<?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-943399329487518324</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:00:25.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flighty by Night</title><subtitle type='html'>The goings on in my life, things that are interesting, and all the stuff that I can -or can't- commit to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943399329487518324.post-1781234958274074308</id><published>2008-12-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:46:01.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Asleep</title><content type='html'>I had this dream last night...I was in Hawaii, where my friend A.'s family is. I also dreamt that the airport was set up like a supermarket. I mean, the waiting area consisted of checkout lanes with oodles of weird European magazines. I'm not sure why, but I was so incredibly frustrated. Also, I was swimming in the ocean, off the shore in Maui, when my toes hooked on something. (normally this would freak me out and I would probably have a stroke) I pulled my foot out of the water and a windchime was tangled around it. However, it made a terribly pretty sound when the air hit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943399329487518324-1781234958274074308?l=flightybynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/1781234958274074308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/1781234958274074308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/2008/12/fast-asleep.html' title='Fast Asleep'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943399329487518324.post-3414948307485841057</id><published>2008-12-01T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:22:50.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purely You Jest!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am attempting Veganism. I know you can't believe it, but before you ask me why (you were going to, admit it!) Please, take a look at these links...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nursingdegree.net/blog/19/57-health-benefits-of-going-vegan/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nursingdegree.net/blog/19/57-health-benefits-of-going-vegan/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veganfoodpyramid.com"&gt;http://www.veganfoodpyramid.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or don't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Lindsey/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943399329487518324-3414948307485841057?l=flightybynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/3414948307485841057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/3414948307485841057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/2008/12/purely-you-jest.html' title='Purely You Jest!'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943399329487518324.post-1105480000226795171</id><published>2008-12-01T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:27:08.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate (one of) The Four Seasons</title><content type='html'>After my post discussing my passion for golden oldies, i've been on a Franki Valli and the Four Seasons kick recently. Since it's that time of year, I decided to share with you "Oh, What a Night" (December 1963). Makes me wanna put on some roller skates and get frisky. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liyiT_DGREA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/liyiT_DGREA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943399329487518324-1105480000226795171?l=flightybynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/1105480000226795171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/1105480000226795171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrate-one-of-four-seasons.html' title='Celebrate (one of) The Four Seasons'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943399329487518324.post-1301038474103875739</id><published>2008-12-01T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:51:10.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>"If you're a straight man, and you cut hair, you better sure as hell call yourself a barber."&lt;br /&gt;-my friend, the first A., giving me some comic relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943399329487518324-1301038474103875739?l=flightybynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/1301038474103875739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/1301038474103875739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/2008/12/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943399329487518324.post-2023885581090627584</id><published>2008-11-30T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:22:44.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, December</title><content type='html'>The holiday season can be a fun time, but it's pretty common to get the winter doldrums as well. I mean, I think it makes anyone sad when the sun sets at 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things to look forward to during the last month of 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Holiday" coffee drinks (ok, warm alcoholic beverages, too)&lt;br /&gt;2. The few days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; finals week, when the feeling of scholarly freedom is fresh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Loads of warm blankets on the bed (even better if you have someone to share it with)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; on Christmas day (Woo hoo F. Scott Fitzgerald! I don't know about you all, but while my family is breaking things and yelling at each other, I will be at the cinemas, seeing this)&lt;br /&gt;5. Idealistic hopes for the new year (Older, wiser, and perhaps a new years resolution that will be kept)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943399329487518324-2023885581090627584?l=flightybynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/2023885581090627584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/2023885581090627584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-december.html' title='Oh, December'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943399329487518324.post-8954405656663326402</id><published>2008-11-29T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:07:22.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridging the Gen. Gap</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen/heard the new Adidas (yes, the shoe, and yes, I know it's not 1995) campaign with all the really famous people partying with a bunch of average joes? Yea, it's alright. But what's particularly fun about it is the tunes! "Beggin'" is a song, written and recorded in the 1970's by Franki Valli and the Four Seasons. Some people aren't very fond of using old music to promote new ideas (ex: anytime a current music artist "samples" an old, excellent piece of music. Do any youngsters even know where Kanye got his genius for 'Stronger'? Anyone? Oh, Anywho...)&lt;br /&gt;As a lover of (very) golden oldies, this happens to rock my world. If you haven't yet, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT3Jj9OGMA0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT3Jj9OGMA0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943399329487518324-8954405656663326402?l=flightybynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/8954405656663326402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/8954405656663326402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/2008/11/bridging-gen-gap.html' title='Bridging the Gen. Gap'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943399329487518324.post-5007260503571454745</id><published>2008-11-29T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:34:06.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the Worst Things</title><content type='html'>I consider myself to be fairly, err, somewhat wise regarding people. By my 23rd year of life I would like to say that I am by now a good judge of character. After all, you're supposed to 'know better' at some point, right? For example, last night at Russian River, out with some friends of mine, I saw a decently, ok, really cute guy. Somehow, he ended up giving me his number. The interesting thing is that he was a real prick. I'm serious. I understand the whole teasy-flirty thing, but this guy really surprised me. I'm not sure what the point was regarding his behavior. Apparently, it's been so long since i've been on the dating scene that the whole style of effective flirting has evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I have to come to terms with the fact that I'm still attracting assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943399329487518324-5007260503571454745?l=flightybynight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/5007260503571454745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943399329487518324/posts/default/5007260503571454745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flightybynight.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-worst-things.html' title='One of the Worst Things'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13726056668544393519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
