<?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-8417853</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:19:39.417-04:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='meta'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='music'/><category term='travel'/><category term='dorkitude'/><category term='tv'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='consumerism'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>solitude</title><subtitle type='html'>If there were no music, I would not get through</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-6607555297141659049</id><published>2007-11-15T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:05:27.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Lights</title><summary type='text'>Wishing everyone a very happy belated Diwali.  Above, a shot of my simple efforts.आप सब को दीवाली की शुभ कम्नाये और साल मुबारक!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6607555297141659049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=6607555297141659049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/6607555297141659049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/6607555297141659049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/11/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VVSo3tXokI/RzvfsVPad5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/JBhq36k4eBQ/s72-c/IMG_2160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-5973401291300560804</id><published>2007-07-17T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:26:44.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>transition</title><summary type='text'>I'm ba-ack!So, yes, I've been noticeably absent for quite some time, but I feel like I have good excuses for the hibernation this time around.  A lot has happened since my last post, so here's the quick summary:The week after my last post - Final exams.May 14 - Graduation!  Woohoo, I have an MBA.May 15 - Left for a 7 week trip to Europe visiting 8 countries.This weekend - Moved.Yesterday - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5973401291300560804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=5973401291300560804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/5973401291300560804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/5973401291300560804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/07/transition.html' title='transition'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-5688293745297071782</id><published>2007-04-24T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:55:00.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>entrepreneurs</title><summary type='text'>I realized that I have several friends who are trying to start or are already running their own businesses.  I am continually impressed!  I'd like to show them my support.  Please take the time to check out their websites linked from the sidebar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/5688293745297071782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=5688293745297071782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/5688293745297071782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/5688293745297071782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/entrepreneurs.html' title='entrepreneurs'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-6355076580867529145</id><published>2007-04-15T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:51:17.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>sailing</title><summary type='text'>So, I wanted to craft an excellent new post, full of wit and charm about my trip to the Virgin Islands.  Instead, it has been a month since I've returned, and I've yet to write that post.  I figure it's time to cut my losses.  Instead, I'll just let you see the pictures and judge for yourself.See the full set of non-people ones on Flickr.  The rest are linked from Facebook.I went to the British </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/6355076580867529145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=6355076580867529145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/6355076580867529145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/6355076580867529145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/04/sailing.html' title='sailing'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/436015659_332fa6073f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-4703074919861700529</id><published>2007-03-04T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:37:27.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>S-O-N-G-W-R-I-T-I-N-G</title><summary type='text'>Hi, I'm a songwriter, and it turns out I completely failed grade school where you learn how to spell words in the English language.  Therefore, I'm going to make sure the world knows that now, as a supposed adult, that I can in fact spell.  S-P-E-L-L.  See?  Just to make sure you get it (and also, because I'm an alarmingly lazy songwriter and can't think of better lyrics), I'll include the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/4703074919861700529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=4703074919861700529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/4703074919861700529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/4703074919861700529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/spelling.html' title='S-O-N-G-W-R-I-T-I-N-G'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-8931986091736557140</id><published>2007-02-15T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:06:05.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meta'/><title type='text'>upgrade</title><summary type='text'>Thought it was time for a bit of early spring cleaning.  Blogger keeps bugging me to upgrade every time I log in, so I finally caved to the pressure.  So far, I really like the collapsible tree archive of posts.  Plus I was tired of my old template, time for a change anyways.  Let me know what you think.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/8931986091736557140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=8931986091736557140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/8931986091736557140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/8931986091736557140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/upgrade.html' title='upgrade'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-117134168442646452</id><published>2007-02-12T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:58:36.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>photography</title><summary type='text'>I got a new camera!  :)  But of course, I forgot to take a picture of it before returning my parents' camera to them.  So you'll just have to drool over the amazon picture, and trust that I have one.  It seems fabulous, but I haven't really had that many chances to take pictures yet.  I'll have to give you a better update once I do.As for earlier promised pictures, they're up!  Took me a long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/117134168442646452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=117134168442646452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/117134168442646452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/117134168442646452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/photography.html' title='photography'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/376121378_7c9381832d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-117090555112086451</id><published>2007-02-07T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:35:31.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>schizophrenia</title><summary type='text'>Almost a decade ago, I took the Myers-Briggs test for the first time.  It was a requirement for school.  I think I was deemed an ISTJ.  I can't be completely sure as I have no document to prove that fact, and my memory's not what it used to be.  (shush).  Anyhow, I thought it was a fairly accurate description.Tonight, I retook it, again for school.  First of all, I thought the test was a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/117090555112086451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=117090555112086451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/117090555112086451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/117090555112086451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/02/schizophrenia.html' title='schizophrenia'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-117013190516287956</id><published>2007-01-29T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:07:49.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>2007</title><summary type='text'>Happy Belated New Year!And thus begins my year o' travel.As my last post indicated, I needed a new camera and I needed one fast.  For those wanting a quick update:  I couldn't find the 700IS in stores anywhere in time, so I tried out the Canon 630.  Fell in love with the 3inch display but really wanted to hold out for IS, so I returned that and borrowed my parents' Sony for my trip.  As lovely as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/117013190516287956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=117013190516287956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/117013190516287956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/117013190516287956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/374025488_942dd7370a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-116594766590253049</id><published>2006-12-12T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:24:56.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>advice</title><summary type='text'>So, the unfortunate has happened and my trusty digicam has bit the bucket.  Technically, I can still take pictures with it, but none of the buttons actually do anything anymore, so I am forced to just be happy with the default settings.  Clearly, this will not do.So I need recommendations on what I should purchase as its replacement.  I'm going to buy something this month, so no advice to wait </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116594766590253049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=116594766590253049' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116594766590253049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116594766590253049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/12/advice.html' title='advice'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-116434384317323789</id><published>2006-11-23T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:07:11.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>So today is Thanksgiving, a holiday so uniquely American.  Eating till you can't see your feet, followed by crazy, crowded, deal hunting shopping?  Truly American.  :)  While I can't say I celebrate it with the traditional turkey-induced coma, I won't complain about the vacation days, or the general festive mood it puts everyone in in preparation for Christmas and the end of the year.One thing I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116434384317323789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=116434384317323789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116434384317323789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116434384317323789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-116278954893400342</id><published>2006-11-05T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:08:25.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Diwali</title><summary type='text'>First off, Happy Belated Diwali!So, I'm just now getting around to watching some of last week's television, and in my normal fashion, I never watch commercials/promos/etc so I had no clue as to the theme of this past week's episode of The Office.  Wow, I was completely unprepared for an entire episode, not only titled Diwali, but with Diwali/Indians as its central theme.  I have to say, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116278954893400342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=116278954893400342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116278954893400342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116278954893400342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/11/diwali.html' title='Diwali'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-116122896301345461</id><published>2006-10-18T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:36:03.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>justice</title><summary type='text'>In class today, my professor gave an offhand example of the power of the size of the market, that still has me thinking.  Imagine that your significant other has just been diagnosed with an extremely rare debilitating disease that only affects about a 1000 people a year around the world.  For you and yours, finding the cure for this affliction is paramount.  Even a drug to treat the symptoms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116122896301345461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=116122896301345461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116122896301345461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116122896301345461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/justice_18.html' title='justice'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-116054271551763654</id><published>2006-10-11T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:27:40.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorkitude'/><title type='text'>PCLoadLetter</title><summary type='text'>In business school, there's a lot of reading.  I don't mean law school amounts, but its pretty substantial.  As much as I love the peecee, I'm not one for reading 30 page pdfs on a laptop screen.  So I print.  This, as you may imagine, turns into a lot of printing and in turn, time, paper, and ink.  So much so, that when I recently found a really good deal on a laser printer, I told myself it was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/116054271551763654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=116054271551763654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116054271551763654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/116054271551763654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/10/pcloadletter.html' title='PCLoadLetter'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-115941848709164741</id><published>2006-09-28T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:10:23.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorkitude'/><title type='text'>sticky</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that the Post-It is only 26 years old?  How did people remember to do anything before then?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115941848709164741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=115941848709164741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115941848709164741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115941848709164741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/sticky.html' title='sticky'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-115923630303772848</id><published>2006-09-25T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:18:32.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>driving</title><summary type='text'>On my daily route back home from school, I have to take a single lane road that's fairly curvy and gets backed up at rush hour.  Today, like most days, I turned the corner, and waited as the snake of cars inched forward.  I noticed that I was about to come up to the entrance for the bank on my right, and there was a string of cars trying to get out.  Car after car in front of me crept forward, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115923630303772848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=115923630303772848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115923630303772848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115923630303772848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/driving.html' title='driving'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-115846701879866541</id><published>2006-09-17T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:57:22.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorkitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meta'/><title type='text'>reclamation</title><summary type='text'>I hereby state that I am back in the blog world.  I was a fool to ever leave; I recognize the error of my ways.  I feel it's time to start sharing my thoughts again.  You've been warned. :)Speaking of errors, I found out recently that I've been mispronouncing the word 'mischievous'.  My whole life, I spent 4 syllables on it when I only needed 3.  So much time... wasted.  Speaking of wasting time,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115846701879866541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=115846701879866541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115846701879866541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115846701879866541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/09/reclamation.html' title='reclamation'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-115301821459856978</id><published>2006-07-15T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:57:23.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meta'/><title type='text'>inspiration</title><summary type='text'>For those of you that still check, I'm not sure when this blog will inspire me next.  I mentioned a long time ago that these things seem to come in cycles.  Then, I talked about numbers and words.  Today, it is pictures.  I have been spending more time at Flickr lately.  And thusly, more time with my camera, amateur as it is.  There is a lot of beauty out there waiting to be captured, and I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/115301821459856978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=115301821459856978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115301821459856978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/115301821459856978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/07/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-114834614714576644</id><published>2006-05-22T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:56:19.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>completed</title><summary type='text'>More than a year after starting it, I finished knitting this sweater around six weeks ago.  But too much has been going on lately, and I'm just now getting around to photographing it, let alone think about wearing it.Nevermind that it's now 90 degrees out, and not exactly cashmere wearing weather.  Nevermind that the ribbon makes me feel like I'm wearing giftwrap, which isn't quite the intended </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/114834614714576644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=114834614714576644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/114834614714576644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/114834614714576644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/05/completed.html' title='completed'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-113997845189306093</id><published>2006-02-14T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:41:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>identity</title><summary type='text'>Okay, according to peekay I really have to post now, or suffer the consequences.  :)  I'll spare you the usual drivel:  It's been a long time, I've meant to post, I haven't, oh well.So, first post back, big shoes to fill...Let's start with an easy one...So I'm sitting in one of my business school classes, and we're analyzing Microsoft from a company strategy point of view.  We're in groups of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/113997845189306093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=113997845189306093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/113997845189306093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/113997845189306093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2006/02/identity.html' title='identity'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-113073622725455631</id><published>2005-10-31T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:23:47.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tradition</title><summary type='text'>Well, turns out I missed my bloggiversary.  Oops!Instead, as a followup to last year, I present the results of my second lifetime pumpkin carving attempt.Happy Halloween!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/113073622725455631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=113073622725455631' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/113073622725455631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/113073622725455631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/10/tradition.html' title='tradition'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112932756770635375</id><published>2005-10-14T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:00:35.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>disgusted</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone out there still watch the Apprentice?  This season's cast includes a young ambitious Indian woman.  At the start of the season, I was intrigued.  In four seasons, this was the first Indian person included on the show, and I was curious to see what she would make of herself.  Fair or not, I felt she was representing Indian women all over America, since Indian women are still scarce in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112932756770635375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112932756770635375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112932756770635375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112932756770635375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/10/disgusted_14.html' title='disgusted'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112827847769411759</id><published>2005-10-02T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:07:25.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>insanity</title><summary type='text'>There's impulse purchases, and then there's IMPULSE purchases.  I just bought a beautiful cello.I have no idea how to play a cello.Yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112827847769411759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112827847769411759' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112827847769411759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112827847769411759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/10/insanity.html' title='insanity'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112675982625998695</id><published>2005-09-15T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:50:26.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aural</title><summary type='text'>The sounds I hear in my new abode are certainly strange.  As I type, I can hear my neighbor trying to find his favorite spot in his pre-recorded show.  How do I know this?  I can hear the telltale signs of Tivo.  dooDOO dooDOO... DOOdoo.  Late at night, when I'm up desparately trying to read what feels like every last word known to man, I hear the crickets.  I lived in a high rise for the last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112675982625998695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112675982625998695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112675982625998695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112675982625998695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/09/aural.html' title='aural'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112545975605064824</id><published>2005-08-30T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:42:36.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cumpleaños</title><summary type='text'>My car insurance is supposedly lower now.That's what I'm supposed to get excited about, right?  Twas my 25th birthday today, and keeping it low key was really what it was all about.  A full exhausting day at school, followed by dinner and drinks with old friends.  I'm lying in bed right now feeling very content.  Bring on the next 25.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112545975605064824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112545975605064824' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112545975605064824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112545975605064824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/08/cumpleaos.html' title='cumpleaños'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112477059252487699</id><published>2005-08-21T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:08:37.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>interim</title><summary type='text'>What I did on my summer vacationby sangeetAs of the last post, I had just quit my job.  For a few glorious days I just reveled in the freedom.  No need to go to bed, no need to wake up in the morning, no need to do much of... anything.  That freedom quickly turned into panic as I realized I needed to actually pack for my upcoming move, yet somehow I managed to spend time hanging out with friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112477059252487699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112477059252487699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112477059252487699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112477059252487699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/08/interim.html' title='interim'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112287072641698880</id><published>2005-07-31T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:34:04.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flotsam</title><summary type='text'>Another month is over, and I'm looking at my post count this month with embarrassment.In July --Monday morning.  I get on the elevator at G3.  Random Guy gets on at L.RG:  "You must have gotten on from the garage!!"me:  "mmhmm"RG:  "Cause this is the lowest regular level and I just got on and you were already here."me:  "yup"Stop the hunt, I found the real Captain Obvious.At work, we spotted our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112287072641698880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112287072641698880' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112287072641698880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112287072641698880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/07/flotsam.html' title='flotsam'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112113637284230052</id><published>2005-07-11T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T00:41:24.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>division</title><summary type='text'>I want to read.Summertime was an exciting time for me growing up.  Pizza Hut, had a program called Book It that encouraged kiddies to read by offering free personal pan pizzas as incentives.  Now, I love me some Pizza Hut pan pizza, but even more motivating than the pie was the satisfaction I got from filling up their logs of reading faster than my librarian could hand out the slip.  I was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112113637284230052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112113637284230052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112113637284230052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112113637284230052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/07/division.html' title='division'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-112019514808516252</id><published>2005-07-01T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:19:00.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>stark</title><summary type='text'>Pulling up to the stop light, I noticed him right away.  The gaunt, bent-over frame holding a cardboard sign was hard to miss, especially at the corner of a busy intersection not known for its foot traffic.  "Unemployed carpenter.  Tired and hungry, " his sign read.  From two lanes away, I watched as he poured water from a fast food cup onto his dirty rag and tried to wash away the stickiness of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/112019514808516252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=112019514808516252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112019514808516252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/112019514808516252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/07/stark.html' title='stark'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111930870879973001</id><published>2005-06-20T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:38:53.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>emptiness</title><summary type='text'>Wow.  I came home today to find my apartment cleaned out.Don't panic, I wasn't robbed or anything.  My roomate got married on Saturday night (yay!  Congratulations!), and today was the last day of our lease together.  She's been moving stuff out for a while now, but today it's different.  Today, she left the keys.It's just me again.  It's weird that this is hitting me today as much as it is.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111930870879973001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111930870879973001' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111930870879973001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111930870879973001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/06/emptiness.html' title='emptiness'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111784522078764516</id><published>2005-06-03T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:33:40.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mispeeled</title><summary type='text'>costumers I saw this posted in the window of our local Baja Fresh today.  Apparently too many people are showing up in their Clark Kent attire demanding to use the facilities.  I would go dressed as a clown complete with the big shoes and the red nose if I thought anyone at the store would laugh.  Ok, actually I'm just looking for any excuse to wear the nose.  Come on, you know I'd look cute.  ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111784522078764516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111784522078764516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111784522078764516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111784522078764516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/06/mispeeled.html' title='mispeeled'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111586762433114999</id><published>2005-05-11T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:14:05.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weak</title><summary type='text'>So, I came home tonight and decided I was going to be lazy (ok, this is just my normal state) and warm up a frozen pizza for dinner.  Sounds simple, right?  Apparently microwave pizzas have become a lot more complicated since the last time I checked.  I'm quoting excerpts directly from the box here:Pull tear strip along edge of carton and peel back top of carton along perforations.  Do NOT tear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111586762433114999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111586762433114999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111586762433114999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111586762433114999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/05/weak.html' title='weak'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111532760815528607</id><published>2005-05-05T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:11:00.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorkitude'/><title type='text'>minutiae</title><summary type='text'>Today is Cinco de Mayo.  But even more importantly, it is currently 5:05pm on 05/05/05.        Even better would have been if I had posted this at 0505 hrs, but I'm not one to waste precious sleeping time.  Oh how easily I am amused.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111532760815528607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111532760815528607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111532760815528607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111532760815528607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/05/minutiae.html' title='minutiae'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111457633956212923</id><published>2005-04-27T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:19:36.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>simple</title><summary type='text'>Deftly maneuvering my small dinged up car into a tight parking space, I pause to briefly savor the last grain of salt on my meal of french fries before reaching to turn off the ignition.  My ears take a moment to adjust to the absence of the blaring radio.  A faint melody teases me with its unrecognizability.  My eyes dart back to the lights of the dash.  No, that's off.  The cell phone?  Wrong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111457633956212923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111457633956212923' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111457633956212923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111457633956212923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/04/simple.html' title='simple'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111397738116947803</id><published>2005-04-20T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T02:10:14.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sappiness</title><summary type='text'>In every blogger's time, a little rain must fall.  Oh wait, no song lyrics.  Let me try again.In every blogger's time, the glorious day will come when she discovers her readers care.  Or at least are bored with everything else and think you might have something interesting to say.  It may come sooner for some, but most must toil for many weeks/months/years before the blessed event occurs.  Today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111397738116947803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111397738116947803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111397738116947803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111397738116947803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/04/sappiness.html' title='sappiness'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111284701825512194</id><published>2005-04-07T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:57:47.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>flora</title><summary type='text'>I haven't felt the urge to write lately.  I say this knowing full well you've all been waiting with bated breath for the next entry.  ;)  Instead, I thought I'd share some pictures I took recently at the Botanical Gardens.  The vivid colors were too breathtaking to pass up and I snapped over 100 shots.  Don't worry, I only uploaded a select few.  Enjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111284701825512194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111284701825512194' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111284701825512194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111284701825512194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/04/flora.html' title='flora'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111207119805391963</id><published>2005-03-28T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:46:01.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>opiate</title><summary type='text'>Karl Marx is supposed to have stated, "Religion is the opiate of the masses."  While I wholeheartedly agree, I am constantly amazed that so many people around the globe have managed to all find their own flavors of opium, so to speak.This weekend was a veritable smorgasboard of religious holidays.  Between Purim, Easter, and Holi, not many folks were spared.  It seems rather coincidental that the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111207119805391963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111207119805391963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111207119805391963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111207119805391963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/03/opiate.html' title='opiate'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111172983641821031</id><published>2005-03-25T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:12:49.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>handiwork</title><summary type='text'>And now I thought I'd do a 180 from the last post.  Let's see how feminine I can be!  I knit this for a friend's birthday, and since I finally gave it to her, I can post it to show it off.  Let the sterotypes begin :)     airy scarf      closeup  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111172983641821031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111172983641821031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111172983641821031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111172983641821031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/03/handiwork.html' title='handiwork'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111155359869422623</id><published>2005-03-22T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:54:43.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>testosteroni</title><summary type='text'>The real San Francisco treat.ahem, now that we've gotten that out of the way.So apparently, I'm a guy.  Err, let me back up.I picked up my mail today, and as is often the case, there was a new magazine waiting for my perusal.  I seem to have gotten on some weird mailing list where they decided I need to be enlightened with new subscriptions from time to time, none of which I've paid for.  Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111155359869422623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111155359869422623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111155359869422623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111155359869422623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/03/testosteroni.html' title='testosteroni'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111112893321560031</id><published>2005-03-18T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T02:21:32.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism'/><title type='text'>plunge</title><summary type='text'>"Sellout.""I knew you'd cave.""It's about time.""You've gone over to the dark side.""Just now?  You??"These were warm words I heard after I shared my news.  Such encouraging friends I have.  But it was true, I'd been holding out for what seemed like months, employing my delayed gratification attitude to this just like anything else.  My reasoning was simple, if I really wanted it, I would still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111112893321560031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111112893321560031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111112893321560031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111112893321560031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/03/plunge.html' title='plunge'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-111055522576831132</id><published>2005-03-11T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:29:45.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eyeroll</title><summary type='text'>Slashdot | Women Leaving I.T.What a pathetic piece of journalism.  And yes, I'm referring not only to the original article but to the buffoon that thought it was worth posting on slashdot.  Memo to all aspiring journalists out there:  If you really don't have enough numbers and statistics to write a story, Don't Write It!  Perhaps you should get off your lazy arse and do some real investigative </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/111055522576831132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=111055522576831132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111055522576831132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/111055522576831132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/03/eyeroll.html' title='eyeroll'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110965355880356099</id><published>2005-02-28T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:10:05.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorkitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>genius</title><summary type='text'>I've come up with a brilliant invention.  I know, I know, I should be modest, but I can't help it, this is, as the Brits would say, brilliant.So, you know how when you're driving in the rain you have to have your windshield wipers on, but it's not raining hard enough to even warrant the lowest setting?  So you can either leave them on low and deal with the squeak the blades will make because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110965355880356099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110965355880356099' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110965355880356099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110965355880356099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/02/genius.html' title='genius'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110931241192567496</id><published>2005-02-25T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T09:44:15.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>missive</title><summary type='text'>Dear Quizno's Baby Bob,First off, I must send my heartiest congratulations to the pushy stage mother you must have.  I can certainly see how she must have jumped at the opportunity to profit from your questionably adorable looks by way of scary digital manipulation.  Undoubtably, she carefully weighed the possibility of scarring you for life (or at least those of us subjected to watching you talk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110931241192567496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110931241192567496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110931241192567496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110931241192567496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/02/missive.html' title='missive'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110870025784140681</id><published>2005-02-17T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:11:35.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>countdown</title><summary type='text'>     countdown  The Count would be proud, don't you think?  Don't worry, I don't intend to turn this into a photoblog, I know what few of you there are that read this will turn away.  But I can't resist sharing my favorite shot of tonight's play time with my camera's settings.  Thanks to Adam for introducing me to the macro button, better known to my mind as 'the weird tulip button.'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110870025784140681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110870025784140681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110870025784140681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110870025784140681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/02/countdown.html' title='countdown'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110827545510580378</id><published>2005-02-13T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:16:28.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>retake</title><summary type='text'>     glasses part II  I've been getting a little trigger happy these days with the camera.  These glasses from last night comprise part deux of my stemware series.  ;)Again, the flash causes a small reflection, but it's less noticeable this time.  As before, my favorite part is the mirrored image on the smooth table.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110827545510580378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110827545510580378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110827545510580378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110827545510580378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/02/retake.html' title='retake'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110783961371754327</id><published>2005-02-08T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:30:42.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>suspicious</title><summary type='text'>     gloves  I saw these outside my neighbor's door tonight.  Clearly they......were part of a leprechaun costume....belong to the incredible hulk; he was shedding....creeped the hell out of me.  Why would you leave latex gloves (green, no less) in front of your door in the common hallway?  It should probably disturb me that my first question wasn't "what were they being used for?" yeah, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110783961371754327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110783961371754327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110783961371754327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110783961371754327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/02/suspicious.html' title='suspicious'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110723963939771284</id><published>2005-02-01T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T01:36:52.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>judgy von-holier-than-thou</title><summary type='text'>What's the deal with the phrase "reserve judgement?"  As soon as I read it, I immediately start judging.  I can't help it.  It's like when your friend tells you not to look at the hot guy at the next table.  What do you do?  Of course, whip around as fast as you can to check him out.  Anyhow, if someone tells me to reserve judgement, it usually means that I'm already pre-disposed to judge the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110723963939771284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110723963939771284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110723963939771284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110723963939771284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/02/judgy-von-holier-than-thou.html' title='judgy von-holier-than-thou'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110662891624859147</id><published>2005-01-24T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:13:45.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>consistency</title><summary type='text'>yes, surprise surprise, "I don't like the consistency."  Or in this case, the lack thereof.  Musical rant to follow, might as well tune out now if you're tone deaf.  ;)ok, I admire a good marketing campaign.  It may not get me to buy your product, but at least I can appreciate the work that goes into it."ba da ba ba ba.... I'm lovin it"It's become McD's new anthem.  Which is perfectly fine; it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110662891624859147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110662891624859147' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110662891624859147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110662891624859147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/consistency.html' title='consistency'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110629083874563171</id><published>2005-01-21T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T02:02:47.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inauguration</title><summary type='text'>So good ol Dubya was sworn in again today (technically yesterday, but whatever, the day doesn't end till I go to bed dammit!).  The festivities started the night before.  Stuck at work late because the traffic refused to move due to the inch of snow* on the ground, a few coworkers and I watched unexpected fireworks from the office window.  Apparently the inauguration was cause to bring out four</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110629083874563171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110629083874563171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110629083874563171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110629083874563171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/inauguration.html' title='inauguration'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110611280273409133</id><published>2005-01-19T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T00:57:58.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><summary type='text'>After an IM conversation with an old high school buddy tonight, I got to reminiscing about the various people that have been in my life.  In high school, I lived in a bubble world where I saw everyone I was friends with every day, and everyone lived no more than 15 minutes away from anyone else.  Hence, the thought that we would ever drift apart just never occurred to me.Moving to college, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110611280273409133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110611280273409133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110611280273409133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110611280273409133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110584020890487939</id><published>2005-01-15T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:12:35.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>amateur</title><summary type='text'>     looks like a sunrise  So, I'm no Ansel Adams, but I took this last night and thought it turned out nice.  I tried fiddling with the filters, b/w, sepia, etc, but I decided full color is the most eye-catching.  Alright enough procrastination for tonight...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110584020890487939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110584020890487939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110584020890487939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110584020890487939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/amateur.html' title='amateur'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110498462989719163</id><published>2005-01-05T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:25:56.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>edjumacation</title><summary type='text'>Lessons learned at la casa de sangeet tonight:burnt rice smells like coffeea shattered plate while being swept up sounds suspiciously like a symphony in the key of Ehot tea meant to soothe your thoat really does taste a lot better with sugar rather than saltSo, you know, another normal night at my place.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110498462989719163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110498462989719163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110498462989719163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110498462989719163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/edjumacation.html' title='edjumacation'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110463215513845200</id><published>2005-01-01T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:26:34.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>2005</title><summary type='text'>The screen in my building's elevator, which delivers ads to an until now untargeted, yet captive audience (god forbid I spend a full minute of my day not staring at some type of monitor), informed me of the following on my ride this afternoon:In Scotland, it is believed to be good luck if a tall, dark, and handsome man enters your home on the first day of the new year.I'm so glad I was made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110463215513845200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110463215513845200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110463215513845200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110463215513845200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005.html' title='2005'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110429794812013125</id><published>2004-12-29T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T09:44:33.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>crisis</title><summary type='text'>Nature decided to give Southeast Asia it's own twisted Christmas present this year.  The tsunami has caused the deaths of tens of thousands, and the rescue workers are still working.  I cannot commend the blogger community enough for taking a front seat in helping with relief efforts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110429794812013125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110429794812013125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110429794812013125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110429794812013125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/12/crisis.html' title='crisis'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110386256641153897</id><published>2004-12-23T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:29:26.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>molten</title><summary type='text'>ow ow ow ow ow.  Two words:  hot wax.  My "large, green, i-love-it-cause-it-smells-so-clean" candle spilled all over my hand.  It can't be a good thing that my left hand is much redder and puffier than the right, can it?  Ugh.  How do I manage to be such a klutz?  This was not the way I intended to start my vacation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110386256641153897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110386256641153897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110386256641153897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110386256641153897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/12/molten.html' title='molten'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110360553409061851</id><published>2004-12-20T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:05:34.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flattery</title><summary type='text'>Ever wish to be a fly on the wall so that you could hear what people really thought about you when you weren't in the room?  Amazingly enough, I just got to be that fly tonight albeit for a conversation held online and 4 years ago.  I stumbled across a newsgroup post that somehow turned to the topic of yours truly and was actually complimentary.  After the crappy day I've had today, this was like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110360553409061851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110360553409061851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110360553409061851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110360553409061851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/12/flattery.html' title='flattery'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110256591600745855</id><published>2004-12-08T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:52:05.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>cracked</title><summary type='text'>It's finally happened.  Old Navy's marketing department has finally broken my spirit.  I actually enjoyed the last commercial I saw.  It's a shame, I know.  For years I've been saying that those ad guys need to be buried alive for subjecting America to their brand of so-perky-I-could-punch-it sense of humor.  And yet, here I stand (or sit, as the case may be.  I'm terribly lazy) admitting my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110256591600745855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110256591600745855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110256591600745855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110256591600745855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/12/cracked.html' title='cracked'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-110162076670704075</id><published>2004-11-28T01:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T00:56:47.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>revulsion</title><summary type='text'>I finally got around to watching Supersize Me tonight.  Wow, it was every bit as disgusting as everyone had hyped it to be.  There were definitely some gratuitous shots that served no other purpose than to gross out the viewer.  For example, the scene of Morgan regurgitating on Day 3.  We all saw him lean out the window, they put in the appropriate sounds, there was no need for the camera to then</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/110162076670704075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=110162076670704075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110162076670704075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/110162076670704075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/11/revulsion_28.html' title='revulsion'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109997978919960877</id><published>2004-11-09T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T00:56:29.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>increíble</title><summary type='text'>Lots of incredible things going on lately.  First off, the movie!  I anxiously awaited this movie, and Pixar delivered.  True, it wasn't as comedic as I had expected, but that was simply because the movie was more of an action-packed, comic book escapade.  And it worked.  :)  Don't get me wrong, there were lots of hilarious moments.  My favorite character might even be "E", the costume woman, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109997978919960877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109997978919960877' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109997978919960877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109997978919960877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/11/increble.html' title='increíble'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109936897231390133</id><published>2004-11-01T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:16:12.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>election</title><summary type='text'>Well, we're finally here, the eve of the election.  In a few hours, I'll have cast my vote, and though I believe in the power of 1, I'm still of the "my one vote won't make a difference" camp.  But in case it does, I'll be hauling myself out of bed bright and early. In some states, though not here, they have early voting.  Personally, I don't understand this.  In the years past, there's always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109936897231390133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109936897231390133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109936897231390133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109936897231390133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/11/election.html' title='election'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109885071829693574</id><published>2004-10-26T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:06:54.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>crooners</title><summary type='text'>so, I tuned in to the 3rd game of the world series tonight just in time to catch Amy Grant sing God Bless America.  With a shaky voice, she started out like a middle schooler carefully singing her first solo.  I kept waiting for it to be special.  And then, it was over.  No glory note, no melisma, not even the extra part at the beginning that most of us don't know.  Just your average, vanilla, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109885071829693574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109885071829693574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109885071829693574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109885071829693574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/crooners.html' title='crooners'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109868370094139378</id><published>2004-10-25T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:22:21.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>hallowe'en</title><summary type='text'>     my skills with a knife  Last night I carved my first pumpkin.  Pumpkin guts aside, it was quite the experience.  Check out my handiwork in the picture.  I'd make you guess, but since there's really no way to know, its the one on the bottom row, sandwiched between the witch and the cat.  Not too bad, eh?Speaking of halloween, I finally went and picked up a costume today.  If you, like me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109868370094139378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109868370094139378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109868370094139378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109868370094139378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween.html' title='hallowe&apos;en'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109815394303407479</id><published>2004-10-18T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:49:02.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><summary type='text'>I have a cheesy guilty pleasure.  Quotes.  I admire the eloquence with which the authors of these gems are able to sum up a timeless phenomenon.  I've decided that from time to time I will subject you to a few that ring true to me."The purpose of life is a life of purpose."  --Robert Byrne"There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief."  -- Æschylus"What is now proved was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109815394303407479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109815394303407479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109815394303407479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109815394303407479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109787237097906971</id><published>2004-10-15T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:18:07.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>drool</title><summary type='text'>Found in an away message today:"on the bright side, today I seem to have as solid of a low A as you'll hear from a non-Barry Carl/Chanticleer/Tim Storm bass-dude :-!"mmm... just imagine that resonance...  Gives me chills.  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109787237097906971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109787237097906971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109787237097906971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109787237097906971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/drool.html' title='drool'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109773163737096987</id><published>2004-10-14T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:02:18.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>duty</title><summary type='text'>Well, I wrote in an earlier post that I hadn't been following the debates at all.  Since I had a free night tonight, I decided that I ought to actually pay closer attention to what each of the two men who hope to lead this country for the next four years have to say during their final debate.  Especially since I'd like to make an informed decision (okay, as much as possible).For some reason, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109773163737096987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109773163737096987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109773163737096987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109773163737096987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/duty.html' title='duty'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109753327007471372</id><published>2004-10-11T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:13:14.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>1492</title><summary type='text'>Long weekends are truly a beautiful thing. Columbus Day weekend is actually one of my favorites. It's not centered around any religious holiday, and therefore there's no pressure for people to make crazy travel arrangements to see family. It's soon after Labor Day, and right around the time people are thinking of what they'll do for Thanksgiving this year, so the weekend creeps on you. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109753327007471372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109753327007471372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109753327007471372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109753327007471372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/1492.html' title='1492'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109721139028846776</id><published>2004-10-08T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:56:30.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>civics</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I've kind of been living under a rock as far as the election.  Somehow, I've missed both debates thus far, and I have a strong suspicion that I'm not going to want to spend my Friday night watching tomorrow's debate either.  Oh well, its not like I expected the debates to really change my vote.   Is it just me or does Kerry really have a odd shaped head?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109721139028846776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109721139028846776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109721139028846776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109721139028846776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/civics.html' title='civics'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109708555147558132</id><published>2004-10-06T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:01:02.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reliability</title><summary type='text'>CNN.com - Crushing blow for bank customers - Oct 6, 2004I know this is in a different country and that perhaps there are stricter regulations that must be followed that would have prevented something like this from happening here, but just hearing this story makes me livid.  I know that my mother stores nearly everything important to her in her safe deposit box.  Birth certificates, passports, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109708555147558132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109708555147558132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109708555147558132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109708555147558132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/reliability.html' title='reliability'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109694992442275918</id><published>2004-10-05T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T00:27:41.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>scrumptious</title><summary type='text'>     mmm...  took this with my new camera this weekend.  hee!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109694992442275918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109694992442275918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109694992442275918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109694992442275918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/scrumptious.html' title='scrumptious'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109694727286443950</id><published>2004-10-04T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:48:36.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mirth</title><summary type='text'>After a nice mini-vacation, for once I am complaint-free.  So instead, I point you to a wonderful source of amusement.  I've wasted countless hours reading these recaps.  :)  Enjoy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109694727286443950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109694727286443950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109694727286443950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109694727286443950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/10/mirth.html' title='mirth'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109643418834080759</id><published>2004-09-29T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:03:39.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>mockery</title><summary type='text'>did anyone catch Last Comic Standing tonight?  what was up with that?!!  The theme of the night was a "roast" where they all made jokes that insulted Jay Mohr.  Except none of them were funny!  where's the talent in that, people?  One guy actually just LISTED the things he didn't like about Jay.  Not in a funny way, just a list that he read off an index card really really fast.  Um, yeah.  At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109643418834080759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109643418834080759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109643418834080759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109643418834080759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/mockery.html' title='mockery'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109634555753448616</id><published>2004-09-28T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:25:57.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shards</title><summary type='text'>I broke my favorite perfume bottle while cleaning my bathroom today.  Even more annoying than the fact that it broke was the fact that it broke after I was almost done cleaning.  Which meant I had to start over.  I never realized how oily perfume is!  I'm actually terrified that I didn't pick up all the pieces of glass... guess I'll know if I cut my feet tomorrow morning.hey, at least on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109634555753448616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109634555753448616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109634555753448616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109634555753448616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/shards.html' title='shards'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109599982386706748</id><published>2004-09-23T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T00:23:43.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>google</title><summary type='text'>did anyone get in on the ipo?  There was so much hoopla (what a great word) about it being available to the common man... I'm sure some people made a killing just doing a little swing trading within the first few days.  I would have tried, but I think it happened right around the time when everything in my life was in a fog.  Next thing I knew I was reading headlines about it being over.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109599982386706748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109599982386706748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109599982386706748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109599982386706748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/google.html' title='google'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109590672851637176</id><published>2004-09-22T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:32:08.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meta'/><title type='text'>appellation</title><summary type='text'>i spent a long time yesterday trying to decide what to name this entire blog.  it seemed to me that the entire "success" of the blog hinged on whether i had chosen a sufficiently catchy moniker.  i mean, this was my once chance to sum up my entire wit and intelligence and prove to my readers that they had stumbled upon something truly magnificient.  of course, blogger didn't tell me whether or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109590672851637176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109590672851637176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109590672851637176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109590672851637176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/appellation.html' title='appellation'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417853.post-109579388200110968</id><published>2004-09-21T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T17:52:41.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meta'/><title type='text'>commencement</title><summary type='text'>so, i'm jumping on this whole blogging bandwagon. even though my entire life i've been firmly against journal writing for fear that the wrong person would come across it. i've always been very hospital-corners with my life, no one can know all. that sounds kind of evil saying out loud. hmm...anyhow, i'm pissed that i didn't get sangeet.blogspot.com. i'm the original sangeet!! me!! me! hehe.. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/feeds/109579388200110968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8417853&amp;postID=109579388200110968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109579388200110968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8417853/posts/default/109579388200110968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealsangeet.blogspot.com/2004/09/commencement.html' title='commencement'/><author><name>sangeet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07738109359232909432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='34' height='8' src='http://photos2.flickr.com/2042717_4f472d0e3d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
