverty thus "removing his art from the unconscious confinements of class and the corruptible influences of popular acceptance".  Satie's music resonated with me the first time I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113217198504356287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113217198504356287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113217198504356287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113217198504356287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-i-did-not-know-about-erik-satie.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3272819.post-113168178328655689</id><published>2005-11-10T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:32:28.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cut Your Hand While Trying To Open A Bottle Of Olive Oil.  Ask Me How!Yeah - I did it.  Fucking bottle still isn't opened.  Motherfucker.  Had to saute my spinach with butter.  Just got news from my friend Guillaume in Paris who says:"Cars are burning but our great state is going to pay for them.  As usual.  The debate is on about inner cities and education and security.  I think the media once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/feeds/113168178328655689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3272819&amp;postID=113168178328655689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113168178328655689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3272819/posts/default/113168178328655689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soundinyourhead.blogspot.com/2005/11/cut-your-hand-while-trying-to-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00148831061960863925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8100/54/1600/60452/1190302542_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
