<?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-5256258</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:00:33.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafalda</title><subtitle type='html'>"We think we are playing with the cat, but how do we know that the cat isn't playing with us?"
Montaigne</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-111264540687727682</id><published>2005-04-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:14:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seems I've been remiss in posting.some people are so unreliable, don't you think?no fantastic insights from here - other than - as most of the world - my life has been thrown into utter confusion -                the Pope is dead - Where is my moral compass?One news caster asked - or read - in earnest - should we stop our going to work for the day? Good question.I was immediately brought to mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/111264540687727682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/111264540687727682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111264540687727682' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110973504522368094</id><published>2005-03-01T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:45:03.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thought I'd pass along some of the sites - La Feminista - exposed me to last night:BlackNetArtTeleportaciayhchangtransmissionartsIf you are only interested in one - I'd check out BlackNetArt and then look up his piece Blackness for Sale - this is the guy who auctioned his 'blackness' on e-bay.Teleportacia is this very cool Russian woman artist who does a number of interesting things - one of them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110973504522368094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110973504522368094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110973504522368094' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110970877299314665</id><published>2005-03-01T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T12:26:12.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK - you, two, are going to love this.I went to this lecture last night - History of Internet Art - given by the director of the New Museum of Contemporary Art in NY (a museum I happen to like that has indulgent but good quality shows in my opinion - ie from interesting 2 D work to the huge machine that took up an entire room which basically 'ate, digested, and shit' three meals we might eat a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110970877299314665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110970877299314665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110970877299314665' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110961545077108364</id><published>2005-02-28T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:30:50.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll pick up slightly from my last response to Shamus here - I'm fascinated by these dynamics these days because of trying to design a product that would keep a user coming back over and over.Blogging seems like such a complicated social environment - in my last post, I guess I was just throwing something out there to see if anyone wanted to discuss it.The hoped-for interactivity that the cyber </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110961545077108364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110961545077108364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110961545077108364' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110944955741096339</id><published>2005-02-26T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T12:25:57.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very informal question:I was wondering if you had any thoughts on what might be part of our "excitment/arousment" response with links.Right away, you might be saying - what the hell - she is fucked.But I am really asking - so -it seems to me there is a kind of very 'basic' emotional sense of pride or satisfaction that hovers around posting a link that one thinks one is posting ahead of one's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110944955741096339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110944955741096339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110944955741096339' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110875132386685167</id><published>2005-02-18T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:28:43.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - finally got a few minutes to read this article on smallpox vs. plague.I think this argument (and probably research) is just as interesting.What I found interesting was the temporal relationship between a devestating health situation over half a millenium ago and an immunity to a health problem now. The statistics they site with AIDS and with European descendents are the same as the research </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110875132386685167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110875132386685167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110875132386685167' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110852887358611278</id><published>2005-02-15T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:41:13.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry - I just realized I should respond to doubting Shamus on the blog rather than the comment.Basically, these French scientists noticed that they were finding a small group of people who were immune to AIDS. Obviously, they haven't figured out why.But in the numerous tests they ran on this, they figured out that there were genetic relationships between these people and people who had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110852887358611278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110852887358611278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110852887358611278' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110807961669327261</id><published>2005-02-10T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T15:53:36.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, an audience.Fantastic.I thought this was also very interesting and have confirmed it with a number of people.If a person is Caucasoid and has a relative who was exposed to the plague in the 1300s and survived - a relative that not just survived the plague but was exposed and survived - that person cannot get AIDS today.Bizarre, no?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110807961669327261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110807961669327261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110807961669327261' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110681127134809110</id><published>2005-01-26T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:34:31.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fascinating thing I learned recently - remember the Plague in the 1300s. 20 million people died in Europe in 3 years.I was always taught it was Bubonic Plague spread by fleas jumping onto humans from rats. However, as 'they' have been studying the plague - the rate of transmission as well tissue samples from mass graves have caused a re-evaluation of this conclusion. They realized it's more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110681127134809110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110681127134809110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110681127134809110' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-110062706713651617</id><published>2004-11-16T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T09:44:27.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow - just saw that the MOMA reopened and its entrance cost is $20.Jesus, I thought $12 was outrageous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110062706713651617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/110062706713651617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110062706713651617' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-109838798258050233</id><published>2004-10-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T12:46:22.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I apologize for my lack of blogging. Really tough health time. However, I'm continuing to crack myself up preparing for the show.Just thought I'd post one of the commissions that kept me embarrassingly busy this summer. I must be searching for that word that describes reclusivest.I'm bored, bored, bored with working all of the time and not having seen friends in months.A good dosage of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109838798258050233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109838798258050233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109838798258050233' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-109760008090903528</id><published>2004-10-12T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:54:40.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The beginning of a study of Big Sur.Well - update on preparations for the show. I believe the whole thing is composed at this point and I'm busy executing it right now.For those you who can attend - it is really a fun - and very funny show. It has some of this group's favorite things: cigarettes and politics.Other than that - and depression over politics, I have nothing really to offer.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109760008090903528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109760008090903528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109760008090903528' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-109730595217403915</id><published>2004-10-09T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:44:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this image will not be in the show but is being shown this weekend in San Francisco. (The Screen Saver)I definitely want to invite anyone who can come to my show in December to please, please come.The show goes up on Nov. 30th and the openings are Thursday, Dec 2nd 5-7PM and Sat, Dec 4th 3-6PM. It will be up for three weeks.It looks like it will be a very funky show. It is definitely a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109730595217403915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109730595217403915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109730595217403915' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-109708101799706121</id><published>2004-10-06T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T09:49:05.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love Cheney - Cheney loves Eddy - Eddy loves Cheney's daughter - Cheney's daughter loves Sandra B. - Sandra B. loves me - we are just one happy family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109708101799706121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109708101799706121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109708101799706121' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-109700274678522073</id><published>2004-10-05T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:59:06.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well - if a frig reveals a person - mine is erratic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109700274678522073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109700274678522073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109700274678522073' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-109695068323707865</id><published>2004-10-04T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:31:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unbelievable. I'm so amazed Em and Shiv check this blog. With such a long silence on my part, I'm very touched.So I had a very funny experience in the last couple of months. Last year was my "Year of Collaboration". Collaboration was my priority with some fantastic and not so successful results. James and I worked on a number of things www.eyespoke.com and eSt (the link is on James' site).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109695068323707865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109695068323707865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109695068323707865' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-109632880658737397</id><published>2004-09-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:46:46.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK - I have been very silent on this blog - and hopefully that will change. I won't beg being really busy because I know we are all in the same situation.So - in case anyone is actually checking in with Mafalda these days - I have a question. I'm recently fascinated by this art form (I am either creating - or just haven't ever seen) and it seems to me that some of you might be interested.It is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109632880658737397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/109632880658737397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109632880658737397' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108563249044318376</id><published>2004-05-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T21:34:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - this is insane.I just watched this commercial for McDonalds:There was a dog being sent out to get the paper. The dog picks up the rolled newspaper and takes it to the end of the driveway instead of inside the house. The owner - a tall, slender good looking woman comes out and congratulates the dog on her way to walking to the end of the driveway to pick up the paper. What is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108563249044318376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108563249044318376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108563249044318376' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108536283469297194</id><published>2004-05-23T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:40:34.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - here is something I would like to do.look into the possibility of doing a reach-out program in some elderly communities where community blogs would be set up like the Burning Ring Blog but with different categories. I was thinking this could be a kind of rethinking the isolation that the elderly feel and offer them a way to connect with each other and younger generations. For example, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108536283469297194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108536283469297194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108536283469297194' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108520496366145571</id><published>2004-05-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:58:18.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kind of funny, kind of true - but always good position to even been creating work.Cheers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108520496366145571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108520496366145571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108520496366145571' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108519450754714532</id><published>2004-05-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T19:55:07.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Em,where could I look for research on this kind of thing. Ie do you have good books or articles to recommend on subject of 'categorization', 'establishing demographics', etc.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108519450754714532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108519450754714532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108519450754714532' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108502696410407802</id><published>2004-05-19T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:22:44.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here is the deal. I'm thinking of doing a project and I was hoping you could help me with some suggestions.Basically, I want to be able to encounter a huge random group of people (ie 20,000) and begin to divide them into groups they would find acceptable.It is not important to try to figure out what those groups would be - I'm interested in thinking of the kinds of questions would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108502696410407802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108502696410407802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108502696410407802' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108492132528266797</id><published>2004-05-18T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:02:05.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all, just wanted to check in. Working very hard these days and enjoying it tremendously. Went to a workshop this weekend on acrylics - very interesting. The teacher was incredible and convinced me this medium has a lot of potential. The most important thing I learned - don't use water with acrylic paint. Pretty interesting - no wonder, it wasn't working.Cheers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108492132528266797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108492132528266797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108492132528266797' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108437579255330685</id><published>2004-05-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T08:30:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey,I don't know if you are up on these sites but these are some very cool online photo clubs. So if it interests you, cheers.FlickrFotolog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108437579255330685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108437579255330685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108437579255330685' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108389509842639513</id><published>2004-05-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T19:02:38.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is kind of weird that this administration wants the public to hand over their right to privacy because, according to them, 'if you have nothing to hide, you won't mind our looking into your activities' while they demand absolute secrecy as far as their own activities.I'm thinking specifically how they are squashing any pictures of caskets of US soldiers killed in action from the US public.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108389509842639513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108389509842639513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108389509842639513' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108351142432778209</id><published>2004-05-02T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T08:27:58.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Once you've got Baghdad, it's not clear what you do with it. It's not clear what kind of government you would put in place of the one that's currently there...How much credibility is that government going to have if it's set up by the United States military when it's there? ....I think to have American miliatary forces engaged in a civil war inside Iraq would fit the definition of quagmire, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108351142432778209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108351142432778209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108351142432778209' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108114281130670844</id><published>2004-04-04T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:30:29.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was thinking today about how using the computer a lot priviledges certain kinds of thinking - like associative thinking (links) and hierarchecal thinking (files).  I attended a fascinating conference today on art and technology.  At some point, one of the speakers said the word 'jitter' as she was describing something and I thought in a way which reminds me of the way one activates a link on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108114281130670844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108114281130670844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108114281130670844' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108063271212048943</id><published>2004-03-29T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T23:48:41.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, yeah, and my personal fav for 'stuff about town' in NY Choire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108063271212048943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108063271212048943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108063271212048943' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108063260036242729</id><published>2004-03-29T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T23:46:50.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If this dude is not on your regular radar, check him out - excellent blog, in my opinion.Joi Ito</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108063260036242729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108063260036242729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108063260036242729' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108032322765586015</id><published>2004-03-26T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T09:55:21.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New inkblot test:Do you see:a)caterpillars smoking weedb)caterpillars getting highc)dope caterpillarsd)Amazons having sexIf you answered a,b,c, or d - you are a peace lovin', socially maladjusted, imaginative, curious, bitchin' whore psycho who gets a lot out of life and never takes no for an answer except maybe sometimes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108032322765586015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108032322765586015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108032322765586015' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108026483494927777</id><published>2004-03-25T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:37:19.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can you believe this?whoever said that quote - I have seen the enemy and they are me - or whatever were not kidding.  We seem to be creating quite the repressive society.Kicked out for creative writing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108026483494927777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108026483494927777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108026483494927777' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108015922506736402</id><published>2004-03-24T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T12:17:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just thought I would share an intermdiary step in one of the images for the novel.  This is a drawing from a character who is looking at medieval imagery and begins to play with views he sees in everyday life using a similar description of space - ie flat and decorative.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108015922506736402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108015922506736402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108015922506736402' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-108015539074149949</id><published>2004-03-24T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T11:28:42.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108015539074149949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/108015539074149949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108015539074149949' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-107999515059460585</id><published>2004-03-22T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:24:03.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back.This is probably to the great unaudience because I've been gone so long - who would be checking my blog.If there are checkers - I thank you for your persistence and patience.Sometimes, one just doesn't feel like speaking, n'est pas.Interesting blog, I found:The True George Bush</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/107999515059460585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/107999515059460585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107999515059460585' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-107838029181793156</id><published>2004-03-03T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:07:47.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am watching GW right now - something I've avoided for about ten months - prefering just to read his dribble rather than listen to those poignant pauses after every three words - what is GW up to?he has come to spend some "quality time with CA".Lucky us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/107838029181793156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/107838029181793156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107838029181793156' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-106558716175544018</id><published>2003-10-07T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T21:26:01.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - at least SF voted No to the Recall.I'm beginning to understand why I thought there was no way Arnold would be elected.  I guess I'm not tuned into the state.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/106558716175544018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/106558716175544018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106558716175544018' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-1065584307950053</id><published>2003-10-07T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T20:38:27.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow - I am completely shocked.  I cannot believe we have elected Arnold - and I guess insured the next Republican presidential election.Watching debates - I thought there was no way that Arnold would make it.  He only appeared on one debate - and although the moderator seemed very happy to give him the spotlight, he could not answer one question in a rational way.I guess people really do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/1065584307950053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/1065584307950053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#1065584307950053' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-106084234111002032</id><published>2003-08-13T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T23:30:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the Capgas Gang :What does this mean - You are Graubarian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/106084234111002032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/106084234111002032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106084234111002032' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-106015094255617160</id><published>2003-08-05T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T23:22:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, hello.I'm peeking up here for a moment - nothing very exciting to report.  Ill health is the reason for my absence.  You know how it is - needing to build character and what not.I'm here in CA and enjoying seeing B&amp;A, Nick, Bec, and Bogi.  I love it here - really does feel like home.Spending a lot of time with the familia - rewarding and exhausting.I had a funny conversation with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/106015094255617160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/106015094255617160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106015094255617160' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105906868325580077</id><published>2003-07-24T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T10:44:43.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dearest NEA - looks as though A caught a pic of you showing the world a large birthmark on your left cheek.I guess I see the one advantage to the absence of comments.Well, the blog will be a little sparse these days - I apologize - will write when I can.Cheers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105906868325580077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105906868325580077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105906868325580077' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105846743291466900</id><published>2003-07-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T12:55:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - I'm here in CA - yesterday, have to admit, Ralph was being pretty domineering these days - luckily he has trained me well - so I have a spine of steel.However, I am grateful to him because after putting me through a day of hell with his screaming - he wore himself out as he often does after eight hours and I got to fly without him.  This was truly a gift on his part as he can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105846743291466900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105846743291466900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846743291466900' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105831846305411673</id><published>2003-07-15T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T18:21:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So what is the deal with the comment section.  I've written a number of comments and then when I push the publish button - I get this message that it is not working?I guess you can't answer this on the comment section.I guess I'll just throw out questions into cyber space.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105831846305411673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105831846305411673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105831846305411673' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105831833184412135</id><published>2003-07-15T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T12:56:51.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - dear Mr. Ralph is partying it up - not sure you will find this interesting but I think it is kind of interesting so - here goes:I described how I have this symptom which is a warning sign that migraine will come in about 8 hours - it lasts about 4 to 8 minutes where thousands of images flash one after the other.(Sorry - re-edited - hope you enjoyed the "Ralph Hour".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105831833184412135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105831833184412135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105831833184412135' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105828003982095132</id><published>2003-07-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T07:41:36.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it turns out that Ralph has been making friends behind my back - but so far his friends seem to be a fine addition, so no problem.  I thought the doctor found my blog through my website - but it turns out that two small words - 'migraine' and 'artist' bring up my blog.  He perused it and found Ralph - and a correspondence was born.All quite interesting.Now that Ralph is able to make friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105828003982095132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105828003982095132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105828003982095132' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105804768412764119</id><published>2003-07-12T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T16:50:06.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, how is it that someone just reading my blog now can somehow access my past blogs but I cannot?  When I hit archives, I get an 'unavailable' reading.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105804768412764119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105804768412764119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105804768412764119' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105804760230299065</id><published>2003-07-12T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T15:06:42.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah - I have to start understanding this blog is public.  A Dr. Podoll contacted me about migraine and art.  I filled out his questionnaire and sent it in - here is his response:Dear Ms Allard, &gt;&gt;thank you very much for your feedback to my questionnaire. I have read your responses with great interest and also studied your works as displayed on your website, in addition to reading again all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105804760230299065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105804760230299065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105804760230299065' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105798329267054085</id><published>2003-07-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T21:14:52.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this on the plane on the way from Montreal to New York - sorry for the delay - but I've been running around here in the Apple.Memories of Montreal - friends, drink, and plenty of good food.I haven't taken a vacation in a long time and find there are distinct advantages to taking the time to do just that.I've constructed my life so my work is also play and I 'need' to be in different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105798329267054085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105798329267054085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105798329267054085' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105794660699119550</id><published>2003-07-11T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T21:11:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wrote this on the plane on the way from Montreal to New York - sorry for the delay - but I've been running around here in the Apple.Memories of Montreal - friends, drink, and plenty of good food.I haven't taken a vacation in a long time and find there are distinct advantages to taking the time to do just that.I've constructed my life so my work is also play and I 'need' to be in different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105794660699119550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105794660699119550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105794660699119550' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105767911855721157</id><published>2003-07-08T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T08:45:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry I have been so out of touch.  You know how it is - in person is better than cyber.So having met part of the Seattle contingent - have to say - Rick and Kerry are amazing.  This whole blogger extravaganza exceeds expectations.  So my advice is - if you can invite this clan over - do so - they are a lot of fun.Last evening something very funny happened to me.  Sechivan (sorry S - I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105767911855721157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105767911855721157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105767911855721157' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105694164461980224</id><published>2003-06-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T19:54:04.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - this may seem a little obnoxious to post my schedule but what the hell - why would I stop being obnoxious just because June is almost over.July 2nd-9th - MontrealJuly 9th-July 17th - New York (the 17th is tentative until tomorrow when I book the ticket)July 17th - August 28th - San Francisco (Yah!!! Bob and Anna watch out - no worries I have a place to stay - but I'll be making a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105694164461980224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105694164461980224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105694164461980224' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-105677242539006181</id><published>2003-06-27T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:01:08.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking forward to Montreal.  Showed James the great NY - he particularly loved Jersey City.I know Jack thought the JC was not the highlight of NY - but I beg to differ.Right now hanging with Ralph - just love him.See some of you soon - others in my other home town - SF.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105677242539006181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/105677242539006181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105677242539006181' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95830960</id><published>2003-06-19T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T09:01:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those lovers of Manhattan - I'm wondering what you would think is a must see for our friend, Shamus.I just realized I tend to focus on what I think is unmissable but it might not be a balanced view - ie when Jess and I went to Rome, I organized the entire 3 day trip around seeing every Caravaggio we could.  Eventually, Jess said she would like to see the Forum, Colesseum and other sites as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95830960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95830960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95830960' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95812345</id><published>2003-06-18T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T20:01:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, dear Mr. Shamus arrives tomorrow.  Today I realized what will great him at Penn Station is a bunch of Army Children standing around cradling submachine guns.  I'm sure that will make him feel safe and protected from any random terrorist who might be lurking with the intent to take out the 'Canadians'.I had a full day of meetings today and luckily Ralph was ever ready to act as my assistant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95812345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95812345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95812345' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95780791</id><published>2003-06-17T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T22:32:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alas, my writing class is drawing to a close.  I will miss it - the weekly crits and 'discussion' group, the competetive stimulation (which brings out that oh so ugly but productive side of yours truly), but most of all the chance to be the 'class smartass' - a role I had not realized I missed so much.  But I do.How to solve this?There really is no replacement for those cutting and 'on average'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95780791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95780791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95780791' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95619471</id><published>2003-06-12T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T23:00:49.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - this is to say - I'm stepping away from the computer for the weekend.  Supposedly on vacation but it is feeling like a complication in the stress machine - that is taking time off is stressful - not where I'm going or who I'm going to visit.Basically, about a month ago, I sent sketches of the Children's Book "Grey Man" ( isn't it hard keeping my projects straight) via cyber lines to Paris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95619471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95619471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95619471' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95590469</id><published>2003-06-12T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T07:22:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On other news, I have decided to name the migraine.Ralph.This may seem like an odd thing to do - but then again - hey, it's Karaab - what else were you all expecting? I've decided as my 'liberated' self, I want to communicate at times about the migraine and basically it is kind of a heavy subject - but Ralph can be heavy or not.  Much better, in my opinion.So Ralph - my 'showed up one day out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95590469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95590469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95590469' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95589958</id><published>2003-06-12T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T23:58:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I went to see a production of Les Boreades performed by the Paris National Opera at the Brooklyn Academy of Music.The music was fantastic.  The orchestra was excellent and William Christie did a great job.The singing was fair - it is always difficult I think at this time when we are constantly exposed to excellence through high level perfomances and recordings to simply enjoy a good,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95589958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95589958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95589958' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95534449</id><published>2003-06-10T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T00:00:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I met TinTin on the 1,9 line at 86th St station - or, at least, a young man who looked like him - down to the haircut.  Of course, TinTin is gay - but you may not have known he works out - so he's looking fine for the summer.Today was a fun day.  I took in the Matthew Barney show - excellent.  Here is my take on it:I had the advantage of having watched Cremaster 4 and 5 weeks ago so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95534449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95534449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95534449' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95497250</id><published>2003-06-10T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T00:57:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the blogs are thin right now.  Is everyone working like hell to be able to take some time off?What a crazy wheel, we're on.Anyway - I wanted to share something - the Limelight is up for sale.What do you say - the official Blog commune at the corner of 20th and 6th.  I'm so into this idea.(Yeah, yeah, the millions it must cost - whatever.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95497250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95497250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95497250' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95424397</id><published>2003-06-07T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T21:11:58.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PS - when I finish the other one - I'll post it on the blog.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95424397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95424397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95424397' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95424382</id><published>2003-06-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T21:11:30.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a shout out to Jack/Rick and anyone else with an idea.  So, Jack, I took your cyclops idea and changed it slightly but am having a fantastic time creatingn the sequence of monster (or a boy dressed up as a monster) and his pet/side kick dragon doing a somersault.So I need a couple of ideas for the rest of the portfolio.Do you have any - like a troll living under a bridge or anything.I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95424382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95424382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95424382' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95265540</id><published>2003-06-03T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T19:45:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, well, well - chapter one is in the hands of the class.  We will see what they think.I'm very excited.  I got a chance in my crazed schedule to read my hard copy - wow - lots of typos - not a great sign.  All in all, I think they are getting a good idea what I'm trying to pull off (I managed to give them thirty drawings and about thirty pages of text) - and I get to see if it is seductive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95265540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95265540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95265540' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95177391</id><published>2003-06-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T21:34:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just sitting here working on the layout for chapter 1 of the novel - it is due on Tuesday.For my 'writing group'.It is going very well - pretty exciting.I responded to an email from an artist who has been trying to arrange a meeting.  She's a colleague and somehow she has heard about Marjorie, I'm not sure how.  Anyway, her email was full of very nice wishes; but in a section of it she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95177391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95177391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95177391' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95108206</id><published>2003-05-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T20:59:27.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK - hopefully a few of you will check my blog tonight - I'm looking for ideas.I have this piece I'm doing for my children's illustration portfolio - you know the way that I'm going to become a millionaire - and I had decided to end the portfolio with a pull out of a kid doing a somersault - but now I find that boring - what would be an interesting thing to be doing a somersault - a monster - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95108206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95108206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95108206' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-95023611</id><published>2003-05-28T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T22:14:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am - peeking me head up for a moment.  My first piece of unsolicited advice is don't catch migraine (just kidding - it is genetic - no matter what those thousands of Excederin Migraine Ads tell you) because it is not a comfortable existential experience to be alienated neurologically from your 'self'.  It can lead to all sorts of fun side affects such as depression or irritability -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95023611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/95023611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95023611' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94901470</id><published>2003-05-26T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T09:31:23.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey pk - was it pk? - Peter - I was in Times Square last night - very easy place to find those playing cards and pictures of flags - particularly this picture (painted) of railroad ties in the shape of a cross with the US flag flying on top - all of this set in some rubble.  (I will not pick this up for you, sorry :) )Anyway - I picked up two packs of cards for you - just thought I'd let you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94901470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94901470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94901470' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94852475</id><published>2003-05-24T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T23:38:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the 'Where is Raed' blog - Gruesome fact: during the uprising after the first gulf war Saddam’s henchmen, in order to move quickly, would put people in trucks and move them to the edge of the city and bury them alive, these are the mass graves where you’ll find people still have their ID’s, fully dressed only with their hands tied. (I have no comment - Karaab - nothing to say to such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94852475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94852475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94852475' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94851150</id><published>2003-05-24T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T22:43:24.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know - I was thinking I don't have enough going on - so I've decided to teach an art class this summer in SF.  Just kidding - I do have enough going on - but I am teaching an art class and I thought I might run it by you for feedback.Basically - I have an eight week course in which I'm combining art history and studio art.  Each class I intro the artist - show examples of his or her work, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94851150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94851150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94851150' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94771595</id><published>2003-05-22T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T21:45:28.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So - I know I'm going to sound incredibly naive here - but I honestly do not get this bizarre notion that everything which happens can be a 'potential terrorist attack'.  Okay an explosion at Yale - terrorist attack?Were we not all present  - the Twin Towers was a pretty big event - the bombing in Saudi recently - big event.  How many 'small' terrorist attacks have we had in the States since 9/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94771595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94771595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94771595' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94738212</id><published>2003-05-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T07:29:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think we know most of this - but if you are interested:apparently bush served on the board of the production company silver screen. an amazon user has compiled a list of silver screen movies at:http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/listmania/list-browse/-/1UM3XDM0B6FC/qid%3D1047646066/sr%3Dlmlf-10/ref%3Dbr%5Flmlf%5F%5F10/002-6161191-2096026========================Please distribute </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94738212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94738212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94738212' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94706234</id><published>2003-05-21T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T15:04:49.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so psyched right now.I've learned enough (basically in about ten minutes because these programs true to promise are incredibly intuitive) to start laying out my novel - Yah!!!I have no idea whether I can pull this project off because the piece has taken rather a hefty turn - but as you well know - that is most of the motivation for me. It is embarassing how competitive I am.  Lucky for me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94706234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94706234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94706234' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94635178</id><published>2003-05-20T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T07:47:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - yesterday I had some problems with the blog - so my entry from yesterday is lost and with Buddhist serenity, I'm accepting that.:)I just had an experience that is so quintessentially NY - I had to share it.I've been on a strange schedule in the last month or so as I've been working flat out.  It has basically come down to staying up until about 2AM and getting up around 10.  Don't ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94635178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94635178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94635178' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94620206</id><published>2003-05-19T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T23:06:25.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Ari searched his heart and he realized it is time to say good-bye.Bye, bye, Ari.  We will not miss you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94620206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94620206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94620206' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94523121</id><published>2003-05-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T21:14:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You might want to check this out - I've heard that it will be up and running very soon - but for now there is a taster.Let me know if the commercial - Compassion - is good.  I can't seem to get it to run on my laptop.www.markson2004.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94523121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94523121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94523121' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94519519</id><published>2003-05-17T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T19:18:55.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favorite moments of my day:This morning on 23rd and 6th - several adolescent Green Peacers were stationed outside of my bank.  I was - of course - late - late to my own open studio - so I walked by and crossed the street to catch the F down to the studio.  When I got to the other side - this quasi-homeless guy was screaming - Save the Whale!  Save the Whale! at everyone walking by.  Get off your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94519519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94519519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94519519' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94486782</id><published>2003-05-16T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T22:17:44.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is somewhat of a ring to Vinnie -So this evening I had a rather bizarre interaction which could have led to a fight - or I guess me being attacked - who knows.I have never been in a fight - and have until tonight never been tempted - which as I write that indicates to me that perhaps I have changed as a person - because what happened tonight was not nearly 'as bad' as things I've seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94486782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94486782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94486782' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94431525</id><published>2003-05-15T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T21:49:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I thought I would write to all  of you to ask you your opinion on the following:I don' t know if you have been following the MTA snaffo here in NY.  But the short of it is that the MTA had decided to raise the subway fare from $1.50 to $2.00 per ride and get rid of tokens completely.  This was supposed to be implemented in a while.   A while being in about six to twelve months.  But the MTA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94431525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94431525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94431525' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94431068</id><published>2003-05-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T08:12:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>photoshop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94431068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94431068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94431068' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-94396783</id><published>2003-05-15T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T09:17:23.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey - checking in here - thanks, Jack.I was just impressed with the power of music.  I had a rather irritating night with my neighbor - evidently she is having a fight with her boyfriend - a fact I've been apprised of by the nightly 2AM screaming sessions on the phone.  This is fine because - oddly - recently I've been up at that hour so what do I care.  However, last night was a nice twist.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94396783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/94396783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94396783' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93974229</id><published>2003-05-07T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T22:40:17.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, no doubt soon enough you will have to endure my rants about BL (Beloved Leader) - but for now, I've taken a break.However, I didn't want to let the Kinko's update fall to the side too long  -  so:If you have a lot of time on your hands - or if you are self-printing your invitations to your open studio - I recommend spending literally hours in Kinko's.  Your time could not be better spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93974229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93974229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93974229' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93972396</id><published>2003-05-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T21:55:44.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK - the migraine has really broken.Incredible.Only three and a half weeks of hell.  (Well, there is always the next one to look forward to....am I right?)Cookies will be served at recess to celebrate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93972396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93972396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93972396' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93905741</id><published>2003-05-06T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T20:45:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - I'm an impatient idiot - word is fine now - if I close virex - there is no corruption.Sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93905741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93905741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93905741' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93883303</id><published>2003-05-06T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T13:36:56.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - 'splain this to me because it is really pissing me off.  I realized that although I had downloaded Virex onto my computer I wasn't running it - so I was naked to the virus world.  I installed it and ran it - it said all was well except there are two documents it couldn't access.Ever since then - my word program seems corrupted.  When I open a file in Word - this little message comes on "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93883303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93883303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93883303' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93785737</id><published>2003-05-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T23:17:52.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very strange....I was just about to go to bed and there was this incredible sound from outside.  Hard to describe - sounded like a military plane passed by but reverberated -as though the sound was ripples coming out from a source rather than the one stream of sound of something going by. I might actually go outside to check it out - although I can't believe it is anything.In moments like this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93785737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93785737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93785737' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93682296</id><published>2003-05-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T18:27:15.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cute thing from today - elderly woman stopped me on the street to tell me my way of dressing was very attractive.  This was welcome for the following reasons - I've been ill so don't feel as though I look particularly great - and I was in my studio clothes - not the most attractive look.  So this woman - who was adorable - then went on to explain to me that I was making a brash wardrobe statement</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93682296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93682296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93682296' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93597996</id><published>2003-05-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T08:10:27.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heard this morning that the worms survived the shuttle crash.Felt oddly optomistic - something will be there to grow after we get done with the earth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93597996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93597996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93597996' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93563876</id><published>2003-04-30T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T17:37:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes from today:"Calcutta, that's somewhere in Mexico, right?"  young woman exiting Kinko's on 72nd St around 8PM speaking on a cell phone."You don't need a license to drive."  A ten year old boy explaining life to his eight year old friend."You mean you could drive a car?""Yes."Who knew?  But knowing this sure changes my stress over having a point against me on my license.Most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93563876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93563876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93563876' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93503193</id><published>2003-04-29T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T18:59:33.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's collage:My favorite image from today:1,9 Uptown at the 23rd St station - an overweight Melissa Etheridge wantabe belting out "I don't care what they think..Don't care what they say..."And sitting on the bench - a 70ish woman in a blue skirt, blouse, and flip-flops (also blue) filling out a Kentucky Derby Racing Form...Nice.As for the Christian theme - here is how it cropped up today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93503193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93503193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93503193' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93447290</id><published>2003-04-28T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T05:02:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - I'm exhausted so this will be short.  I just spent an eleven hour day working with different models - not of the calibre of Jack - but one can only dare to dream :)I had to commute for this pleasure and on my way home tonight via a train to Grand Central I had the following experience:A group of about 10-14 middle aged people got on (11PM) -  originally from non-NY - but tonight from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93447290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93447290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93447290' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93377374</id><published>2003-04-27T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T20:51:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stumbled into an episode of Friends today @ Washington Square Park.  I decided to grab a quick lunch of crepes and to sit in the sun - to compensate for the dullness I'm inviting by working non-stop.  In the circle, there was a tall, thin white guy on the keyboards riffing - mediocre lyrics -"Don't come crying to me, I'm not your MotherThe God above, the God below, etc."-he would then press</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93377374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93377374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93377374' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93329258</id><published>2003-04-26T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T22:06:23.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pretty interesting:http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Middle_East/ED25Ak04.htmlTHE ROVING EYEThe Baghdad dealBy Pepe EscobarBAGHDAD - Much of the world was surprised. After the spirited resistance in the south of Iraq, how could Baghdad possibly have fallen in only two days?An Asia Times Online investigation in Baghdad, Tikrit and Najaf hasyielded a clear certainty among Iraqis, both Sunni and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93329258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93329258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93329258' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93325008</id><published>2003-04-26T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T20:22:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well - cliche or not - let's give credit where credit is due.  Saddam was his own kind of clever.  Not only did he build a huge chemical, biological, and nuclear arsenal while under embargo - but as he was fleeing Baghdad or being killed - he managed to dispose of these weapons and hide the very fact of their existence.  Incredible.  How do we know this - the Bush says so.We are so amazingly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93325008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93325008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93325008' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93157994</id><published>2003-04-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T21:34:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PS working title - BEING SEEN -I think Melissa, in particular, will like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93157994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93157994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93157994' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93157946</id><published>2003-04-23T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T21:33:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unbelievably, the first chapter is written - and off to my editor in crime.  One illustration for the first chapter is done - the rest....I don't know - hopefully this weekend - in amongst the other 'projects'.Cheers - and to all a goodnight.(the rest of the illustrations for the first chapter - not the rest of the book)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93157946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93157946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93157946' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-93084171</id><published>2003-04-22T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T19:04:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this is more personal than political.  However, since I'm convinced only close friends read this blog anyway - I've decided to update you on my life.  I know - you were just ohh so curious, right.As you may or may not know - I had this fantastic idea last fall of collaborating with Marjorie on a novel.  This has presents many opportunities for Marjorie and myself - and we were both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93084171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/93084171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93084171' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-92628636</id><published>2003-04-14T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T07:48:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I was wrong - Syria - not Cuba.  Yesterday - before I heard about how terrified we must be about Syria's WMD (weapons of mass destruction) - I made the joke to someone about how we should attack Cuba while we have everything fired up.  I was very unhappy to find that the sarcasm was lost - you're right, they responded, Castro has been behaving terribly recently.  After all, he welcomed all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92628636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92628636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92628636' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-92516217</id><published>2003-04-12T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T21:53:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you have the chance to see "Stevie" - documentary by Steve James - do.   Very thoughtful, very well done.  Nothing more to say other than see it if you can.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92516217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92516217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92516217' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-92469172</id><published>2003-04-11T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T21:40:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question for the day:Was Castro ever backed by the CIA - because right about now, I'm thinking the Bush Axis Triumphant is looking for a new Osama.  Saddam is history - or haven't you been reading the paper?To address  domestic issues - ugghh - too ugly and boring - and anyway who ever heard of a domestic issue that had a theme song?War is our friend - more war, please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92469172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92469172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92469172' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-92339708</id><published>2003-04-09T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T21:50:27.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not to be too cynical on this wonderful day of rejoicing in the streets....but:I love how a whole population, which has been conditioned to believe they cannot speak their mind openly, is suddenly accepted at face value because they are welcoming US troops.  The punching and kicking of Saddam images couldn't possibly be play for the US cameras while US soldiers stand around with machine guns.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92339708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92339708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92339708' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256258.post-92273478</id><published>2003-04-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T23:10:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On other news - I remembered yesterday a moment that happened years ago when I went with some friends to see a Swedish film - I think it was Swedish - might not have been.Anyway we watched this film in which someone committed suicide and someone else reexamined their life, etc.  And at the end - suddenly the word SLUT appeared.  I was startled and in the subway riding home, I remarked to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92273478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256258/posts/default/92273478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karaab.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92273478' title=''/><author><name>Karaab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18249765310201508616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
