<?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-5045514189848581516</id><updated>2012-02-03T03:00:33.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarabee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6709749756924848957</id><published>2011-01-19T20:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:38:44.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sara Stout</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6709749756924848957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6709749756924848957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2011/01/sara-stout.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4777273541208222071</id><published>2010-05-26T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:10:13.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry Baby</title><summary type='text'>I will get to see my man in the new month! I feel that this is how it always happens... last minute decisions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4777273541208222071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4777273541208222071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-worry-baby.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry Baby'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1390902670075104715</id><published>2010-05-09T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:49:23.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mhmmm</title><summary type='text'>I rarely use this anymore, I hadn't given myself any time this semester. Still won't until the nyc move in a week (eeeeee!!!!)but I shall present this work of gorgeous stuff:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1390902670075104715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1390902670075104715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/05/mhmmm.html' title='mhmmm'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4846788398706584578</id><published>2010-02-25T11:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:07:13.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day! Snow day!</title><summary type='text'>And I still get excited like a little kid... perhaps because I never got snow days as a kid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4846788398706584578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4846788398706584578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-snow-day.html' title='Snow Day! Snow day!'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/S4auIH_h_GI/AAAAAAAADZk/pRCeZKHx4zc/s72-c/SnowDay05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2889806354066375653</id><published>2010-02-18T17:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:58:36.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisies</title><summary type='text'>Daisies, known as Sedmikrasky in Czech, was directed by Vera Chytilova in '66. Just saw it fully for the first time this afternoon. I think I'm in love. Now all I need to do is find it somewhere online for purchase.Favorite scene:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2889806354066375653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2889806354066375653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/daisies.html' title='Daisies'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5930401580117966558</id><published>2010-02-11T17:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:41:37.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh you know. My guy is making a difference in the world... haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5930401580117966558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5930401580117966558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8774027390403643274</id><published>2010-02-11T08:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:30:21.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sad Sad Sad. Finally realized what's going to happen in my near future. Love has to be put on hold as it has been for the past year and a half + while we continue to be/work in separate cities. I know I should be excited for the time ahead, but in all honesty, I'm a lover, not someone looking to advance society. My heart breaks for this. And my greatest fear will be that the two of us will just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8774027390403643274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8774027390403643274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-sad-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-9201520850982623472</id><published>2010-02-08T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:05:19.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> = life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/9201520850982623472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/9201520850982623472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1115988923825666365</id><published>2010-02-04T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:35:42.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh what I would do to be able to snuggle with limbs wrapped up in one another, creating body heat just from being near.I miss my bunny...... :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1115988923825666365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1115988923825666365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-what-i-would-do-to-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/S2uD9ntdRGI/AAAAAAAADZE/U1dSEjXvQY0/s72-c/F1000017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5415431056884571063</id><published>2010-01-25T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:40:00.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For you,</title><summary type='text'>Leah. The Karen Walker dress:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5415431056884571063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5415431056884571063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-you.html' title='For you,'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/S14rxPV92DI/AAAAAAAADY8/aCXUeYL8vjE/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-01-25+at+11.27+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2313991916810319161</id><published>2010-01-23T18:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:05:26.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NZ on film</title><summary type='text'>the beginning of a VERY long process.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2313991916810319161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2313991916810319161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/01/nz-on-film.html' title='NZ on film'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/S1uOwFndfPI/AAAAAAAADY0/zlSMNCcC7ao/s72-c/Together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-7672413599363140067</id><published>2010-01-21T18:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:05:37.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good golly miss molly</title><summary type='text'>A photo shoot I did for a Syracuse Uni magazine called Jerk:http://www.jerkmagazine.net/gawk/one-hit-too-many.html?pid=44</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7672413599363140067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7672413599363140067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-golly-miss-molly.html' title='good golly miss molly'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8511945211477085030</id><published>2010-01-11T01:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:49:56.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit. I can't sleep. I've just come back form New Zealand and am in my bed at Syracuse. What a downer, warmth and sunshine to darkness and snow. My physical clock is off and all I can do is lie in bed and think of the wonderful time I had. I love Nick's family, I had so much fun seeing new things, trying new things, buying new things. So many things are going through my mind. My future is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8511945211477085030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8511945211477085030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2010/01/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8491759515966908249</id><published>2009-12-21T20:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:59:20.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Zealand has been really great. So far I've stayed in Auckland on the North Island, and visited Queenstown (where the shot some of Lord of the Rings) on the South Island. Not in the mood to go into detail, but went gold panning and got some real gold flakes, played some mini golf, ate at some amazing restaurants, tours the shots of Lord of the Rings on 4 wheel drive, etc etc. And also have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8491759515966908249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8491759515966908249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-zealand-has-been-really-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SzA1xvnbvJI/AAAAAAAADYg/fuUKGtUf6gU/s72-c/Karen+Walker+Fall+2009+Ready-to-Wear.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2707562028586642234</id><published>2009-12-07T21:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:38:45.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It says it all:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2707562028586642234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2707562028586642234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-says-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6304978303683372709</id><published>2009-12-01T20:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:47:04.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The lumber of the skyline used to support nightly travel to the outer reaches of consciousness... the bedroom is the place where we engage in some of our more formative experiences, the landscape of affecting and profound personal experience." -Geography of Home by Akiko Busch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6304978303683372709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6304978303683372709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/12/lumber-of-skyline-used-to-support.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5255734976947754225</id><published>2009-12-01T19:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:22:41.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having crises over my senior project. Prof. said I'm in a good position, but I still am not confident enough. Manically looking for inspiration and writing down potential scenes to create. Here you go:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5255734976947754225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5255734976947754225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/12/having-crises-over-my-senior-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SxXAeUjJ38I/AAAAAAAADXw/DzTSbOommQQ/s72-c/6a00d83514b02453ef00e54fa8f3328834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-9026236898423380798</id><published>2009-11-26T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:07:07.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I REALLY dislike when people are publicly humiliated, even if they do deserve it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/9026236898423380798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/9026236898423380798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-really-dislike-when-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-7224217069943288754</id><published>2009-11-24T04:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:38:22.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Early early early. Been a while since I've needed to get the the airport by 5am. But this marks the cross section of my meeting my new family home in Houston, and being only a few weeks away form going to my New Zealand home. I'm ready for it all to happen, just waiting for the time to pass.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7224217069943288754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7224217069943288754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/early-early-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5991048856438464773</id><published>2009-11-22T14:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:25:30.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>baby it's you</title><summary type='text'>always, when I am at the brink of seeing the boy I have a major emotional breakdown. It happened today. Three weeks until we're together, and he's on a plane to Auckland, NZ right as we speak. I may have freaked him out, I just like being able to send well wishes before he flies. It's funny, before my being in a relationship I imagined crashing in a plane and not really caring/being intrigued by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5991048856438464773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5991048856438464773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-its-you.html' title='baby it&apos;s you'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5528213809617964352</id><published>2009-11-17T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:19:09.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is really great:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5528213809617964352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5528213809617964352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-really-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6890213545008260410</id><published>2009-11-14T08:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:22:30.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>la vie en rose</title><summary type='text'>this is really beautiful. By my friend Leah Rizzo:still frame from leahrizzo on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6890213545008260410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6890213545008260410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='la vie en rose'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2087488100035805512</id><published>2009-11-12T15:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:34:05.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness these are SOOO awkward. I don't think they sell me on any of it (maybe the last): Street Carnage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2087488100035805512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2087488100035805512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-goodness-these-are-sooo-awkward.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-7033571735056972072</id><published>2009-11-11T07:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:01:53.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We shall then see that our habitual perception of the world as stable and reliable is an illusion. The facts not only fail to support this illusion; they stand in grotesque contrast to it. A tiny area of light, warmth, and life, wrapped paper thin over a ball hanging forlornly in empty space." -Hoimar Von Ditfurth in Children of the Universe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7033571735056972072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7033571735056972072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-shall-then-see-that-our-habitual.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3193896965802261975</id><published>2009-11-08T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:12:05.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometime I have a heartache</title><summary type='text'>So I finally have some of my new side project on film... shot it this weekend with some lovely ladies. Now I'm getting excited to shoot more versions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3193896965802261975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3193896965802261975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometime-i-have-heartache.html' title='sometime I have a heartache'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SveIaSMTVBI/AAAAAAAADXo/CkrdgYhhSBw/s72-c/B%26W_Maori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-847993243082331068</id><published>2009-10-31T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:27:50.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><summary type='text'>found via Sea of Shoes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/847993243082331068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/847993243082331068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SuydpziFtHI/AAAAAAAADXA/LcWEbtReeQs/s72-c/6a00d8345282b769e20120a69a4bdb970c-750wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5708787516333483258</id><published>2009-10-30T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:15:30.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weeki wachi</title><summary type='text'>this was my childhood. It's called Weeki Wachi, a theme park of mermaids. One day I'll scan an image of me WITH a mermaid. For now here are these:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5708787516333483258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5708787516333483258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/10/weeki-wachi.html' title='weeki wachi'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sutlaugb_LI/AAAAAAAADW4/Wge-6T3i6eg/s72-c/mergrotto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1981148789559564134</id><published>2009-10-23T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:57:34.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm definitely going to New Zealand for the holidays, meeting the man's family in person finally. The only problem is I won't be able to concentrate on anything besides NZ until I'm out for the semester. Wish me luck!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1981148789559564134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1981148789559564134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-definitely-going-to-new-zealand-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5482772328456693568</id><published>2009-10-16T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:46:27.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is really quite wonderful</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5482772328456693568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5482772328456693568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-really-quite-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2344195819514681156</id><published>2009-10-15T17:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:54:15.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marianne oh Marianne</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while, I've been busy on film shoots, photoing in nyc, etc etc.Here're some pictures in apologies:And this amazing artist, cai guo-qiang:And I'm feeling a little jealousy because the byf is in talks to work with an amazing photog, won't reveal in hopes that it works out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2344195819514681156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2344195819514681156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/10/marianne-oh-marianne.html' title='Marianne oh Marianne'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/StenEMgv3-I/AAAAAAAADWQ/OSQ9xUkkZxA/s72-c/3973520125_56058e8ddb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5818617956434026637</id><published>2009-10-03T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:39:13.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally. The girl that never gets the job got one. Well, I already have an internship, but this job is paid. At last. Celebration. Time to start saving for the future.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5818617956434026637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5818617956434026637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-7190589295859798295</id><published>2009-09-27T10:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:16:47.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know some people really don't like her, but I'll always be charmed by Kirsten Dunst.And teaching myself to dress a bit more. I'm worried it's all just become a collection instead of a guide... then there's the problem that I can't just go out and buy things. hmmm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7190589295859798295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7190589295859798295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-some-people-really-dont-like-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sr-AqpFqiJI/AAAAAAAADVw/dvGue6Ywr0k/s72-c/id52d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4333012824477861645</id><published>2009-09-26T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:45:26.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In sad times I need to look at this:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4333012824477861645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4333012824477861645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-sad-times-i-need-to-look-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sr61lnzgcHI/AAAAAAAADVo/AtqihergK6o/s72-c/cd0e591646c6e3c95c95432eb40d1938b69df739_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1305617028559230823</id><published>2009-09-25T19:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:52:29.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller</title><summary type='text'>so, I've really been missing my boy, but last night I had some fun and tonight should be really fun. Hard Cider, Michael Jackson on vinyl, and drunk puzzling... should make up for my lack of kisses.Me and the boy (photo by the wonderfully whimsical Jan von Holleben):And on of the projects I'm planning and re-working:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1305617028559230823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1305617028559230823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/thriller.html' title='Thriller'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sr1k73thE9I/AAAAAAAADVY/yOEbs3MFYr4/s72-c/c04.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4560529970917506060</id><published>2009-09-24T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:30:23.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.D.</title><summary type='text'>haha, from Purple Diary:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4560529970917506060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4560529970917506060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/pd.html' title='P.D.'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SruspGxxytI/AAAAAAAADVQ/afZv0_JAj4k/s72-c/gargoyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1217354166163348802</id><published>2009-09-23T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:02:33.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate how I conflate pop culture's examples of relationships as a possibility of my own. It's just not reality.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1217354166163348802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1217354166163348802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-how-i-conflate-pop-cultures.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8921031786056533910</id><published>2009-09-23T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:30:09.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate when I have bad dreams about me and my boy, especially when he's far away. I know it's never a life possibility with what happens in these dreams, but it still can be upsetting. I never have bad dreams about anyone else in my life. Maybe it's some subconscious defense mechanism? I also dreamt I was sexually harassed by this one creepy guy that stood in my starbucks line a few days ago back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8921031786056533910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8921031786056533910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-when-i-have-bad-dreams-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5512503949063829033</id><published>2009-09-16T15:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:51:59.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.</title><summary type='text'>"It's a city of broad shoulders and big hearts and bold dreams; a city of legendary sports figures, legendary sports venues, and legendary sports fans; a city like America itself, where the world -- the world's races and religions and nationalities come together and reach for the dream that brought them here.In Chicago, old and new exist in harmony. It's a city rooted in an industrial past that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5512503949063829033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5512503949063829033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/bo.html' title='B.O.'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3330690343947316202</id><published>2009-09-14T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:00:18.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant</title><summary type='text'>the third is amazinga second bit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3330690343947316202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3330690343947316202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/brilliant.html' title='brilliant'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-582310342408985048</id><published>2009-09-14T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:26:37.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>giving in</title><summary type='text'>ok, first off, teaching myself to dress once again:Secondly, this is something I'm working off of:All very beautiful in their own right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/582310342408985048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/582310342408985048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/giving-in.html' title='giving in'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sq60FulaFfI/AAAAAAAADUY/Hs2XnCDpapw/s72-c/lunt-680x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6386902256914719541</id><published>2009-09-13T17:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:16:40.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>inveterate dreamer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6386902256914719541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6386902256914719541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/inveterate-dreamer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-851134055563493844</id><published>2009-09-13T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:11:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching myself to dress again</title><summary type='text'>Thinking of starting two new photo projects in the next few weeks. Won't exactly say what they are, but both require paint. One requires morning time in the backyard the other a studio. I don't know how far I can take them, but we'll find out in due time.Also, scanning images of my senior project, not gonna show them until I've got the finished product (new goal, instead of putting up dust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/851134055563493844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/851134055563493844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/teaching-myself-to-dress-again.html' title='Teaching myself to dress again'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sq1fEg4L_EI/AAAAAAAADT4/1UTkIHDvRmU/s72-c/IMG_8760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6798116228081179420</id><published>2009-09-11T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:32:49.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><summary type='text'>I finally have internet, and I've been naughty purchasing some items.And teaching myself to dress again:I'll be taking ballet and an abs class... working on doing yoga more often and just eating well. Oh, and I'm an unofficial aunt now! Don't know the girls name yet, but can't wait to meet her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6798116228081179420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6798116228081179420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SqrP0w8ZItI/AAAAAAAADTo/aQnbhDiunqo/s72-c/wow3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5681200012327396820</id><published>2009-08-25T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:02:14.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last official day in my childhood home. I'm packing up to head back to school, and will never return to this place. Sad. But I know good things are to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5681200012327396820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5681200012327396820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-official-day-in-my-childhood-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1911291935010611796</id><published>2009-08-18T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:57:05.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going through all of my old photographs from life is making me nostalgic, but also excited for the future-with him, and in all other aspects.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1911291935010611796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1911291935010611796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-through-all-of-my-old-photographs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-7037659414985619011</id><published>2009-08-17T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:24:59.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is an excited, happy dance dedicated only to me. And I love it late at night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7037659414985619011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7037659414985619011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-is-excited-happy-dance-dedicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8686712795729595575</id><published>2009-08-15T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:20:05.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't live</title><summary type='text'>this would be quite nice:ffffound</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8686712795729595575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8686712795729595575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-live.html' title='I didn&apos;t live'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SobDy3hgtCI/AAAAAAAADTQ/lqmwHiU1BXE/s72-c/9fb6284993c0564aea11c99f9667b9cbe548c12a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-7595778311007215526</id><published>2009-08-13T00:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:03:32.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>terrible news, man-boy-lover has to go home to New Zealand indefinitely... or until we get married....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7595778311007215526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7595778311007215526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/08/terrible-news-man-boy-lover-has-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3011166860294814620</id><published>2009-08-12T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:18:56.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So ready for this one:I love Wes Anderson, and I love stop-action animation...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3011166860294814620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3011166860294814620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-ready-for-this-one-i-love-wes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2784629892953664337</id><published>2009-08-10T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:04:28.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want romance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2784629892953664337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2784629892953664337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1857284228241237420</id><published>2009-07-25T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:29:01.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even though he's a scientologist, I LOVE Beck. I love "The Information," so this video is nice:And I believe the backup singer (the one with the trench coat) is Jamie Lidell, who happens to be an awesomely amazing singer... but you can't really tell in this video.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1857284228241237420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1857284228241237420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-though-hes-scientologist-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1716260863798504618</id><published>2009-07-24T17:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:59:29.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seriously, how does one get oneself out of a funk? When I get to my boiling point I can't hold back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1716260863798504618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1716260863798504618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriously-how-does-one-get-oneself-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4513450787528964841</id><published>2009-07-23T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:41:42.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from ffffound.I'm carving two tree stumps into natural stools... it's going to be a while before I finish them, but should be cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4513450787528964841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4513450787528964841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-ffffound.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SmkDEYO58pI/AAAAAAAADSk/5rohrb6DN_w/s72-c/2a17a43492ed3e2eae322beecdd4d79238ca5fa2_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5068202270160083213</id><published>2009-07-23T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:28:34.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so upset, and there isn't any one reason that's valid. Well, the most recent development at the dentist's sucked. No matter how well I've taken care of my teeth I've managed to get a cavity. And the woman cleaning my teeth gouged the fuck out of my gums, they're still throbbing from pain. There is another issue in my life, but I won't go into it. Privacy is important sometimes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5068202270160083213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5068202270160083213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-upset-and-there-isnt-any-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4198471677094457931</id><published>2009-07-23T02:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:36:02.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love my neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>Why I love my neighborhood:Because I can walk home at odd hours of the night alone and feel as safe as I possibly can with no protection or friends nearby. This is because all the gay boys are out to party. And no matter how exhausted or beaten I am I can usually get some sort of compliment on my outfit, even if my shoes are dangling from my hands. I'm going to miss this.I love you boys-town, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4198471677094457931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4198471677094457931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-love-my-neighborhood.html' title='Why I love my neighborhood'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8996080984650768293</id><published>2009-07-17T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:12:33.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just some pictures on my desktop... teaching myself how to dress</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8996080984650768293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8996080984650768293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-some-pictures-on-my-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SmCw6GTZR9I/AAAAAAAADSc/hYE-6vWzD9E/s72-c/tcWj3o6yNpl897flGenhMNgso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4543636136896106440</id><published>2009-07-16T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:21:42.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't stop them</title><summary type='text'>where do I find something like these?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4543636136896106440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4543636136896106440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-cant-stop-them.html' title='you can&apos;t stop them'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sl_uONLVw0I/AAAAAAAADSE/xo52TRKJgvI/s72-c/12_6_08_daniela_kamiliotis9451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4553447540934172664</id><published>2009-07-14T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:04:58.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4553447540934172664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4553447540934172664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sl0dItVWY7I/AAAAAAAADR0/exeXcwgC4Z0/s72-c/ZXWEjgG0Poen207pBwYfRbFIo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6318197068498753143</id><published>2009-07-09T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:23:55.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vanilla beans</title><summary type='text'>so, a very talented alumnus of my photo program, Jane Tam, recently interviewed one of my professors, Laura Heyman, on her life and work. Here's the article: NYMPHOTOcheck out where I'm coming from scholastically.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6318197068498753143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6318197068498753143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/vanilla-beans.html' title='vanilla beans'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6835121085642996723</id><published>2009-07-08T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:51:51.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strap yourself in</title><summary type='text'>This is it, I am the eldest and the last cousin to be without a driver's license. Do I care? No. Most certainly not. What I do care about is the aunts, uncles and grandparents giving a damn and loving to rub it in my face. I don't think they will ever understand my attitude towards this.I'll just put it this way. #1, they did not have to deal with the death of a grandmother by an automobile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6835121085642996723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6835121085642996723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/strap-yourself-in.html' title='strap yourself in'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-212089868056959287</id><published>2009-07-08T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:43:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'll be working on a variation of this... but wayyyy shorter:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/212089868056959287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/212089868056959287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-ill-be-working-on-variation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SlTMlz47FaI/AAAAAAAADRs/pjpALC66uzk/s72-c/globoalice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-7520939303727665012</id><published>2009-07-07T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:42:05.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn, it's hard to believe that any one person can effect me so much, but it's true. Things feel so different without the man-boy-lover. It's like I'm constant;y looking to finish my sentence, but nothing fits... writing this all down doesn't help much because I'm sure it must be more or less hard to relate to unless you've dealt with a long distance relationship. It's hard because he's in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7520939303727665012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/7520939303727665012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-its-hard-to-believe-that-any-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8611011840492268141</id><published>2009-07-01T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:35:11.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you make my dreams come true</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm making up for the lack of home cooked meals of my youth (not that I'm complaining, I LOVE sushi and chinese) by getting so excited to cook my own. Ace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8611011840492268141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8611011840492268141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-make-my-dreams-come-true.html' title='you make my dreams come true'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5046150610076368435</id><published>2009-07-01T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:11:26.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw this on my friend, erin's page:quite amazing and scary at the same time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5046150610076368435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5046150610076368435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/07/saw-this-on-my-friend-erins-page-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8193542611104460736</id><published>2009-06-24T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:00:09.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh, yes, and I keep thinking about becoming a vegetarian. I also have a mean craving to read, but entertaining the out-of-towner bf requires most of that time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8193542611104460736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8193542611104460736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yes-and-i-keep-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-195660794787508561</id><published>2009-06-24T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:14:49.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Davy</title><summary type='text'>JS will always be adorable in my mind:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/195660794787508561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/195660794787508561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/06/davy.html' title='Davy'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4793372117251561410</id><published>2009-06-24T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:36:40.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a hypocrite. I wished everyone would update more, whereas I rarely do... oops</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4793372117251561410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4793372117251561410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-hypocrite.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5442936687411048423</id><published>2009-06-11T10:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:40:58.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>top gear</title><summary type='text'>so I'll take a boredom break and update on my life. It's all a-jumble, so prepare:I'm in London, I've been here for about 2.5 weeks, and it's to visit the bf and help his pack up and organize his moving to the U.S. I got to watch a shoot/ help out assisting on a Citrix shoot. I had crazy jet lag and came so close to falling asleep both days I was there. After these I finally met a member of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5442936687411048423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5442936687411048423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-gear.html' title='top gear'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1374133941840050041</id><published>2009-06-02T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:55:12.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in response</title><summary type='text'>in response to my friend's tumblr write up on h&amp;m's new collection... I REALLY would love to own this dress:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1374133941840050041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1374133941840050041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-response.html' title='in response'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SiVLVk-sxsI/AAAAAAAADRk/N18w5Wkm4Gw/s72-c/hm-divided-exclusive-fall-09-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4250259843603716954</id><published>2009-06-01T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:30:44.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shine a scar</title><summary type='text'>Not much news in London. It's actually sunny and hot. Just catching up on the usual haunts- Topshop, Brick Lane, you know. But I did get one job so far, I was the photographer's 2nd assistant. I get paid too. Also bet the bf's sister and her bf for a nice little bbq. I've been introduced to this amazing New Zealand show called "Outrageous Fortune" I highly recommend it.That's pretty much it for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4250259843603716954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4250259843603716954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/06/shine-scar.html' title='shine a scar'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6927241085856256925</id><published>2009-05-25T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:34:48.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>off to London tomorrow night! I thought this day would take longer to come, well, it has, but it's finally here.This is photographer Rebecca Rijsdijk as seen on "I Heart Photograph" whose work is quite wonderful:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6927241085856256925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6927241085856256925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-to-london-tomorrow-night-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/ShtHKzHX6uI/AAAAAAAADRc/jzZL2UXZX7c/s72-c/rebeccarijsdijk-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5530441611369303831</id><published>2009-05-20T16:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:12:59.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dead cowboy</title><summary type='text'>been lounging and doing nothing for the little while I've been home. Went to Houston to check out houses for the family to move into... some are promising. Life is gonna be way different when I'm there. Got my tickets for London. It'll probably be the last time I go for a long time seen as my boy is coming to the states and closer to me. Also just picked up my 4x5 to start my senior thesis on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5530441611369303831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5530441611369303831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-cowboy.html' title='dead cowboy'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/ShRyRkqcyuI/AAAAAAAADRE/7TbbVi8mfx8/s72-c/image7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-9012507900976556583</id><published>2009-05-13T10:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:51:17.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shaped like a tree</title><summary type='text'>for those that care here's the new hair:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/9012507900976556583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/9012507900976556583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/05/shaped-like-tree.html' title='shaped like a tree'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SgrsFpuvC_I/AAAAAAAADOU/B3gRBUguDHg/s72-c/Photo+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4027768150558441930</id><published>2009-05-05T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:24:50.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><summary type='text'>packing up my lifeto come home only to pack up my lifethen pack up some of my lifeto arrive where my life should be/isonly to pack up to head back hometo pack up to come back to school again, ugh.However, then I'll be packing up for good and leaving school... and hopefully returning to my love and not having to pack much more ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4027768150558441930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4027768150558441930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/05/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3768585770670037778</id><published>2009-04-30T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:49:01.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brother of mine</title><summary type='text'>it's the end of the year. Portfolio review later today... Nothing much is going on besides the stress of not knowing what's going on. I'm excited to get out of here, but I don't really want to go home. I want to be with lover-man.no new photos to show for now... when I'm out I'll work on it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3768585770670037778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3768585770670037778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/brother-of-mine.html' title='brother of mine'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3185174349037652576</id><published>2009-04-26T01:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:34:28.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exhausted from TRoM. Second year running, but the freshman and sophomores need to chill out and let things happen instead of expecting stuff to fall into their laps. When one creates the fun for themselves it's that much better. Still wish my lover was there, but we'll have chances to dance together in due time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3185174349037652576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3185174349037652576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/exhausted-from-trom.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2357965559265360453</id><published>2009-04-25T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:10:08.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to grow with your wrinkles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2357965559265360453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2357965559265360453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-grow-with-your-wrinkles.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1527049797878164313</id><published>2009-04-23T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:18:12.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want them back</title><summary type='text'>It's supposed to be warm this weekend, thus I will be craving being home instead of school, which means I would definitely prefer hearing back about my boyfriends Visa so he and I can start making plans together again.I wore his cologne yesterday to comfort myself, it's going to be out soon, so I'd like to be with him again. Thanks UK border people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1527049797878164313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1527049797878164313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/want-them-back.html' title='Want them back'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4788943348090838620</id><published>2009-04-21T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:59:12.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a wonderful friend photographer, Erin Mulvehill, has been working on a project on "underwater" images. I modeled for her today, this is what she got:beautiful, yeah?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4788943348090838620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4788943348090838620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonderful-friend-photographer-erin.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Se6H6qffB8I/AAAAAAAADOM/H0a7x7qvSlA/s72-c/underwater_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2729137101410186133</id><published>2009-04-19T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:10:07.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is it that we, maybe just I, look up such trivial things when I'm upset?I'm learning a tiny itty bitty bit about Josephine Baker now (her name's a link).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2729137101410186133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2729137101410186133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-it-that-we-maybe-just-i-look-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-727941733677674869</id><published>2009-04-18T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:46:44.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, this is great. I almost picked up a record of 60's beach tunes, I should have been alive then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/727941733677674869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/727941733677674869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-this-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3891277202610637981</id><published>2009-04-14T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:01:23.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've fallen and I don't know what to say</title><summary type='text'>pretty excellent.NPR</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3891277202610637981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3891277202610637981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-fallen-and-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I&apos;ve fallen and I don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8903683837238214021</id><published>2009-04-11T17:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:12:39.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um, story of my life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8903683837238214021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8903683837238214021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-story-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1193206692826882015</id><published>2009-04-10T13:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:44:35.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another photo</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1193206692826882015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1193206692826882015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-photo.html' title='another photo'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sd-Tj4lyCiI/AAAAAAAADNE/Nqi51MHrTEc/s72-c/3298853134_2d779b24d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6039428538185434717</id><published>2009-04-10T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:31:54.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a hard rains gonna fall</title><summary type='text'>it's amazing to see how strong-willed these men are. There have been many posts (on flickr) of amputees with prostheses trying to move on with their lives. I hope I can be that strong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6039428538185434717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6039428538185434717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/hard-rains-gonna-fall.html' title='a hard rains gonna fall'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sd-QkL43fvI/AAAAAAAADM8/ntsETmgVWoY/s72-c/3300072206_a115662300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5479712439135073197</id><published>2009-04-10T12:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:39:45.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strange love</title><summary type='text'>this is an interesting and kind of scary sight:The Venus Project</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5479712439135073197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5479712439135073197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-love.html' title='strange love'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sd-ESm8wOMI/AAAAAAAADM0/7sLg2TQsynU/s72-c/mariculture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-1623515344605527504</id><published>2009-04-09T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:32:30.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The night they drove old dixie down</title><summary type='text'>I think the reason I like dead things, or a more all-encompassing idea would be unfortunate things, is because I subconsciously can tell myself that I'm not in that position. That what I'm looking at as a fault I experience in my life, or being upset by things are not as big of a deal as getting my face blown off by shrapnel or contracting leprosy. I am lucky, I am still unhappy (sometimes), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1623515344605527504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/1623515344605527504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-they-drove-old-dixie-down.html' title='The night they drove old dixie down'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3796534495234223107</id><published>2009-04-07T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:51:07.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she's kind of dangerous</title><summary type='text'>I just longggg to be held right now, in London, by my man-boy-lover. Not for any one reason, but I want my comfort-blanket back again. Damn British Visa people hurry the fuck up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3796534495234223107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3796534495234223107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-kind-of-dangerous.html' title='she&apos;s kind of dangerous'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-3991448061641705170</id><published>2009-04-05T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:19:46.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camus</title><summary type='text'>"Till four in the morning one is seldom doing anything and at that hour, even if the night has been a night of betrayal, one is asleep. Yes, everyone sleeps at that hour, and this is reassuring, since the great longing of an unquiet heart is to possess constantly and consciously the loved one, or, failing that, to be able to plunge the loved one, when a time of absence intervenes, into a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3991448061641705170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/3991448061641705170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/camus.html' title='Camus'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2442656058089278678</id><published>2009-04-01T17:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:42:02.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you parade around</title><summary type='text'>it's been a while. I've been working hard on my final photo project and have finally printed it all out. I will now show the promised booty pictures (obviously click to enlarge):what started it all, the idea of communication in a long distance relationship:and then the intimacies of being together:and intimacies from one another/to remind us of one another:there's more images for context, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2442656058089278678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2442656058089278678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-parade-around.html' title='you parade around'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SdPsYl_nuyI/AAAAAAAADME/KfSs-MkidsU/s72-c/Skype_scramble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4715611316173907203</id><published>2009-03-25T22:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:31:03.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>days with my father</title><summary type='text'>this is an unbelievably beautiful story/photo essay. Please take the time to read and look at it:Days With My Father</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4715611316173907203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4715611316173907203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/03/days-with-my-father.html' title='days with my father'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Scr2b8FNtiI/AAAAAAAADL8/FD8nNQTaq-M/s72-c/days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-6039607781133099134</id><published>2009-03-23T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:46:52.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll be so good for me</title><summary type='text'>purrrfect. This cat, well one like it, will be mine one day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6039607781133099134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/6039607781133099134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-be-so-good-for-me.html' title='you&apos;ll be so good for me'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5313630265950160775</id><published>2009-03-22T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:58:10.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for us</title><summary type='text'>I sometimes hate being a purist. One example is watching a series of films, or, re-watching them. I have to see them all in order, can't skip around, and definitely won't forgo watching one because everyone else is already one step ahead. I'm in this situation now, damn having too much work. Kinda sucks because now I have to sit out of the last film in the Star Wars series as well to keep with my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5313630265950160775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5313630265950160775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-us.html' title='for us'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2658691994548259565</id><published>2009-03-21T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:23:52.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how was the festival</title><summary type='text'>Just ate perhaps the best lunch of my life... yogurt, baguette, variety of greek olives, and fresh mozzarella with pesto and bruschetta sauces alongside. mmmm and orange juice of course</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2658691994548259565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2658691994548259565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-was-festival.html' title='how was the festival'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-5069494209934352314</id><published>2009-03-20T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:43:03.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>artists</title><summary type='text'>I hate it when I look/listen to an album and know it will never feel the same as it did the first few times I listened to it. Granted, it's nice to have a warmth and comfort within a song, but there's nothing better than hearing a song that kicks your ass, that brings fear to your ears. This moment was stated in the last episode of Freaks and Geeks, it seems to be an equivalent to how smokers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5069494209934352314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/5069494209934352314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/03/artists.html' title='artists'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-8170535698148235773</id><published>2009-03-17T18:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:18:58.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We tell stories</title><summary type='text'>it's been a little while since posting. I was in London for spring break visiting my one and only. We went to Paris as well. Quite a lot of walking, my shoes didn't hold up too well which led to exhausted feet and body. Oh I belong in Europe so much more than America. However, it isn't the same when I'm walking around alone versus with lover boy like I had to do when he was with Mrs. Posh Spice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8170535698148235773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/8170535698148235773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-tell-stories.html' title='We tell stories'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/ScAu75OsZXI/AAAAAAAADL0/2MawZUUPoNE/s72-c/00170m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4614269591030588018</id><published>2009-02-27T19:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:33:39.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will</title><summary type='text'>as corny as this seems to be made out to be the idea of a wild animal remembering it's owners is crazy, especially since it didn't try and kill them:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4614269591030588018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4614269591030588018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will.html' title='I will'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-2182819584891261149</id><published>2009-02-26T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:19:20.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a pleasure</title><summary type='text'>why was I not this kid?damn the 60's would have been amazing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2182819584891261149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/2182819584891261149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-pleasure.html' title='Always a pleasure'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-4158604166130943382</id><published>2009-02-26T16:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:39:15.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep sleep sleep</title><summary type='text'>I think the one upside for a (very) long distance relationship is when I get to visit... next week! London and NOW Paris as well. mmmmmm. So excellent. There's also this amazing feeling in the reunion when everything is perfect and super happy and fresh all over again. I wouldn't necessarily recommend getting into a long distance thing, but there can be upsides found in nice little places.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4158604166130943382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/4158604166130943382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleep-sleep-sleep.html' title='sleep sleep sleep'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5045514189848581516.post-759410492411829401</id><published>2009-02-23T21:34:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:03:14.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sloppy</title><summary type='text'>my most recent project. The statement, students are exhausted. Tried imitating Irving Penn and Richard Avedon...click to enlarge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/759410492411829401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5045514189848581516/posts/default/759410492411829401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cerebratesara.blogspot.com/2009/02/sloppy.html' title='sloppy'/><author><name>Sarabee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472409171996986375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/Sn-iHbfo_uI/AAAAAAAADSw/MKAUXcmGsi4/S220/3139_1097568116271_1138650021_30350149_3441018_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LB9iiItevOo/SaNxautAH3I/AAAAAAAADLs/bmjajSkgHcw/s72-c/Robbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
