<?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-3666903</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:30:33.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the site formerly known as Gail On The Web</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This blog has since moved to: &lt;a href=http://gailatlarge.com/blog&gt;http://gailatlarge.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [December 15, 2005]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1097</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113461635685721199</id><published>2005-12-14T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:37:41.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Notice</title><summary type='text'>I'm closing this Blogspot and transitioning to my own domain. I'm going to close Haloscan, too.The new site is a work in progress: http://gailatlarge.com/blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113461635685721199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113461635685721199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/moving-notice.html' title='Moving Notice'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113453780226645270</id><published>2005-12-13T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:44.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Month Four</title><summary type='text'>I realised after reviewing my post on Month Three, I started counting from the 16th, when we met with the oncologist and David started treatment. The diagnosis was actually Friday, August 12, otherwise known to me as Black Friday.Month Four was another turning point in David's health; chronically low blood counts weren't a problem before. David had his first blood transfusion in the hospital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113453780226645270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113453780226645270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/month-four.html' title='Month Four'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113444586642985726</id><published>2005-12-12T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:44.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>handiwork</title><summary type='text'>    (Pentax K-1000) [photo by gail on the web] I've discovered it simply isn't possible to take care of David properly, get him to his appointments and therapies, look after the house and cat, communicate with everyone I'd like, take photos or write, make up cards and packages, and hold on to my sense of humour or sanity at the same time. Something had to slide down the priority ladder, and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113444586642985726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113444586642985726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/handiwork.html' title='handiwork'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113415581251154841</id><published>2005-12-09T14:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:40:54.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh's (Almost) Big Snow Adventure</title><summary type='text'>Definitely an indoor cat, Hugh makes two attempts at venturing out into the first big snowfall of December '05, then decides snow is overrated.Music: "It's a Marshmallow World" - Dean Martin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113415581251154841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113415581251154841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/hughs-almost-big-snow-adventure.html' title='Hugh&apos;s (Almost) Big Snow Adventure'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113410598299474528</id><published>2005-12-08T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:43.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airline Socks and Ridiculous Health Insurance Policies</title><summary type='text'>Who keeps airline socks? Anyone? I found some in a drawer this morning and they were PERFECT for putting over David's swollen ankles to go to clinic this morning. Who knew?It's been a long, tiring day. Both of us had a hard time getting through the prolonged time at the clinic, where the radiation machine needed maintenance and consequently delayed all the appointments. We were late getting over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113410598299474528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113410598299474528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/airline-socks-and-ridiculous-health.html' title='Airline Socks and Ridiculous Health Insurance Policies'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113404434038452398</id><published>2005-12-08T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:43.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tomfoolery</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  a German, a Canadian, a Dutchie, and an Englishwoman walk into a bar... [Photo by gail on the web]     December 1997 - Volendam, the Netherlands.It sounds like the beginning of a joke:"A German, a Canadian, a Dutchie, and an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113404434038452398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113404434038452398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-tomfoolery.html' title='Christmas Tomfoolery'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113403718163125987</id><published>2005-12-08T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:43.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un/Medicated Ratio Now Back to 1:1</title><summary type='text'>As you've probably guessed, the other major reason why I haven't updated this space for a while is medically-related. I write about myself, but I hesitate to write about David because I prefer if he writes about his own condition. The patient/caregiver perspectives differ, and I strive to keep a balance between us regarding the reporting of his health in the public domain. Then again, I'm always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113403718163125987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113403718163125987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/unmedicated-ratio-now-back-to-11.html' title='Un/Medicated Ratio Now Back to 1:1'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113402161143330293</id><published>2005-12-08T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:43.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a double-take.</title><summary type='text'>				I did a double-take. [photo by gail on the web]	It looked more like a system crash than a mileage reading!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113402161143330293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113402161143330293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-did-double-take.html' title='I did a double-take.'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113402033172568878</id><published>2005-12-08T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:42.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'I Wouldn't Belong to a Club That Would Have Me As a Member'</title><summary type='text'>Famous words by Groucho Marx.I did, in fact, join a photography club earlier this evening:Northeast Photography ClubThere was a mixup on the website, so I actually showed up an hour early along with two others, so we three had a good natter while waiting for the rest to arrive. The club formed in 1989, so it's a well-established organisation with a board, critiques, competitions, themes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113402033172568878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113402033172568878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wouldnt-belong-to-club-that-would.html' title='&apos;I Wouldn&apos;t Belong to a Club That Would Have Me As a Member&apos;'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113401377524173754</id><published>2005-12-07T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:41.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Pulling Overtime Here at Santa's Workshop</title><summary type='text'>    Reindeer twins [photo by Allan &amp; Cheryl] I've been absent around these parts for a number of reasons... ... but let's start with the good stuff, shall we? Yesterday the five Ms (Maribeth, Megan, Madeleine, Michael, and Melissa) received Christmas package 1 of 2. Which was a complete surprise since I only mailed it last FRIDAY. For a box, four days between Pennsylvania and BC is remarkable, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113401377524173754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113401377524173754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/weve-been-pulling-overtime-here-at.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Pulling Overtime Here at Santa&apos;s Workshop'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113367272663733028</id><published>2005-12-03T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:40.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fieldings Are Medicated</title><summary type='text'>I don't recall ever taking Nyquil before, but its sedative properties are legendary, I've been told. Thusly, I spent much of the day in an unconscious state. Deservedly so -- I can't cough or sneeze in my sleep, right? It was a pleasant reprieve. When I sleep, it's just like sleep mode on a computer: things happen in the background, functions requiring motor skills cease and desist. Sheer genetic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113367272663733028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113367272663733028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/fieldings-are-medicated.html' title='The Fieldings Are Medicated'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113354962184428905</id><published>2005-12-02T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:40.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Update: another blood transfusion</title><summary type='text'>Mixed news from the bloodwork:1) Platelets up2) White blood counts up3) Hemoglobin barely movedAfter the shot of the growth factor, Neupogen, an order was written up for another two units of blood at Mercy Hospital right away. We just had enough time to grab lunch (yes, Mercy Hospital's food is that bad), then run home and grab a book and David's hospital bracelet from Wednesday so they don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113354962184428905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113354962184428905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-update-another-blood.html' title='Friday Update: another blood transfusion'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113350401825628440</id><published>2005-12-02T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:40.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Thus Far</title><summary type='text'>I've been meaning to write up the rest of the story of my first trip to the vet with Hugh, but I've been feeling under the weather the last couple of days with cold symptoms. I've been trying to head them off at the pass because the last thing I want to do is to infect David. A bad cold would likely send him to the hospital.So far it started with a sore throat, now cold symptoms like sneezing and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113350401825628440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113350401825628440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/week-thus-far.html' title='The Week Thus Far'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113350042890211523</id><published>2005-12-01T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:40.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Are NOT Going to Dress Hugh</title><summary type='text'>    [photo by rustyrabbit] I mentioned a yarmulke, possibly, but not this.This is Rustyrabbit's cat, Buddy, putting on his "cheese" face. The kitty's giving Hugh a run for his money in the photogenic department. See here and here to see what I mean. He's a real... er, poser.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113350042890211523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113350042890211523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-we-are-not-going-to-dress-hugh.html' title='How We Are NOT Going to Dress Hugh'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113338299600171657</id><published>2005-11-30T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:39.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You brought me to the vet. I hate you.</title><summary type='text'>Since David is busy having a blood transfusion, I committed the ultimate act of bravery: taking Hugh to the vet for his shots. Believe you me, I wasn't looking forward to it, especially after all the stories I heard about previous trips to the vet. But I suspected he was having some other problems, so it had to be done.To make a long story short, we survived. More on this later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113338299600171657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113338299600171657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-brought-me-to-vet-i-hate-you.html' title='You brought me to the vet. I hate you.'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113329620235434635</id><published>2005-11-29T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:39.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemo Today</title><summary type='text'>    Chemo Today [photo by gail on the web] ADDITION: Tuesday, 11pmDave's Logbook: Name, Rank and Medical Report</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113329620235434635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113329620235434635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/chemo-today.html' title='Chemo Today'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113328075146811903</id><published>2005-11-29T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:39.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to the Lowly Hydrant</title><summary type='text'>    in front of Rockefeller Center [photo by gail on the web] Hey! My photo of this hydrant in front of the Rockefeller Center was featured in Utata!Utata: in front of Rockefeller CenterFunny, that. I shot this hydrant specifically for the Flickr group called The Birdsill Holly Society, and it ends up here.'The Birdsill Holly Society' is one of my favourite Flickr photo pools; I actively seek out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113328075146811903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113328075146811903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/ode-to-lowly-hydrant.html' title='An Ode to the Lowly Hydrant'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113327868922605634</id><published>2005-11-29T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:39.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers For Recycling</title><summary type='text'>Hip!Hip!Hooray!The other night I successfully completed my first attempt at creating a photo book, and I used recycled materials:   cardboard from Amazon.com shipments   ribbon from gifts received   an old tablecloth dug out of David's junk storage containers  It's amazing how much stuff can be recycled rather than buying things new. At the same time, I can't believe the things that people throw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113327868922605634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113327868922605634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-cheers-for-recycling.html' title='Three Cheers For Recycling'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113323882053332805</id><published>2005-11-28T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:38.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Nothing Says 'Thanksgiving' Like Inflatable Advertising</title><summary type='text'>    [photo by gail on the web] We stayed in the perfect location to see the parade, less than two blocks away. We didn't even have to check out first -- we had enough time to see the parade, have brunch, return to the hotel, then check out. It's a good thing, too, the subways along Broadway looked pretty crowded.We got showered, dressed, headed down the street and lo and behold -- there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113323882053332805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113323882053332805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/because-nothing-says-thanksgiving-like.html' title='Because Nothing Says &apos;Thanksgiving&apos; Like Inflatable Advertising'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113306606482148120</id><published>2005-11-27T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:37.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Recap: Hudson Hotel</title><summary type='text'>    glow of the city    wash     from the bathroom My cousin who lives in upstate New York is moving to California in a few weeks, so we decided to spend Thanksgiving together in New York City before she left the East Coast and David would have dinner with his mother.David's health during the week made me reassess the feasibility of this trip, but after monitoring the situation on Tuesday night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113306606482148120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113306606482148120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/nyc-recap-hudson-hotel.html' title='NYC Recap: Hudson Hotel'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113309907306411047</id><published>2005-11-27T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:38.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Record, I'm a Bit of a Grammar Nazi</title><summary type='text'>OK, I confess: this is one of my grammar pet peeves, perhaps the biggest one of all -- the usage of 'and I' versus 'and me'.It drives me bananas when people take the 'and I' combination too far. For example:My boss gave him and I tickets to the show.No! Take out 'him' and see what you get? My boss gave I tickets to the show.If you don't believe me, how about AskOxford.com? Here's what they say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113309907306411047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113309907306411047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-record-im-bit-of-grammar-nazi.html' title='For the Record, I&apos;m a Bit of a Grammar Nazi'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113303687199942332</id><published>2005-11-26T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:35.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canal Street Chooks and Their Fellow Fowl</title><summary type='text'>    Canal Street chooks [photo by gail on the web]     chicken dance [photo by gail on the web] Continuing along what appears to be a bird theme, it seems I have a thing for taking photos of chickens trussed up and hung in windows.I took the photo at left along the south side of Canal Street near Broadway the other day with the Pentax. On a lark, I clicked on the 'chicken' tag and brought up the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113303687199942332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113303687199942332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/canal-street-chooks-and-their-fellow.html' title='Canal Street Chooks and Their Fellow Fowl'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113301179063073467</id><published>2005-11-26T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:35.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Packbawkies</title><summary type='text'>    indecisive gull [photo by gail on the web] Pentax K-1000I took this from South Street Seaport, New York City, on Thursday -- Brooklyn Bridge is in the background.In the previous post I asked for a caption for the open-mouthed gull, and Socar's poem "The Packbawky Anthem" was the first on the list (click on the photo to see the rest of the suggestions/comments -- they're all pretty good!). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113301179063073467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113301179063073467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-packbawkies.html' title='More Packbawkies'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113289280374408155</id><published>2005-11-24T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:35.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{caption me}</title><summary type='text'>    {need a caption} [photo by gail on the web] Any suggestions for this squawker in front of the Brooklyn Bridge? (If you're in Flickr, click on the pic and add it there.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113289280374408155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113289280374408155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/caption-me.html' title='{caption me}'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113286208071107625</id><published>2005-11-24T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:34.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade</title><summary type='text'>				Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade [photo by gail on the web]	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113286208071107625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113286208071107625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/macys-thanksgiving-day-parade.html' title='Macy&apos;s Thanksgiving Day Parade'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113279383614520113</id><published>2005-11-23T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:34.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln Tunnel Mayhem</title><summary type='text'>    [photo by gail on the web] Holiday traffic into New York City.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113279383614520113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113279383614520113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/lincoln-tunnel-mayhem.html' title='Lincoln Tunnel Mayhem'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113273346316314314</id><published>2005-11-22T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:34.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blood Transfusion</title><summary type='text'>Things haven't been going so well lately, but it's never easy to write about it. How do you describe your life when you barely recognise it yourself?David's been having major gastro-intestinal problems, and today we found out why: low blood counts. Last Wednesday the radiologist ordered some blood tests, and his platelets were reported to be too low to irradiate him that day, also Thursday and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113273346316314314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113273346316314314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-blood-transfusion.html' title='Another Blood Transfusion'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113272308959860772</id><published>2005-11-22T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:32.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Rachael Ashe</title><summary type='text'>   Winged[photo by goddess_spiral]    Rekindled[photo by goddess_spiral] My friend Rachael (aka goddess_spiral) is a Vancouver-area photographer and digital artist who has recently decided to make a career move back into the field of arts from the relative financial security of working with a property management company. Anyone trying to make a living in the arts will know how daunting a prospect</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113272308959860772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113272308959860772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/introducing-rachael-ashe.html' title='Introducing Rachael Ashe'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113261391827011151</id><published>2005-11-21T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:32.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houseblingers</title><summary type='text'>    [photo by gail on the web] Thank you Boing Boing! Until now, I had no clue what to call these people. You know, the ones who decorate their houses to the point where you can't see the house anymore? HOUSEBLINGERS.This house is too new to be in our neighbourhood, yes. I took this shot in Allentown (further south near Philadelphia) last December. At night it could be seen from space.I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113261391827011151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113261391827011151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/houseblingers.html' title='Houseblingers'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113258572700991745</id><published>2005-11-21T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:32.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sting on YouTube.com</title><summary type='text'> I finally found a home for my video of Sting performing "Roxanne". The video is a bit jumpy at first (what can I say? security evasion), but levels out in the second half.May 4, 2005Wachovia Arena, Wilkes-Barre, PA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113258572700991745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113258572700991745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/sting-on-youtubecom.html' title='Sting on YouTube.com'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113256624520125647</id><published>2005-11-21T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:32.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Chicago</title><summary type='text'> So I was mucking around in my photo archives searching for Chicago pics, and had a tough time trying to find some decent prints to scan.Lots of problems: poor composition, crappy exposure, grainier than a Saskatchewan silo. That's what happens when you use a point-and-shoot -- no control over anything. Seems like a big waste of money developing the film, come to think of it. I didn't own a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113256624520125647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113256624520125647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-chicago_21.html' title='Some Chicago'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113254181181931698</id><published>2005-11-20T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:31.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisconsin Canopy</title><summary type='text'>    Wisconsin Canopy [photo by Todd Klassy] It's shots like this that make me hanker for a fisheye lens. (And a Canon 20D.) Click on the pic for a better view of its wonderful detail.Todd Klassy has superb angled photographs, and his Architecture and Design set beckons me back to a city like Chicago. I love the architecture in Chicago; it's my favourite non-coastal U.S. city. I wonder if I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113254181181931698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113254181181931698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/wisconsin-canopy.html' title='Wisconsin Canopy'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113247399641853360</id><published>2005-11-19T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:31.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines</title><summary type='text'>Dave's Logbook: Up There AgainDeparting Cherry Ridge (N30), touch-and-go at Avoca (AVP), landing at Wyoming Valley (WBW) -- footage in separate video -- then back to Cherry Ridge.Music: "Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines" - Ron Goodwin (20th Century Fox single #587)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113247399641853360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113247399641853360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/those-magnificent-men-in-their-flying.html' title='Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113245721439253501</id><published>2005-11-19T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:30.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flanked by Catholics</title><summary type='text'>    our neighbourhood [photo by gail on the web]     Our house [photo by AviatorDave] We flew over our neighbourhood today, and I took some photos of our house with David's camera, which has a 10x zoom and image stabiliser. If you click on the left photo, you'll see notes of which house is ours -- it's on the right side, just to the left of the church parking lot. The photo on the right is zoomed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113245721439253501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113245721439253501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/flanked-by-catholics.html' title='Flanked by Catholics'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113237363678583180</id><published>2005-11-18T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:30.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Date Night Movie Blitz</title><summary type='text'>10:30pmThe Friday Date Night Movie Blitz isn't quite going as planned. David jokes that Friday night is our "date night", but I thought since two more Netflix movies arrived this afternoon that it's high time for a Luc Besson blitz.We've seen one film so far, "The Big Blue"/"Le Grand Bleu" (1988) (Director's Cut), and Rosanna Arquette mostly ruined it for me. She's awful, with the charisma of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113237363678583180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113237363678583180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/friday-date-night-movie-blitz.html' title='Friday Date Night Movie Blitz'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113237056857517089</id><published>2005-11-18T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:30.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Josef Glacier, New Zealand</title><summary type='text'>    [photo by gail on the web] From the archives: January 1993I'd hitchhiked from Auckland all the way down to Dunedin (near the bottom of the South Island), so to make things easier for myself I arranged lifts with drivers from Queenstown (on the west coast) most of the way back up to Auckland. I left Queenstown with a couple I'd met at the backpackers hostel and got as far as the glaciers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113237056857517089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113237056857517089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/franz-josef-glacier-new-zealand.html' title='Franz Josef Glacier, New Zealand'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113229048244745822</id><published>2005-11-17T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:29.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Room Tidbits</title><summary type='text'>Since David has radiation on a daily basis, the waiting room is part of my routine. Sometimes I read, sometimes I watch the "news" (I use that term loosely), sometimes I people-watch out of the corner of my eye.I've started to rank the various facility waiting rooms by three criteria:   magazine selection   television programs   refreshments It wouldn't really be fair to include people, would it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113229048244745822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113229048244745822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/waiting-room-tidbits.html' title='Waiting Room Tidbits'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113220070779742539</id><published>2005-11-16T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:29.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Month Three</title><summary type='text'>It's November 16, exactly three months from the day we first met with an oncologist and David started treatment. He was diagnosed with lung cancer on August 12.Months One and Two were hellish, but the second half of Month Three (November thus far) has been mostly bearable. The current weekly chemotherapy hasn't been as harsh as the drug combination given at the end of September, which wracked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113220070779742539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113220070779742539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/month-three.html' title='Month Three'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113211443245303747</id><published>2005-11-15T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:29.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nay Aug Park - Saturday</title><summary type='text'> Some shots of the magnificent red tree in Nay Aug Park. There's still plenty of colour around here, and I took advantage of favourable conditions last Saturday to drive out to the park and wander around with my camera. I came upon some walking trails which I'll explore further when I've got my winter boots on, and I also found a community greenhouse that appears to have been abandoned for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113211443245303747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113211443245303747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/nay-aug-park-saturday.html' title='Nay Aug Park - Saturday'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113203109623502349</id><published>2005-11-14T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:29.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review: Medical Stuff and a Nasty Bout of Food Poisoning</title><summary type='text'>We had a pretty low-key weekend compared to the previous weekend when we flew in the Tri-Pacer.Thanks to food poisoning, we stayed indoors most of the time, except for my solo excursion to Nay Aug Park on Saturday afternoon, and David managed an outing for a few hours yesterday.Medically-speaking, last week was actually a continuation of the improvement trend. David is currently in a 14-day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113203109623502349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113203109623502349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/week-in-review-medical-stuff-and-nasty.html' title='Week in Review: Medical Stuff and a Nasty Bout of Food Poisoning'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113202802968327595</id><published>2005-11-14T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:28.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Red Scarf</title><summary type='text'> Last Thursday in Wilkes-Barre, I found one of those versatile stretchy scarves that can be worn a dozen different ways -- as a wrap, scarf, hybrid wrap/scarf, etc. So I took some self-portraits with it because it had been many moons since I took the last one. Not bad for bathroom lighting and handheld (no tripod).I also needed a new icon in Flickr. David didn't like the somewhat stylised version</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113202802968327595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113202802968327595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-new-red-scarf.html' title='My New Red Scarf'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113193855404132886</id><published>2005-11-13T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:28.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rat</title><summary type='text'>    The Rat (Chinese zodiac) [photo by gail on the web] A sleek rat charm given to us by our dear friend Socar.The Rat is the first Sign of the Chinese Zodiac, and it is a Yang Sign commonly associated with the Water Element. Recent Rat years have been 1948, 1960, 1972, 1984 and 1996. The typical Rat personality traits include charm, intelligence, passion, elegance, opportunism, sentimentality, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113193855404132886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113193855404132886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/rat.html' title='The Rat'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113185427725428182</id><published>2005-11-12T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:27.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NASCAR grape tomatoes?</title><summary type='text'>    [photo by gail on the web] Cross-marketing gone weird.I was about to make a salad, and did a double-take on the cellophane. NASCAR? Why would NASCAR put their branding on produce? Is there a product tie-in between vegetables and car racing? Did I buy into a subliminal message that the glamorous lifestyle of race car driving is just a tomato away?Here's what I found:Courier Post Online - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113185427725428182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113185427725428182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/nascar-grape-tomatoes.html' title='NASCAR grape tomatoes?'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113184768473989410</id><published>2005-11-12T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:27.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter</title><summary type='text'>     enter    [Photo by gail on the web] Taken March 25, 2005.In Manhattan, you miss out on a great deal if you don't look up. Of course, this is at the risk of colliding with something or someone, but so much beauty is far above eye level... especially when you're my height (5'3" or 160cm).When I was taking a photo of this door, an older gentleman offered me its historical background. (This was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113184768473989410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113184768473989410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/enter.html' title='Enter'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113177226852245830</id><published>2005-11-12T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:27.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to Earth</title><summary type='text'>    'Down to Earth' mosaic [photo by gail on the web] Mosaic created with fd's Flickr Toys. Individual photos can be found here.Last month when I was in town, I stopped for a chat with a landscaper who was planting some flowers in front of a bank. We talked about life and landscaping, and she was pleased I took photos of her handiwork (I mailed them to her later).In the course of our conversation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113177226852245830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113177226852245830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/down-to-earth.html' title='Down to Earth'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113177066660758706</id><published>2005-11-11T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:27.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Really Confuse Your Party Guests</title><summary type='text'>I was following a link on Muckdog's blog, and came across this rather wicked-looking set-up:http://www.livejournal.com/users/zestyping/97476.htmlQuite a lot of work for a party trick, but would make some nifty photos! (And utter chaos if you've had one too many.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113177066660758706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113177066660758706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-really-confuse-your-party.html' title='How to Really Confuse Your Party Guests'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113175728079881542</id><published>2005-11-11T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:26.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for Tea</title><summary type='text'>    two for tea [photo by gail on the web] Taken yesterday in Wilkes-Barre, while David was at work.I like the whimsy of the photo, that in all the crumbling brick and boarded-up windows, someone had the sense of humour to paint these two figures having a cuppa. (Upon closer investigation, it looks like they're drinking martinis, not tea, but I like the original concept.)This is the kind of scene</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113175728079881542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113175728079881542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/two-for-tea.html' title='Two for Tea'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113168654612340599</id><published>2005-11-10T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:26.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Over the Hudson River in a '29 Biplane</title><summary type='text'>Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome's 1929 New Standard Biplane takes us up over the Hudson River in upstate New York, September 4.Dave's Logbook: The Best MedicineMy first time in a biplane!Open cockpit!Noisy? Oh YES.It was also my first time to land on grass.Bumpy? Oh YES.Music: To-Wa-Bac-A-Wa - Louis Dumaine's Jazzola EightDavid says Old Rhinebeck Aerodrome in upstate New York is his Happy Place, a living</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113168654612340599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113168654612340599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/flying-over-hudson-river-in-29-biplane.html' title='Flying Over the Hudson River in a &apos;29 Biplane'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113159231794977052</id><published>2005-11-09T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:26.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting At Your Own Risk in NYC</title><summary type='text'>  [photo by gail on the web] A cameraphone photo I took last Friday at the 42nd Street (Times Square) subway station.A family of buskers, part of the MTA's arts project Music Under New York.I've been reading an interesting discussion in the New York Flickr group today about the harrassment photographers get while shooting around New York.This shot is a threat to the security of the United </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113159231794977052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113159231794977052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/shooting-at-your-own-risk-in-nyc.html' title='Shooting At Your Own Risk in NYC'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113149878872130709</id><published>2005-11-08T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:26.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  Election Day [Photo by gail on the web]     This is my second U.S. Election Day attendance. Of course, as a Canadian I can't vote, but it was interesting to see the electoral process -- around here it's a curtain-style of booth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113149878872130709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113149878872130709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113142546107484503</id><published>2005-11-07T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:25.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dublin</title><summary type='text'>    Dublin [photo by gail on the web] We interrupt my late-night housecleaning to bring to you a shot of the River Liffey in a poetic moment...... or, a moment Darren Barefoot describes as "bucolic". (Click on the pic to see comments.)This was taken 10 years after yesterday's Belfast photos, at Easter in 2003. It's an unretouched photo, i.e., it came straight off the digicam's memory card and not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113142546107484503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113142546107484503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/dublin.html' title='Dublin'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113136081846379213</id><published>2005-11-07T05:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:25.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Streets of Belfast</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }  Belfast torn apart [Photo by gail on the web]     From the archives: March 1993.I was 20 and in Ireland for the first time, starting off in Belfast and heading south to Dublin for St. Patrick's Day.Areas of the city had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113136081846379213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113136081846379213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/streets-of-belfast.html' title='Streets of Belfast'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113133954029820080</id><published>2005-11-06T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:25.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flying Fieldings on YouTube.com</title><summary type='text'>Some video I shot yesterday of our inaugural flight as Fielding and Fielding Airlines.Flying together for the first time in over six months, we took advantage of David's symptoms in abeyance and the unseasonally warm weather in northeastern Pennsylvania.One touch-and-go.Soundtrack: "The Boy in the Boat" - Charlie Johnson and His Paradise Band</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113133954029820080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113133954029820080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/flying-fieldings-on-youtubecom.html' title='The Flying Fieldings on YouTube.com'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113125327026381010</id><published>2005-11-05T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:25.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fieldings Fly Again!</title><summary type='text'>   The Flying Fieldings Hallelujah! David felt well enough to fly the Tri-Pacer today and the weather was perfect for it -- around 68F or 20C, with barely a breeze.The last time David flew was the weekend before the wedding, the 25th of September, and he went up with Mr. Tibor.I had to search with my Flickr tags for the last time I went up with David. I knew it had been months, since before I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113125327026381010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113125327026381010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/fieldings-fly-again.html' title='The Fieldings Fly Again!'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113116104470478480</id><published>2005-11-04T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:24.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Times Square</title><summary type='text'>    [photo by gail on the web] 1:30am SaturdayI sent this pic from my cameraphone on the way home from New York. I tried to send it while walking down to the metro, but the photo hadn't finished uploading when I lost the signal, which resulted in an aborted upload to Flickr... which might've answered my question whether Cingular sends the data in one packet or in parts (or is that at Flickr's end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113116104470478480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113116104470478480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-times-square.html' title='Three Times Square'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113108756314042800</id><published>2005-11-04T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:24.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaparecido.</title><summary type='text'>    Desaparecido. [photo by Simon Pais] Simon Pais from Santiago, Chile has some of the most imaginative photography I've seen on Flickr. His Photoshop wizardry blows me away -- check out his Little Man set or his Air series.The kid's brilliant, and just 18 years old!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113108756314042800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113108756314042800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/desaparecido.html' title='Desaparecido.'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113107453458201501</id><published>2005-11-03T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:24.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin the Chipmunk</title><summary type='text'> From the archives: Winnipeg, Manitoba -- circa 1978 or so.It's one of my favourite photos of my younger brother, when he was innocent and impressionable and had cheeks full of winter supplies.We called him Alvin the Chipmunk because... well, it was irresistible. How could we not? "Alvin and the Chipmunks" were in their heyday (did I just say that?), and our favourite cartoon was "Chip and Dale".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113107453458201501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113107453458201501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/alvin-chipmunk.html' title='Alvin the Chipmunk'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113106480731071219</id><published>2005-11-03T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:24.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamtown National Historic Site</title><summary type='text'> To come from a tourism-mad modern city to settle in a former industrial boomtown locked in the early part of the last century means a changing of photographic gears. I have to go looking for the touristy bits to show visitors, and the most touristy place for miles around is the Steamtown National Historic Site.It's unusual because it was funded by the Feds as a national historic site, which is a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113106480731071219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113106480731071219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/steamtown-national-historic-site.html' title='Steamtown National Historic Site'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113098408198298329</id><published>2005-11-02T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:21.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Good Turn Deserves Another</title><summary type='text'>    Llewellyn &amp; McKane [photo by gail on the web] The wall at Llewellyn &amp; McKane in Wilkes-Barre.We had another big day today, mostly out of the house! This finally breaks the fairly consistent yo-yo pattern of a good day followed by a crummy day.Three major items on the agenda, none of which left David out of breath or out of sorts:1) We signed off on my spouse visa adjustment status application</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113098408198298329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113098408198298329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-good-turn-deserves-another.html' title='One Good Turn Deserves Another'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113090672857465792</id><published>2005-11-01T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:21.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on the Day</title><summary type='text'>    enjoying a fine end to the dayA shot from Lake Scranton, Sunday evening. It's a water reservoir not far from our house, so no fishing or recreational activities -- a pristine nature reserve.The last time we walked around Lake Scranton was in March, a beautiful day that inspired some of my favourite photos. Lots has happened since then. David isn't strong enough to walk around the lake with me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113090672857465792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113090672857465792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/11/reflecting-on-day.html' title='Reflecting on the Day'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113081973142341602</id><published>2005-10-31T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:21.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Pigs Fly</title><summary type='text'>				Happy Halloween [photo by danncer]	A snortingly funny moment, courtesy of danncer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113081973142341602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113081973142341602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-pigs-fly.html' title='When Pigs Fly'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113081808157074049</id><published>2005-10-31T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:20.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at the House of Fielding</title><summary type='text'>    Threesome [photo by AviatorDave]     Eerie glow [photo by AviatorDave] We carved the pumpkins at the appropriate time -- the witching hour -- and David finished his in a fraction of the time it took me to do mine. You can see why. I don't know what I was thinking when I started carving; I had a loose plan for the eyes, but I was stuck on the nose and mouth. I took a marker and started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113081808157074049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113081808157074049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-at-house-of-fielding.html' title='Halloween at the House of Fielding'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113079379624898377</id><published>2005-10-31T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:19.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Halloween House</title><summary type='text'>             </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113079379624898377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113079379624898377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/haunted-halloween-house.html' title='Haunted Halloween House'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113073461110864980</id><published>2005-10-30T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:19.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Our Ghoulish Neighbours</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't kidding when I said the neighbours took decorating to a whole new level.There are people dressed up as horror movie characters (Freddie, Jason, et al) and lurking in the shadows of the alley, ready to pounce on the drive-by gawkers. I kept my distance on the far side of the wall, but somebody thought it would be hilarious to sic their Doberman on me through the car window, a la The Omen*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113073461110864980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113073461110864980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/meet-our-ghoulish-neighbours.html' title='Meet Our Ghoulish Neighbours'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113064471636162556</id><published>2005-10-29T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:19.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Pay a Visit to Zero-Two-Papa</title><summary type='text'> David's still working on his plane-buying saga, so I'll post about today. The weather was iffy, but I'd hoped for enough clear sky to make a trip out to Cherry Ridge Airport. David hadn't seen his plane for about five weeks and there was some maintenance to be done on the Tri-Pacer. Also, the temperature has dropped tremendously in the last few weeks and the hangar doors weren't fully shut. As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113064471636162556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113064471636162556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-pay-visit-to-zero-two-papa.html' title='We Pay a Visit to Zero-Two-Papa'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113053301511712441</id><published>2005-10-28T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:19.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Pumpkin Carving Time</title><summary type='text'>   pumpkin patch[photo by gail on the web] Well, HEY -- it's the 28th already, and David and I finally got around to choosing our pumpkins, three days before Halloween.I liked the one with the dent in the middle -- was considering getting that one and making it old and toothless.We bought the pumpkins due north at Roba's Family Farm, after David's appointment at the radiation clinic this morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113053301511712441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113053301511712441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-pumpkin-carving-time.html' title='It&apos;s Pumpkin Carving Time'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113047061439107031</id><published>2005-10-27T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:18.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weathered</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } weathered [Photo by gail on the web]     Shot with the Pentax K-1000 (film).David first carved our initials into the giant magnolia tree beside the house back in April.It was for a Flickr photo project called "Love Letters", and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113047061439107031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113047061439107031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/weathered.html' title='Weathered'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113039796572594123</id><published>2005-10-27T03:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:17.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Why Hugh Is a Housecat</title><summary type='text'>   There's a reason why we keep Hugh indoors, and it's not just because he's declawed in the front. Can you see this cat surviving out in the "wild"???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113039796572594123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113039796572594123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-why-hugh-is-housecat.html' title='On Why Hugh Is a Housecat'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113036503765797576</id><published>2005-10-26T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:17.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AwfulSara's Print Drive</title><summary type='text'>    awful assistance [photo by awfulsara] One of my favourite photographers on Flickr has recently been diagnosed with skin cancer and is facing a huge healthcare debt because she's just started freelancing.This being the U.S., I am learning firsthand what it's like to be without socialised medicine and having to pay for doctors' expenses out-of-pocket. Heaven forbid you should ever lose your job</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113036503765797576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113036503765797576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/awfulsaras-print-drive.html' title='AwfulSara&apos;s Print Drive'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113028998078814911</id><published>2005-10-25T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:17.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarties, eh?</title><summary type='text'>    Smarties, eh? [photo by gail on the web] Thanks to a very intuitive lady above the 49th, I got a package yesterday that included Special Edition boxes, and David was introduced to Smarties for the very first time (and no, they're not the same as M&amp;Ms).Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou! They're all gone now!The Ms and their parents sent massive boxes of Rogers chocolates, which we're still working </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113028998078814911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113028998078814911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/smarties-eh.html' title='Smarties, eh?'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113028588076476917</id><published>2005-10-25T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:17.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Dangers of 1-Click Purchasing</title><summary type='text'>Here's a deadly combo here at the House of Fielding:- abysmal weather- 1-click purchasing at Amazon.com- 1-click purchasing at iTunesI've removed my ability to purchase in one click, but this doesn't seem to curb the impulse. There's a world of music out there as expansive as the world itself. And, in fact, in many ways more accessible because music knows no bounds in terms of enjoyment while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113028588076476917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113028588076476917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-dangers-of-1-click-purchasing.html' title='On the Dangers of 1-Click Purchasing'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113028082343119738</id><published>2005-10-25T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:16.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Evening at the House of Fielding</title><summary type='text'> Hugh curled up with David in the easychair. Hugh always has to be as close to David's face as catly possible.(David's head isn't really that shape, it's overblown by the lighting and cameraphone-quality capture.)David resumed chemotherapy today, and it will continue weekly for the time being. Hopefully this means any sort of reaction will be kept to a minimum. MRI Thursday, radiation Friday, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113028082343119738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113028082343119738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/typical-evening-at-house-of-fielding.html' title='Typical Evening at the House of Fielding'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113027427324500555</id><published>2005-10-25T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:15.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kermit's Public Service Announcement (Redux)</title><summary type='text'>Kermit comes along in the Piper Tri-Pacer and gives a safety demonstration. Wear your seatbelt!Original post: April 27, 2005 - Kermit's PSA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113027427324500555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113027427324500555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/kermits-public-service-announcement.html' title='Kermit&apos;s Public Service Announcement (Redux)'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113026910419447759</id><published>2005-10-25T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:15.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween House</title><summary type='text'>				Halloween house [photo by AviatorDave]	I think this year we'll decorate the porch. I need to get some pumpkins and get carving, though, the neighbours have put us to shame.(These aren't our neighbours, they're across town. But look at those lights!)There are some people at the bottom of the hill that take holiday decorating to such extremes that the local authorities put up arrows directing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113026910419447759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113026910419447759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-house.html' title='Halloween House'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113025786570908311</id><published>2005-10-25T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:15.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink Dexter</title><summary type='text'>    Sink Dexter [photo by brooklyn dauphin] Ah Dexter, a few too many, huh?Came upon using Flickr's "Interestingness" algorithms; this one's by brooklyn dauphin.I wish Hugh slept in the sink, because then if he fell asleep and peed (as he is wont to do EVERY DAY), it wouldn't require the major clean-up it does now. Well, I suppose we'd have to clean him up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113025786570908311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113025786570908311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/sink-dexter.html' title='Sink Dexter'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113018419302046507</id><published>2005-10-24T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:14.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Come A Long Way, Baby</title><summary type='text'>    Pondside twins [photo by Allan &amp; Cheryl]      tickled [photo by gail on the web] Left: almost 21 monthsRight: 15 months    papparazzi! [photo by gail on the web]     Gumpa with the EdTwins [photo by gail on the web] Left: 8 monthsRight: 7 monthsThe EdTwins' Early Index:Feb 7, 2004 - I Meet the EdTwinsFeb 24, 2004 - The EdTwins, Week 3Feb 28 - 2004 - The EdTwins; Almost 4 WeeksJun 21, 2004 - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113018419302046507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113018419302046507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/youve-come-long-way-baby.html' title='You&apos;ve Come A Long Way, Baby'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113012635566824433</id><published>2005-10-23T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:14.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautiously Optimistic</title><summary type='text'>    my Big Kid [photo by gail on the web] After waves of bad news throughout September and October -- interrupted only by our wedding -- I'm happy to report a plateau-ing of sorts. I wanted to wait a little while lest it was a fluke, but steady progress over recent days show a trend. It started out rocky, but last week David's health improved by leaps and bounds:- an appetite, although still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113012635566824433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113012635566824433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/cautiously-optimistic.html' title='Cautiously Optimistic'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113009970154051116</id><published>2005-10-23T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:13.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Mirror</title><summary type='text'>    nature's mirrorMore from Friday's little foray around Nay Aug Park. (Can't help but want to say Egg Nog Park instead.)I now take three cameras with me everywhere:Asahi Pentax K-1000 (film)Canon A80 (digital)LG C2000 (VGA camera on phone)Each give dramatically different results, so now it takes me three times as long in every place we go... to move on to the next place. David's still getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113009970154051116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113009970154051116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/natures-mirror.html' title='Nature&apos;s Mirror'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113006120451954031</id><published>2005-10-23T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:13.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Out the Barrel - Redux</title><summary type='text'>Came across YouTube.com on a friend's site, and think I'll give it a whirl. Totally free, uses Flash, files are searchable with  categories and tagging system. I put a scrolling list of uploaded videos on the left panel (scroll WAYYYYYY down).I shot this last November -- barrel rolling in the Piper Tri-Pacer!Original post - November 15, 2004</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113006120451954031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113006120451954031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/roll-out-barrel-redux.html' title='Roll Out the Barrel - Redux'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113003601234410600</id><published>2005-10-22T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:13.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddy's big birthday cake</title><summary type='text'>   Maddy's big birthday cake[photo by Allan &amp; Cheryl] Whoa, now THAT's a cake!Miss Madeleine turned 4 years old and, like the little socialite that she is, did celebrate in Maddy-fashion... living large, even while small.Allan &amp; Cheryl &amp; the Ms: Happy 4th Birthday MadeleineI phoned the Ms earlier and spoke to the birthday girl. Even from a few feet away, David could tell which one was on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113003601234410600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113003601234410600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/maddys-big-birthday-cake.html' title='Maddy&apos;s big birthday cake'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-113000781178793595</id><published>2005-10-22T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:12.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Hugh</title><summary type='text'>Another cameraphone picture. No one is safe from photo capture, not even the cat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113000781178793595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/113000781178793595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepy-hugh.html' title='Sleepy Hugh'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112993069396305462</id><published>2005-10-21T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:12.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nay Aug Park</title><summary type='text'>  Nay Aug Park[photo by gail on the web] ADDITION: 8:20pmFooling around with our new cameraphones in the park. I sent this to Flickr and Blogger at the same time using Flickr's send-by-e-mail feature, so it's very 'in the moment'. We took photos around the park, I dropped off a roll of film to get developed, and then I turned to David:"Hey, let's go drive around the neighbourhoods and look for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112993069396305462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112993069396305462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/nay-aug-park.html' title='Nay Aug Park'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112991754710088677</id><published>2005-10-21T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:12.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do-Ho Suh</title><summary type='text'>Was reading Caterina Fake's blog via my aggregator and came across the work of Korean artist Do-Ho Suh for the first time. Perhaps it wasn't the first of his work I'd seen, but a gallery full of these transparent architectural installations certainly caught my eye.Click on the pic for the full deal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112991754710088677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112991754710088677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-ho-suh.html' title='Do-Ho Suh'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112989153512570011</id><published>2005-10-21T06:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:11.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alek Atom Ackerman</title><summary type='text'>    Alek Atom Ackerman [photo by gail on the web] From the archives: end of January 1993Fourth class rail travel in Thailand was pretty rough, but I was lucky enough to travel with this delightful baby and his parents from Ontario. The Ackermans were around 30, hippyish in their style and naming convention... how could I ever forget the name Alek Atom?"He even has his own passport!" -- they said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112989153512570011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112989153512570011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/alek-atom-ackerman.html' title='Alek Atom Ackerman'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112986815534161120</id><published>2005-10-20T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:11.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling More Like a Married Couple By the Day</title><summary type='text'>Overall, it's been a full and productive day, one which involved a car trip that WASN'T from our house to a medical facility.Hooray!Oh wait, it WAS to a medical facility, but not for anything cancer-related.Hooray!It was for me, a follow-up to the USCIS-required medical examination I had on Monday. David hasn't been well enough to go anywhere further than 10 minutes' drive from our house, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112986815534161120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112986815534161120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/feeling-more-like-married-couple-by.html' title='Feeling More Like a Married Couple By the Day'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112977910889346688</id><published>2005-10-19T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:11.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawan Mela Festival</title><summary type='text'>For a while now I've been thinking of moving my blog over to a "real" (i.e. paid) domain, but several things have stopped me. Not so much the cost, but the hassle factor (the more entries I write, the more there is to move and format) and maintenance.Here, I don't deal with a hosting company, the servers haven't been getting a lot of downtime, I don't worry about getting hacked, there's no sign </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112977910889346688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112977910889346688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/sawan-mela-festival.html' title='Sawan Mela Festival'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112969851330434704</id><published>2005-10-18T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:11.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 40 Year Old Virgin</title><summary type='text'>Tonight David and I went on an actual DATE! This is the closest thing to married life we've experienced other than having dinner in a restaurant last night for the first time in at least four weeks. David was well enough to go to the cinema for the first time since we saw "Me and You and Everyone We Know" two months ago, and we were finally able to see...The 40 Year Old Virgin (Click here for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112969851330434704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112969851330434704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/40-year-old-virgin.html' title='The 40 Year Old Virgin'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112951663355863107</id><published>2005-10-16T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:10.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids of Tioman Island, Malaysia</title><summary type='text'>  [photo by gail on the web] In January 1993, I travelled overland through Malaysia from Singapore with no onward plane ticket. I only had a one-way ticket from Australia to New Zealand to Malaysia.After the urban craziness of Singapore, I retreated to the tranquility of Tioman Island upon recommendation from a friend I'd bumped into in New Zealand. I needed to think about what my next step would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112951663355863107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112951663355863107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/kids-of-tioman-island-malaysia.html' title='Kids of Tioman Island, Malaysia'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112943432685572932</id><published>2005-10-15T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:10.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's an 11-year old sitting in the pilot's seat</title><summary type='text'>   Vinny at the yoke[photo by gail on the web] Ship's Log, October 5, 2005Vinny is Pilot-in-Command with his mother and me in the backseat, holding on for dear life.There's an accompanying video clip:How To Freak Out Your Mother (4.3 MBs)I swear, I broke into a sweat just editing the video clips! All those nosedives, steep climbs, and hard banking gave me the heebie-jeebies!If you want to see a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112943432685572932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112943432685572932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-11-year-old-sitting-in-pilots.html' title='There&apos;s an 11-year old sitting in the pilot&apos;s seat'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112941681268764811</id><published>2005-10-15T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:10.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Cake Saga</title><summary type='text'> The cake was ivory and the calla lilies were orange (see Hendrik? I don't hate orange!), but I shot this with film and with the room lighting couldn't get the colours to come out properly... hence the sepia.David never did see the cake (the ceremony was in the Lackawanna Room, the dinner in the Johnson Room), and I didn't know what to do with it afterwards. The Radisson ended up holding onto it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112941681268764811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112941681268764811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/wedding-cake-saga.html' title='The Wedding Cake Saga'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112941659719609588</id><published>2005-10-15T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:10.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Altered Ego</title><summary type='text'>    altered egoDidn't keep track of what I fiddled with for this photo in July. Just fumbling about in Photoshop, as per usual, and found the pic by accident. Decided to upload.Finished the image archiving on my hard drive -- FINALLY -- so I'm shooting again. The sun's been peeking in and out of the clouds today, so I took advantage of it and shot nearly two rolls of film this afternoon. Normally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112941659719609588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112941659719609588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/altered-ego.html' title='Altered Ego'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112932116460398865</id><published>2005-10-14T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:09.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nata</title><summary type='text'>				what_if ?? [photo by backyard_flower]	If you're a cat lover, check out backyard_flower's set of her cat Nata. Some of the expressions are priceless!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112932116460398865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112932116460398865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/nata.html' title='Nata'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112931367258116110</id><published>2005-10-14T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:09.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bashful Flower Girl</title><summary type='text'>    bashful flower girl[photo by gail on the web] Melissa, 6, at our wedding dinner at the Radisson - Lackawanna Station. (The ribbon in her hair is actually from the guest gift -- she started out wearing a headband with tiny butterflies on it.)Melissa behaved very well under the (rather stressful) circumstances. She was a flower girl in her Auntie Ally's wedding in June of last year, so she'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112931367258116110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112931367258116110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/bashful-flower-girl.html' title='Bashful Flower Girl'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112927929530030973</id><published>2005-10-14T04:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:09.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Philadelphia Waterfront Last February</title><summary type='text'> [photo by gail on the web] Soaking in the ambience emanating from Camden, New Jersey, across the Delaware River.If you're wondering "Does she jest?" -- I'll leave that to your imagination.Egads, I'm coming across a lot of photos I skipped over rather hastily.The archiving is taking over my life, as you can see. I should be asleep. But I see a light at the end of the tunnel... it just keeps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112927929530030973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112927929530030973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-philadelphia-waterfront-last.html' title='On the Philadelphia Waterfront Last February'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112922407630042703</id><published>2005-10-13T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:09.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Night Vancouver</title><summary type='text'>    First Night Vancouver[photo by gail on the web] Just before the clock struck midnight and the crowd went wild on Georgia Street.Shortly after this photo was taken, someone stepped out from the crowd of thousands and yelled:"Hey Orkut people!"This guy recognised us from our photo on the Orkut forums, how bizarre!The 'Re-Jig the Hard Drive Project' continues unabated. But the tedium is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112922407630042703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112922407630042703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-night-vancouver.html' title='First Night Vancouver'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112917367058606835</id><published>2005-10-12T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:08.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Geeky Observation: Laity Farm Revisited</title><summary type='text'>   Michael at Laity Farm[photo by gail on the web] OK, I go on and on about Flickr on this site, but for the sake of comparison let me demonstrate how superior the Flickr compression engine is versus Blogger's.Have a look at this photo of my nephew Michael, taken in October 2002, when he was 2 years old.Now, take a look at the same image (opens in new window), uploaded to this site in 2002 via </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112917367058606835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112917367058606835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/geeky-observation-laity-farm-revisited.html' title='A Geeky Observation: Laity Farm Revisited'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112902194621285752</id><published>2005-10-11T05:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:08.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debauchery</title><summary type='text'>    debauchery[photo by gail on the web] Obviously a set-up*.However, it was the night before my wedding, and it was a hotel room.Not my corset, though. More on this later.*The closest thing to a still life shot I've done in months.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112902194621285752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112902194621285752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/debauchery.html' title='Debauchery'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112897000345713168</id><published>2005-10-10T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:08.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Released for Good Behaviour</title><summary type='text'>I postponed my appointment with the immigration lawyer this afternoon so I can pick David up from the hospital. He's getting released today! He told me he'd get one of his friends to take him home so I could see the attorney, but that just doesn't seem right -- David hasn't been home since our wedding, and I should be the one to bring him here.David: "Are you going to carry me across the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112897000345713168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112897000345713168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/released-for-good-behaviour.html' title='Released for Good Behaviour'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112896909187156782</id><published>2005-10-10T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:07.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Papa, ageing gracefully</title><summary type='text'>   ageing gracefully[photo by gail on the web] I took some photos of my father when he was here, because I just don't have enough pictures of him. The man doesn't sit still, so capturing him is a challenge.I was driving with him earlier this year, and mentioned in our conversation that a friend of mine knows someone who owns a dealership."Can you ask your friend if I can work there, part-time? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112896909187156782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112896909187156782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-papa-ageing-gracefully.html' title='My Papa, ageing gracefully'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666903.post-112891494482829098</id><published>2005-10-09T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:21:07.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'That's What Friends Are For', as Dionne Warwick Warbles</title><summary type='text'> Thankfully Mercy Hospital is near our house, because I felt the rumble of a flat tire on the way home.Gr-r-r-r....!I have things to do today, like get cat food! Get my immigration photos re-done! My plans were thwarted by a wayward nail in the tire, and I'm guessing it happened overnight, deflating slowly when I was camped out in the hospital reclining chair. Thankfully it wasn't raining today.I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112891494482829098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666903/posts/default/112891494482829098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gailontheweb.blogspot.com/2005/10/thats-what-friends-are-for-as-dionne.html' title='&apos;That&apos;s What Friends Are For&apos;, as Dionne Warwick Warbles'/><author><name>Gail at Large</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://static.flickr.com/48/151018993_749fbc3d85_o.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
