<?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-800756853149468291</id><updated>2012-02-13T05:02:19.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouth of Babbs</title><subtitle type='html'>Against my better judgment, I'm going to tell some stories and share some thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7805115691395122098</id><published>2012-02-12T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:37:44.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' for the city</title><summary type='text'>
Just witnessed a little old lady get crazy on the bus. Her pass was expired, but she sat down anyway. When the bus driver confronted her about it she flew off the handle (so much disrespect, she's 86, etc.). Finally the bus driver says, "Ma'am, no need to holler. I see you every Sunday, just get your pass renewed by next week." The lady [throws her walker across the center aisle, struggles to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7805115691395122098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7805115691395122098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7805115691395122098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7805115691395122098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/livin-for-city.html' title='Livin&apos; for the city'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29cc9jZsXiQ/TzgeM0rv32I/AAAAAAAABog/8t8yESewFto/s72-c/postcard-chicago-elks-war-memorial-tour-bus-chicago-sight-seeing-company-1940s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5030439241972217058</id><published>2012-02-10T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:21:49.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIPITY PIPITY POW right here next to you</title><summary type='text'>

I'LL BE KNOCKING OUT BEAUTIFUL POETRY THIS WHOLE GODDAMN FLIGHT
 by Sean Adams

Pop quiz: “Just breaking lines, blowing minds.” Is this A, a saying  that I live by; B, what’s printed on the flagship coffee mug of my line  of “Inspirational Cups for Inspired Poets” (available on Etsy); or C,  what I’ll be doing until the tray tables go up and the electronics power  down? The answer is E, all of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5030439241972217058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5030439241972217058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5030439241972217058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5030439241972217058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/pipity-pipity-pow-right-here-next-to.html' title='PIPITY PIPITY POW right here next to you'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qXPUCC4WRg/TzVssbRE_CI/AAAAAAAABoU/XkXky9sRMIM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1773959765602204775</id><published>2012-02-09T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:45:31.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the first day of NY Fashion Week and it's Nat'l Read in Your Bathtub Day</title><summary type='text'>


I won't be celebrating either one, but they both make me a little happy. To kick off Fashion Week, Marc Jacobs launched a South Park-themed t-shirt line to raise money for skin cancer. And the article about it mentioned that he was featured on South Park! They say he really loved that. I would have posted the clip, but I just didn't think it was that funny (that happens more often than not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1773959765602204775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1773959765602204775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1773959765602204775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1773959765602204775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/today-is-first-day-of-ny-fashion-week.html' title='Today is the first day of NY Fashion Week and it&apos;s Nat&apos;l Read in Your Bathtub Day'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHePyf6n3fg/TzQanJgbYGI/AAAAAAAABn8/YBKQ-J0NVRg/s72-c/southparkwide.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7843991207240145721</id><published>2012-02-07T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:00:21.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow is in, as usual</title><summary type='text'>I love The Simpsons. I think my mother is the only person I know who doesn't  love The Simpsons. I haven't watched it regularly in years, but it's brilliant. I don't have time to get into all the reasons why I  think so, but I love it when the internet gets creative and gives me another reason. A couple of weeks ago there was some internet buzz about a French website that compiled Simpsons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7843991207240145721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7843991207240145721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7843991207240145721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7843991207240145721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/yellow-is-in-as-usual.html' title='Yellow is in, as usual'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOZdcB7mFmQ/TzBR31WupZI/AAAAAAAABmw/wiTfDO-NYAY/s72-c/image.img.1327657545139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-348452570481079399</id><published>2012-02-06T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:33:19.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring out how to live...</title><summary type='text'>  
Juan Gabriel Vásquez [Interviewer]: At the end of the first chapter of your novel    Freedom [2010], a neighbour says about your characters, the Berglunds: “I    don’t think they’ve figured out yet how to live.” Do you think this line    sums up the novel? And is that what fiction should do, ask how to live? Jonathan Franzen [Writer]: Well, my gut says no, that’s not what the novel’s    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/348452570481079399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=348452570481079399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/348452570481079399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/348452570481079399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/figuring-out-how-to-live.html' title='Figuring out how to live...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrKmq658DPw/TzBD-HyGr6I/AAAAAAAABmk/VcS-yp271TM/s72-c/4324132438_ca3e75d4af_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-6732656913602770102</id><published>2012-02-02T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:33:51.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder what other people think about you?</title><summary type='text'>
1. You can go here to find out who Google thinks you are. Google thinks I'm male when I'm on my phone, and I'm not sure what to make of that. But above is the screenshot of who they think I am when on my laptop. Trans-gender? Yup. Have a feeling that word is gonna bring in some interesting spam. And I'm obviously doing a lot of serious things on the internet. "Body Art" is a mystery, since I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6732656913602770102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=6732656913602770102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6732656913602770102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6732656913602770102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/wonder-what-other-people-think-about.html' title='Wonder what other people think about you?'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcToauDRDiQ/TytJjAykN_I/AAAAAAAABlw/NBB942tNy0Q/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8578615325833285630</id><published>2012-02-02T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:13:11.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chatty-smooch</title><summary type='text'>

Cuuuuute. It's the first on-screen kiss. Scandalized its day, undoubtedly. This video popped up last week or so. Can't remember where or why. I don't know what's up with my memory these days. Maybe it's because I'm not sleeping well. I'd like to blame that, anyway. I'm usually like Truman Capote...well not quite, but I was told that once. Ha. I guess I've never been that good at keeping my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8578615325833285630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8578615325833285630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8578615325833285630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8578615325833285630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/chatty-smooch.html' title='chatty-smooch'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IUyTcpvTPu0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7744090917288236212</id><published>2012-02-02T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:15:54.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipster's Delight</title><summary type='text'>
Brite Futures - Too Young To Kill from thatgo on Vimeo.



When I first heard this song I felt like I had heard it before. I googled it. Nothing. Was it in a movie or a commercial or something? It might just be one of those catchy-ass pop songs. The rest of their album is indie-pop-goodness. Fun little hooks and mindless lyrics. One song basically just repeats, "You're invited to my party!" or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7744090917288236212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7744090917288236212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7744090917288236212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7744090917288236212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/02/hipsters-delight.html' title='Hipster&apos;s Delight'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-9007330884770241</id><published>2012-01-31T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:32:19.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat it up.</title><summary type='text'> 

The Moonrise Kingdom trailer is kind of like Thanksgiving dinner. At first you're thinking, "Seriously, again?" Then you get a little taste and you're like, "Oh man, I forget how much I love this stuff. Gimme more." Ya... maybe that's not my best, but I'm tired and I've been working all day. What I'm trying to say is: Wes Anderson may have his schtick, but I eat it up. Ha, get it? I can't help</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9007330884770241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=9007330884770241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/9007330884770241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/9007330884770241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/eat-it-up.html' title='Eat it up.'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eP0QJ_Ba1Bs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3236376145307733418</id><published>2012-01-31T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:09:25.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fanstastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore is on iTunes Movies for FREE!</title><summary type='text'>
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore from Moonbot Studios on Vimeo.



This cute short is an Academy Award nominee this year. It's sad and sweet and features living books that love you back. 

via I forget who, on twitter via Moonbot Studios
[you can watch it here or get it on iTunes for free--and in fancy HD--here]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3236376145307733418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3236376145307733418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3236376145307733418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3236376145307733418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/fanstastic-flying-books-of-mr-morris.html' title='The Fanstastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore is on iTunes Movies for FREE!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8283142524500726284</id><published>2012-01-30T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:30:01.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe-raham Lincoln</title><summary type='text'> 

Regardless of your political persuasion, can we just all agree that Mr. President is a total babe? He's singing Al Green for goodness' sake. *Swoon*  


p.s. In case you didn't get it: it's pronounced Babe-rah-ham, like Abraham with a 'B' in front. It was originally used in reference to a woman, but guys can be babes too. And I know it isn't new, but I'm giving the the pronunciation b/c I used</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8283142524500726284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8283142524500726284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8283142524500726284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8283142524500726284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/babe-raham-lincoln.html' title='Babe-raham Lincoln'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y6uHR90Sq6k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-6755965969070344655</id><published>2012-01-28T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:58:45.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Internet!...guess I got my swagga back</title><summary type='text'>
via Jezebel

Spoiler after the jump.










Did you lose it when Catsik (or I guess this is Exkitten?) throws his arms in the air?! Ha! I did. That's my favorite part.

So, since I promised myself I'd take a break from a few of my internet distractions this week, I've been keeping a list of the things I would have blogged had I not been on restriction...welp that list is into the teens! See, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6755965969070344655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=6755965969070344655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6755965969070344655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6755965969070344655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/yo-internetguess-i-got-my-swagga-back.html' title='Yo Internet!...guess I got my swagga back'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wDedomXHElA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2810084443684383295</id><published>2012-01-21T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:41:50.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the tiger and more pep</title><summary type='text'>
As usual, I know what you're thinking. "Does this woman ever get off the stinkin' internet? Sweet mother of God!" Well, no, I don't. But I need to. My iPhone has totally ruined me. I used to go days (a week even, *brushes shoulder off*) without going on (even thinking of) fb. Those days are no more (can I blame the move? This is a valid excuse, right?). But the fb app doesn't show me everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2810084443684383295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2810084443684383295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2810084443684383295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2810084443684383295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/eye-of-tiger-and-more-pep.html' title='Eye of the tiger and more pep'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDO6yXhvvs8/Txsj9M2EcWI/AAAAAAAABlc/A6n20yoLvpw/s72-c/rocky-trailer-title-still-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2534217152634481793</id><published>2012-01-17T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:43:27.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#longlivetheinternet</title><summary type='text'>
PROTECT IP / SOPA Breaks The Internet from Fight for the Future on Vimeo.


You know how I love the web. So, of course, these kinds of scare tactics work on me. There's a lot of speculation in this video, but it's something to think about. Go here if you want to send a form letter to your Senator. If you think all the fuss is unwarranted and/or these new regulations are a good thing, I'd love to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2534217152634481793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2534217152634481793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2534217152634481793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2534217152634481793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/longlivetheinternet.html' title='#longlivetheinternet'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8067736259751789894</id><published>2012-01-17T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:40:40.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><summary type='text'>
It feels like winter (in every sense).
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Rugrats from Alia Shawkat      
Disclaimer: You have to know the cartoon "Rugrats" to find this funny.

#thankstwitter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/867175162145399191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=867175162145399191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/867175162145399191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/867175162145399191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/sure-to-be-most-amazing-and-disturbing.html' title='Sure to be the most amazing (and disturbing) movie of 2012: (live-action) Rugrats'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-896335149423300937</id><published>2012-01-11T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:40:00.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Thoughtz [Explicit]</title><summary type='text'>
(I'm not sure if you have to know who Damien Hirst is to find this funny, but either way give it a go...)

If you like art and/or have a superficial knowledge of the art world (like myself) AND you enjoy comedians who offend you or make fun of you (is this a white people thing?) AND (don't say I didn't warn you) you are prepared to see a few penises (Hennessy thinks they're really funny, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/896335149423300937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=896335149423300937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/896335149423300937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/896335149423300937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/art-thoughtz-explicit.html' title='Art Thoughtz [Explicit]'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5y_8DWg5W0w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2379820402806561265</id><published>2012-01-11T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:52:20.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool to see</title><summary type='text'>

Walk Off The Earth perform "Somebody that I used to know" (Gotye cover). Never heard of this band or this song before. But it's pretty cool to see.

#thankstwitter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2379820402806561265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2379820402806561265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2379820402806561265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2379820402806561265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/cool-to-see.html' title='cool to see'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d9NF2edxy-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2165128884951709843</id><published>2012-01-10T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:11:37.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time</title><summary type='text'>
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Traveled down the road and back again...alright, I'll spare you the whole song. I need a new line, but it's late, and my originality has gone to bed. Have you re-watched any Golden Girls episodes recently? Those old biddies were risqué! And to think of how young we were when we first watched them. 

Anyway, I had such a good time in CA. It was so good to see you (and sad to miss a few of you). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6779227693638507352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=6779227693638507352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6779227693638507352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6779227693638507352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-for-being-friend.html' title='Thank you for being a friend...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgkM5V44-TI/TwgQe_HTJdI/AAAAAAAABkk/-Ga7p_26zbM/s72-c/milkyway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2516443943455946005</id><published>2012-01-07T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:45:18.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep...</title><summary type='text'>And "Firecracker" is stuck in my head. Frazey Ford's voice might be an acquired taste, but I love it. I miss the Be Good Tanyas, but at least Frazey is still writing simple folky songs with a smattering of religious allusions and stories of working-class family life. I eat this stuff up. "Hallelujah, the sparks flew up to heaven..."

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2516443943455946005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2516443943455946005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2516443943455946005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2516443943455946005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KyXhP6prhc0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3991595493827433329</id><published>2012-01-06T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:25:19.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These babies (you don't need to read this, the photos are the best part)</title><summary type='text'>
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 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3991595493827433329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3991595493827433329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3991595493827433329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3991595493827433329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/these-babies-you-dont-need-to-read-this.html' title='These babies (you don&apos;t need to read this, the photos are the best part)'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iabes7xdCM4/TwffGfSbsII/AAAAAAAABjo/4igfHp4-BkA/s72-c/IMG_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7310043326530656650</id><published>2012-01-05T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:52:01.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we're talking shit</title><summary type='text'>"Shit girls say" (ep. 1) and parodies (in descending order of funniness). 







</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7310043326530656650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7310043326530656650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7310043326530656650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7310043326530656650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/since-were-talking-shit.html' title='Since we&apos;re talking shit'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u-yLGIH7W9Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-741175240430268456</id><published>2012-01-05T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:40:02.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese poo steak...</title><summary type='text'>

...is likely a hoax. I did bring this up in conversation with some of you, so I feel responsible for getting the truth out.

If you didn't hear about this story over the holidays it's probably because your dad (a) doesn't watch Fox news or (b) doesn't have the sense of humor of a 15 year-old boy. Seeing as my dad meets both criteria, there was no way I wasn't going to hear about this story. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/741175240430268456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=741175240430268456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/741175240430268456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/741175240430268456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/japanese-poo-steak.html' title='Japanese poo steak...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0MgKi7wK40/TwZNBCJfEHI/AAAAAAAABjg/V52ZHSrsano/s72-c/62924662373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3697489474432344467</id><published>2011-12-27T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:21:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>making up words</title><summary type='text'>You know how we talk about surfing the internet? Well, this is a carryover from tv, from channel-surfing, right? And we also flip through the channels. These metaphors work if what you're doing is flighty, superficial scanning. I'd say I usually surf tumblr or flickr or pinterest (this pastime def puts a new spin on Proverbs 27:20). But when I'm catching up on twitter, a friend's blog, etc., I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3697489474432344467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3697489474432344467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3697489474432344467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3697489474432344467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/12/making-up-words.html' title='making up words'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIYycXZq5n8/TvonvqYmz5I/AAAAAAAABjE/LdM6QNsCBi8/s72-c/2812497877_608bb563b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5976979361189031639</id><published>2011-12-20T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:45:53.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to keep in mind when reaching milestone birthdays</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5976979361189031639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5976979361189031639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5976979361189031639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5976979361189031639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-to-keep-in-mind-when-reaching.html' title='something to keep in mind when reaching milestone birthdays'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDmAavd7rZE/TvDlp6amJBI/AAAAAAAABiw/jbRA-EfWeSg/s72-c/174303448047582713_kLLHH6Tj_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2017910121017780014</id><published>2011-12-18T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:06:28.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Neighbor</title><summary type='text'>

As it turns out, I've been befriending the crazy neighbor. I thought he was just absent-minded and immature, but no I'm pretty sure he's crazy. Just heard him yelling for about 10 minutes on the phone. I was trying to block it out for a bit, but I eventually walked over to the door to listen in and I heard the last line, "YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL WORSE THAN I ALREADY DO!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2017910121017780014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2017910121017780014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2017910121017780014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2017910121017780014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/12/crazy-neighbor.html' title='The Crazy Neighbor'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98eP3dgSmXA/Tu7mY6d8L4I/AAAAAAAABik/DODF0geYmWo/s72-c/ro11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7209282758079369165</id><published>2011-12-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:35:14.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry by Frank O'Hara</title><summary type='text'>


"Now I am quietly waiting forthe catastrophe of my personalityto seem beautiful again,and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey andbrown and white in trees,snows and skies of laughteralways diminishing, less funnynot just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day ofthe year, what does he think ofthat? I mean, what do I? And if I do,perhaps I am myself again."
- Excerpt from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7209282758079369165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7209282758079369165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7209282758079369165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7209282758079369165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetry-by-frank-ohara.html' title='Poetry by Frank O&apos;Hara'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w-aifkEnI6I/Tu68zisvUII/AAAAAAAABiY/2CoQ3YUfwm8/s72-c/2138538996_8d68dd871c_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7316166166052942722</id><published>2011-12-18T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:34:02.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigur Rós Makes Anything Meaningful</title><summary type='text'>A day or two apart, these videos showed up in my twitter feed. Unrelated sources. A perfect pair.


Waves crashing on the Chicago lakeshore from Craig Shimala on Vimeo.




Sigur Ros Makes Anything Meaningful - watch more funny videos      


p.s. These are from a couple of months ago, but I was really busy at the time, so I just emailed the tweets to myself (Can I just give a shout out to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7316166166052942722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7316166166052942722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7316166166052942722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7316166166052942722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/12/sigur-ros-makes-anything-meaningful.html' title='Sigur Rós Makes Anything Meaningful'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4258639526185109432</id><published>2011-12-09T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:38:27.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaming the fruitcake</title><summary type='text'>
I've been sick for the last day and a half or so.  Your general flu-like symptoms. Vom, the works. Plus, some freaky stuff, like a giant, spreading hives-esque rash and extreme fatigue (I ripvanwinkled away my Thursday.  And if you've ever had to work 12+ hour days just to keep your head above water and suddenly find yourself giving one up right in the middle of your busy season, that's some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4258639526185109432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4258639526185109432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4258639526185109432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4258639526185109432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/12/blaming-fruitcake.html' title='Blaming the fruitcake'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eVAEoPhl4pE/TuIitxBw5AI/AAAAAAAABhw/igxaLlvzF7Y/s72-c/panettone_con_candele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8481026633315448800</id><published>2011-12-06T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:46:56.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction: It was Pascal, not Twain, who said that</title><summary type='text'>Because I don't have a gajillion more important things to be reading (sarcasm, hyperbole), I read an article on internet quotes that are frequently attributed to the wrong authors (often attributed to famous authors, when the actual author remains unknown). 

And, lo, the quote (below) that I (blindly following some 90's-esque website, fool) attributed to Mark Twain, was actually (in the actual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8481026633315448800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8481026633315448800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8481026633315448800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8481026633315448800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/12/correction-it-was-pascal-not-twain-who.html' title='Correction: It was Pascal, not Twain, who said that'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U3iKZn4c5fk/Tt5Qglt70OI/AAAAAAAABhk/M5KoUkn415w/s72-c/tumblr_lpyxdjfrn51qfy7hfo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-6255128872738360448</id><published>2011-11-29T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:02:55.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons on graduate students</title><summary type='text'>

I was thinking about the episode when Marge, Lisa, and Bart are in a movie theater and Bart is tormenting a grad student sitting alone up front. I couldn't remember what happened, but I remembered I thought it was funny.  Did a quick search. Didn't find the episode, but to my delight, I found that someone put together a few different scenes where the Simpsons mock grad students. 

Enjoy


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</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7608355234863227687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7608355234863227687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7608355234863227687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7608355234863227687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/11/train-of-thought-gonna-take-you-there.html' title='Train of thought gonna take you there...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zk6DPgh-8VA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5643528567012969193</id><published>2011-11-04T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:39:24.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm pretty sure I said something almost exactly like this in several hideously long emails sent to my pitiable friends and family in the last few months</title><summary type='text'>
I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead. 

-Mark Twain

Looking up an out of print book for a prof just now, and the (really ugly, early 90's inspired) website generates quotes on each new page. This one (above) just popped up and I thought, "whuuu, that's so me." And then I thought, I bet that's so a lot of you, too. So here you go. #longlivetheinternet

p.s. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5643528567012969193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5643528567012969193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5643528567012969193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5643528567012969193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-pretty-sure-i-said-something-almost.html' title='I&apos;m pretty sure I said something almost exactly like this in several hideously long emails sent to my pitiable friends and family in the last few months'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItcQeI-Loa4/TrQxOgzlscI/AAAAAAAABhU/dQtK23dxlVg/s72-c/twain_DorothyQuick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7591186279290425193</id><published>2011-10-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:41:34.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is one of those days</title><summary type='text'>I can't get anything done. I feel terribly guilty about it. So I'm just laying here, watching kittens on youtube, feeling guilty about that. I need a pet. A robotic one, though, so I don't get stressed out by the extra responsibility. Or maybe just a friend to come roll around on my couch or my bed at the end of the day and not really require me to say much. Ha. But seriously...I miss my old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7591186279290425193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7591186279290425193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7591186279290425193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7591186279290425193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-one-of-those-days.html' title='today is one of those days'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-2GPlzGaSg/TpT3I2ypOxI/AAAAAAAABg8/7e63CB-v21Q/s72-c/I-need-a-new-perspective-on-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2078844785484747714</id><published>2011-09-22T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:27:15.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hip bump is the new fist bump</title><summary type='text'>Of course, it's not, but in a perfect world...it would be so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2078844785484747714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2078844785484747714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2078844785484747714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2078844785484747714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/09/hip-bump-is-new-fist-bump.html' title='the hip bump is the new fist bump'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I_gVUNJ8cbE/TnvSEodRSaI/AAAAAAAABg0/tu8Cmk9fgnk/s72-c/5039903626_6461abc591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-6706031353129361275</id><published>2011-09-17T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:50:27.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what I'm talkin' about</title><summary type='text'>

Remember I was moody and self-conscious and insecure about my writing/speech style in my last confessional post? Confessional posting is awkward but therapeutic. I was just being honest, so I'm only a little sorry about that.

If you'll suffer me to justify myself just a little more, I just want to say: I like a little spunk, a little unconventional phrasing, a pre-teen acronym, a dropped comma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6706031353129361275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=6706031353129361275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6706031353129361275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6706031353129361275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-what-im-talkin-about.html' title='That&apos;s what I&apos;m talkin&apos; about'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysqE7ArXwLo/TnWEW5ctimI/AAAAAAAABgs/ACnuHAh6C8Y/s72-c/tumblr_lf9awjw2gI1qbiigxo1_400-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5911643905770589463</id><published>2011-08-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:33:41.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These ladies are helping a little</title><summary type='text'>

Been listening to The Wailin' Jennys Live at the Mauch Chuck Opera House...on repeat. Here are some of the other songs on the album (these are not the actual recordings, but these are the songs with just the right mix of somberness and hope).

Begin

One voice

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5911643905770589463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5911643905770589463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5911643905770589463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5911643905770589463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/08/these-ladies-are-helping-little.html' title='These ladies are helping a little'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4x_IyJO9djA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3515631801884666615</id><published>2011-08-30T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:16:38.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things I'm starting...</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to think my blog is being superannuated by facebook, google+, twitter, and instagram. Getting an iphone opened pandora's box. I know I can sync them all, but I'm not sure I want to. Google+ is exactly what I need--a way to filter the things I share so I can be sure to delight/not-alienate my various circles of acquaintance--but not enough of my friends use it. And sometimes it's hard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3515631801884666615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3515631801884666615' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3515631801884666615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3515631801884666615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-things-im-starting.html' title='Some things I&apos;m starting...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBgfuBROxGo/Tl2ZapAG93I/AAAAAAAABf8/-WFCW7oK0o4/s72-c/hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-60122860060458837</id><published>2011-08-30T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:25:54.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 thing I learned on my first day of school</title><summary type='text'>Joshua James is my epistemology prof's favorite young artist. Pretty good, no? Just based off my first listen I'm not bowled over or anything, but his passion and lyrics are impressive.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/60122860060458837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=60122860060458837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/60122860060458837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/60122860060458837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/08/1-thing-i-learned-on-my-first-day-of.html' title='1 thing I learned on my first day of school'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4ioX4RF8eH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-778310675214627486</id><published>2011-07-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:21:40.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Kurt Vile. Older record: Childish Prodigy. Video is nothing to write home about but the song is great</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/778310675214627486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=778310675214627486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/778310675214627486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/778310675214627486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-kurt-vile-older-record-childish.html' title='More Kurt Vile. Older record: Childish Prodigy. Video is nothing to write home about but the song is great'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mdIXrcH7QLU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5726117982915571180</id><published>2011-07-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:06:10.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist: Kurt Vile/ Song: Baby's Arms/ Album: Smoke Ring for a Halo/ Director: Todd Cole</title><summary type='text'>

Remember when MTV showed music videos? I miss those days.

This video is seriously cool. It follows a day in the life of a young couple in East LA (warning: video contains make-out sessions and drug paraphernalia). They're a real couple and the video is of things they actually do, in places they actually go. So, it's a mini-documentary/music video. The song is also awesome. The photographer/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5726117982915571180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5726117982915571180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5726117982915571180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5726117982915571180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/07/artist-kurt-vile-song-babys-arms-album.html' title='Artist: Kurt Vile/ Song: Baby&apos;s Arms/ Album: Smoke Ring for a Halo/ Director: Todd Cole'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/63KB-EJKdyI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1271751772255537296</id><published>2011-07-02T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:12:55.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone, gettin high on dopamine</title><summary type='text'>After 5 days of staying with strangers (though v cool, down-to-earth, accommodating strangers) and sharing a bedroom with my brother (the one that is generally the yin to my yang), I am taking a break from social interaction, hiding out in my bedroom all day, doing my best to avoid the zillions of people coming in and out of my house. And as I was laying here I started thinking how soothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1271751772255537296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1271751772255537296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1271751772255537296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1271751772255537296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/07/alone-gettin-high-on-dopamine.html' title='alone, gettin high on dopamine'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuGJpMbkTD0/Tg-k7D6x1tI/AAAAAAAABcY/OiY765OSsXo/s72-c/rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-6385766859352401809</id><published>2011-06-26T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:50:18.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are some perks to working at Chotchkie's</title><summary type='text'> (re: photo, none of my co-workers is as obnoxious as Brian at Chotchkie's)

Today, as I was clocking-out at work, J. a young (20ish) expo says to me, "Babbs, you look like you're getting younger." I busted up laughing and my face turned beet red. I was flattered, obviously.  And what an odd, if endearing, thing to say to a person.  I told him I was resisting the urge to hug him and that that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6385766859352401809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=6385766859352401809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6385766859352401809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6385766859352401809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-some-perks-to-working-at.html' title='There are some perks to working at Chotchkie&apos;s'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZDPOW44BZs/TggJaCz_hJI/AAAAAAAABcQ/HeHLkmu0pBo/s72-c/fictional_restaurants_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7373259642513406478</id><published>2011-06-14T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:51:58.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What song are you listening to?</title><summary type='text'> 



Listen in on the soundtracks of city folk in New York and London.

(Can't embed the one from London for some reason follow the link to youtube, where you can also get the tracklist!)

via kottke</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7373259642513406478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7373259642513406478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7373259642513406478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7373259642513406478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-song-are-you-listening-to.html' title='What song are you listening to?'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-681692657173714645</id><published>2011-06-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:18:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokey Lafarge and the South City Three, "Claude Jones" and "Drinkin Whiskey Tonight"</title><summary type='text'>

New folky, bluesy music made to sound old-timey. They call it "riverboat soul." My taste is pretty predictable, sorry. This is good though, right?

via the lovely and talented Alice Young, her facebook post is where I originally heard of them, I think.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/681692657173714645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=681692657173714645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/681692657173714645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/681692657173714645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/06/pokey-lafarge-and-south-city-three.html' title='Pokey Lafarge and the South City Three, &quot;Claude Jones&quot; and &quot;Drinkin Whiskey Tonight&quot;'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/55v3om5T7OY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1278408371374005268</id><published>2011-06-03T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:39:37.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you see this? It's awesome.</title><summary type='text'>So, this guy (not pictured) installs some software (I think it's called "Hidden") on his macbook and it allows you to take remote photos from your laptop. So when his macbook was stolen, the guy who stole the macbook didn't know that he was being watched (and eventually tracked down). The blog is super short and tells an interesting little story, worth checking out (more photos, too).  Poor guy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1278408371374005268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1278408371374005268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1278408371374005268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1278408371374005268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/06/did-you-see-this-its-awesome.html' title='Did you see this? It&apos;s awesome.'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FExcaIY6M2s/TekomdrqhOI/AAAAAAAABcI/RgGCYLATnss/s72-c/t1larg.thisguy.courtesy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4967819318335492999</id><published>2011-06-03T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:22:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Françoise Hardy "Je t'aime"</title><summary type='text'>

if I used tags, these would be them (poor grammar?): oldiesbutgoodies, wherehipsterscomefrom, frenchgamine, whitenoisesoundtrack</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4967819318335492999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4967819318335492999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4967819318335492999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4967819318335492999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/06/francoise-hardy-je-taime.html' title='Françoise Hardy &quot;Je t&apos;aime&quot;'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-474172029811511069</id><published>2011-05-18T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:20:19.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who wants to run in the mud?</title><summary type='text'>
I'm running in the Irvine Lake Mud Run on July 17th with a friend who put a team together. It's an open team, more people can join. Who's in?

p.s. The photo of the adorable little girl in the mud is from an article on how keeping little girls too clean is probably leading them to develop asthma, allergies, and other similar ailments at a higher rate than boys. Snelsons, get Junie to a mud pit, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/474172029811511069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=474172029811511069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/474172029811511069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/474172029811511069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-wants-to-run-in-mud.html' title='who wants to run in the mud?'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNRFXHuwZZM/TdSoOLbpHjI/AAAAAAAABcA/3WkBdLAzwTU/s72-c/hygiene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2888409702740039234</id><published>2011-05-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:04:17.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who wants to quit your day job/phd program and start a girl group?</title><summary type='text'>
Alex Winston | Choice Notes | A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.


p.s. We can paint our nails black, and I'll play the egg-shaker.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2888409702740039234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2888409702740039234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2888409702740039234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2888409702740039234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-wants-to-quit-your-day-jobphd.html' title='who wants to quit your day job/phd program and start a girl group?'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-492499746429380495</id><published>2011-05-18T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:58:45.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy hunting and the new b&amp;b</title><summary type='text'>I'm going apartment-hunting in Chicago at the end of June. My brother Matt decided he wants to come with, so that'll be fun (and an interesting experiment, since he and I have never vacationed together, and we tend to butt-heads pretty often--he starts it, of course). The trip is going to be full of experiments and firsts, I think. But I'm especially interested to see how our lodging turns out.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/492499746429380495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=492499746429380495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/492499746429380495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/492499746429380495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-hunting-and-new-b.html' title='happy hunting and the new b&amp;b'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PH_V4ilZdG0/TdSEpm8BVgI/AAAAAAAABb0/_zhHmMr78KM/s72-c/2576938553_4272ede833_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4133769359744782715</id><published>2011-05-07T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:53:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A final analysis of DNA calculates the odds of it being anyone else at one in 11.8 quadrillion."</title><summary type='text'>This is a line from a CBS story about OBL. And I'm quoting it because I love when news stories use numbers like this. 11.8 quadrillion. It's like they're just making stuff up to really blow our hair back. But maybe this is just to show that I don't get out much, since a quick glance across the interwebs reveals quadrillion is just what comes after a trillion, uuugggh I hate it when the facts take</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4133769359744782715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4133769359744782715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4133769359744782715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4133769359744782715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-analysis-of-dna-calculates-odds.html' title='&quot;A final analysis of DNA calculates the odds of it being anyone else at one in 11.8 quadrillion.&quot;'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8694134715422973342</id><published>2011-04-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:03:28.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: the faith of aspiring creative-types (like me): Don't lose hope!</title><summary type='text'>

Ira Glass is a great storyteller. I admire him for that. And this is a pretty encouraging video for aspiring artists and the like (though it's directed at radio/video journalists, I think).

In a way, I gave up on my creative-career aspirations for the reason Ira says you shouldn't. But, I'm getting older and (though I clearly didn't choose the most practical option) the academic philosopher's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8694134715422973342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8694134715422973342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8694134715422973342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8694134715422973342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/04/re-faith-of-amateur-creative-types-like.html' title='Re: the faith of aspiring creative-types (like me): Don&apos;t lose hope!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4223159660158808557</id><published>2011-04-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:23:49.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday treat: Ray LaMontagne cover of Gnarls Barkeley</title><summary type='text'>http://www.mediafire.com/?b919vigt1s9crzy

song via Penny. can't get this mp3 player via google reader via Gordon to work.

p.s. What's the deal? Traffic was so light today I felt weird and twilight-zoney all day. I checked my watch no less than 50 times on my way to school. I couldn't believe I was going over 25mph on the 5 at 9am. Later on my way to tutoring it was exceptionally light again! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4223159660158808557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4223159660158808557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4223159660158808557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4223159660158808557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/04/tuesday-treat-ray-lamontagne-cover-of.html' title='Tuesday treat: Ray LaMontagne cover of Gnarls Barkeley'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4332351281102156906</id><published>2011-04-18T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:17:41.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your LA joys, I'm going to Illinois...</title><summary type='text'> 

Everyone knows already, right? I'm going to Chicago! Anyway, this song is "Going to Chicago Blues" by Count Basie. I was looking for the Peggy Lee version since that's the one I know.  Her voice has been running through my head the last few days singing, "Gooooin to Chicago, sorry I can't take you with me."  Turns out this version is really good too. I think it might be better. And the video </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4332351281102156906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4332351281102156906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4332351281102156906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4332351281102156906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-your-la-joys-im-going-to-illinois.html' title='Keep your LA joys, I&apos;m going to Illinois...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SwpWIEqVLnY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2137496041374667777</id><published>2011-04-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:00:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our rock stars are not like your rock stars.</title><summary type='text'>

I don't remember this commercial from 09. But I was giving a friend, DB, a ride home the other night from a party where we'd been hanging out with a bunch of philosophers/philosophy grad students and a certain philosophy rock star, and DB starts talking about philosophy rock stars in general and so he's describing this commercial and he says "it's totally the same thing in philosophy." So true,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2137496041374667777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2137496041374667777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2137496041374667777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2137496041374667777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-rock-stars-are-not-like-your-rock.html' title='Our rock stars are not like your rock stars.'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fFKwnHJQXsY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7419963419794662500</id><published>2011-04-04T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:08:56.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mini-obsession</title><summary type='text'>            

This performance. This song.  It makes me feel a little empowered and a little self-righteous, like I want to start a local chapter of Open Spaces.  

p.s. Is Régine frickin awesome or what? The voice, the moves, the ice-skater dress, the lil glovelets! GET out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7419963419794662500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7419963419794662500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7419963419794662500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7419963419794662500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/04/mini-obsession.html' title='mini-obsession'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8872836923528044006</id><published>2011-03-08T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:58:21.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#longlivetheinternet</title><summary type='text'>Obviously I'm in full-blown procrastination mode. I suddenly have a hankering to see a quality 80's fantasy film like Labyrinth or something.

via urlesque, this website will rob you of hours of productive time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8872836923528044006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8872836923528044006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8872836923528044006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8872836923528044006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/03/longlivetheinternet.html' title='#longlivetheinternet'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jGp746uPC48/TXaXRjaqLcI/AAAAAAAABYo/rUvvKg6NVYA/s72-c/bestpiconinternet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3438407879076945677</id><published>2011-03-06T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:48:39.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>extra extra read all about it! [ update as per D's request :) ]</title><summary type='text'>This is old news to some of you, but I just wanted to update the post below. I got an assistantship at Loyola! Whether I go there or not, time will tell. It seems highly likely at this point.  I found out that I got in at Knoxville too, but I'm still waiting to hear back about a fellowship they're trying to get me. I haven't heard a peep from any of the other schools.

Here's a rundown of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3438407879076945677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3438407879076945677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3438407879076945677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3438407879076945677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/03/extra-extra-read-all-about-it-update-as.html' title='extra extra read all about it! [ update as per D&apos;s request :) ]'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jXEBOLcGlGg/TXRurUEOuOI/AAAAAAAABYg/bXVTibHjDx4/s72-c/013-newsboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1329893951565872668</id><published>2011-02-28T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:46:13.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When baba incorporates the babelah into his routine, it's all over...forget about it</title><summary type='text'>





I'm not sure what to call this school of dance, but I'm pretty sure I'm a practitioner. I have a hunch it's genetic. It's in my blood! It might be in yours too, but you won't know til you let loose a little. (Speaking of...) I need a dance party. I need a Turkish grandpa too...and the new Radiohead album. Is this mashup fantastic or what?

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Thinking about quotes reminded of Mary in Eternal Sunshine...poor Mary  
MARY: Do you like quotes, Howard? HOWARD: What do you mean?MARY: Oh, you know, like famous quotes? I find reading them inspirational... The "quote of the day" generator on my igoogle homepage is annoying.  I've recognized every quote this week.  They're repeats!  I guess I've had it too long.  Time to get rid of that lil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/581764736999064608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=581764736999064608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/581764736999064608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/581764736999064608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/02/excuse-me-these-quotes-are-stale.html' title='excuse me, these quotes are stale'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TU9Kz9GAnDI/AAAAAAAABWY/BADoGtIZi6A/s72-c/004ETS_Kirsten_Dunst_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2598736907327824640</id><published>2011-01-18T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:57:03.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this explains the 60's and 70's</title><summary type='text'>disclaimer: the video is legit, but in the end it's a book ad. you'll see.


via the Daily Mail via the Daily Beast</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2598736907327824640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2598736907327824640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2598736907327824640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2598736907327824640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-explains-60s-and-70s.html' title='this explains the 60&apos;s and 70&apos;s'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1268646056880459062</id><published>2011-01-10T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:40:57.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running and running and running and running</title><summary type='text'>I signed up to run the LA marathon! I've obviously lost my mind. I do like running but...26 miles? I hope I make it. I've considered running a marathon a few times, but I always felt pretty sure it'd be mind-numbingly boring. Then a few months ago I looked into the LA marathon, and ever since I have been fixated on the course. It goes from Dodger Stadium to Santa Monica Beach, and runs through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1268646056880459062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1268646056880459062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1268646056880459062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1268646056880459062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-and-running-and-running-and.html' title='running and running and running and running'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TSu7tzFLLdI/AAAAAAAABV0/KWxQ-fYCC54/s72-c/119e4b2263927b87_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5808496260615830503</id><published>2011-01-08T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:33:40.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday</title><summary type='text'>The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways, everyday.
-DFW (sometimes I think I like him more as a person than as a writer)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5808496260615830503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5808496260615830503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5808496260615830503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5808496260615830503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2011/01/everyday.html' title='everyday'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TSk6jdGOPSI/AAAAAAAABVs/XoaauXXDiZA/s72-c/David-Wallace_dl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-586349272908826006</id><published>2010-12-15T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:55:28.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the vortex</title><summary type='text'>
The further I move away from LM the stronger the mysterious force just wrecks my life to suck me back in.  I swear this city is some kind of vortex.  I lasted 6 months in LA.  C'est la vie.

p.s. Speaking of vortexes (vortices?), I visited the Oregon Vortex when I was about 10. Spooky-fun. Highly recommended. Isn't there one at Knott's too?
p.p.s. Nothin like moving 10+ roughneck bins full of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/586349272908826006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=586349272908826006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/586349272908826006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/586349272908826006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/12/vortex.html' title='the vortex'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TQnEEWbCyGI/AAAAAAAABVg/m1XzRJWAMvA/s72-c/Airplane_vortex_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4196639523468893507</id><published>2010-11-29T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:56:47.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eleventy-first C.S. Lewis!</title><summary type='text'>

Oh Clive, what would we do without you? The person I pilfered this image from titled it "C.S. Lewis-Heretic" and I think the title's indicative of why so many young people like him.  He's got a wee-rebel-edge to him. In his writings sometimes you get the feeling he doesn't care if he pisses people off. Plus, he smoked. But he was a legitimate Christian and an intellectual and an artist (the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4196639523468893507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4196639523468893507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4196639523468893507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4196639523468893507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-eleventy-first-cs-lewis.html' title='Happy Eleventy-first C.S. Lewis!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TPSBAE_21aI/AAAAAAAABVY/8qEXwh0JjLk/s72-c/cs_lewis-heretic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8561768946920625947</id><published>2010-10-19T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:24:48.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because I've been wanting to share this poster but I know the day it's appropriate I'll have mush for brains</title><summary type='text'>consider this image post-dated for Tuesday...

By next Monday I have to get way more work done than is humanly possible. If I get it all done, I may have a meltdown. If I don't get it all done, I may have a meltdown. Here's hoping for super-human stamina and no meltdowns. At least by Tuesday... I will be happier than a bird with a french fry. 

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Oh Confucius... social and political philosopher, itinerant teacher, sometime shepherd...with an impressive beard. He's pretty cool.  It's his bday today. Check out the Guardian's book blog article on him. I don't know that much about him actually. He could have been a terrible person, but he sure was pithy.

Above is a statue of the man at CSULA.The plaque reads: Acquire knowledge patiently, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3226631559807667470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3226631559807667470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3226631559807667470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3226631559807667470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-confucius.html' title='Happy Birthday Confucius!!!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TKLDjkoikpI/AAAAAAAABVE/DUMHlEKZ43g/s72-c/confucius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1089266674037248766</id><published>2010-09-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:17:53.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I devoted my days to a big ball of Pooh</title><summary type='text'>I quit my job, again. Eeeek. It's a long story, sort of, anyway if I told it to you I would tell it in such a way as to convince you that I'm totally justified.  You might still think I'm crazy and irresponsible, which in general isn't true, but maybe this once it is. Part of the reason I quit is that I'm trying to be single-minded about the big ball of poo that is the PhD application process. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1089266674037248766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1089266674037248766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1089266674037248766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1089266674037248766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-then-i-devoted-my-days-to-big-ball.html' title='And then I devoted my days to a big ball of Pooh'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TJp3mQwVksI/AAAAAAAABUs/3zDiRV1HKgg/s72-c/15594_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1187154471846556402</id><published>2010-09-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:45:08.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little song, a little dance, and bye bye blues</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1187154471846556402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1187154471846556402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1187154471846556402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1187154471846556402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-song-little-dance-and-bye-bye.html' title='a little song, a little dance, and bye bye blues'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3631603740819253528</id><published>2010-09-19T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:11:05.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a waiter's dream</title><summary type='text'>one of these actors is a bad tipper. another is a smug jerk. the other is quite nice. guess who's what.

loooooong day at work. i'm exhausted. i'd like to lop both my feet off. i'm too tired to even use the shift key. and seriously, seriously, i'd prefer these quasi-famous people to stay on the westside. my coworkers think i've been living in a cave for the past ten years because i never know who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3631603740819253528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3631603740819253528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3631603740819253528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3631603740819253528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiters-dream.html' title='a waiter&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TJbaAlcMVWI/AAAAAAAABUQ/t-Wqs7QZmr8/s72-c/Glee%2BAmber%2BRiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5813390582661184534</id><published>2010-08-24T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:37:17.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am also the moon in the trees and the blind woman's tea cup</title><summary type='text'>

I have trouble memorizing two consecutive verses of scripture and here's this little rascal. I tried to learn more about him, but all I could find was this blurb from npr:
Apparently, the boy's mother recorded and posted the video. Collins has been of 15,777 viewers so far, she tells us. The CUNY professor and former U.S. Poet Laureate (Billy Collins) wrote the two of them a letter. If they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5813390582661184534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5813390582661184534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5813390582661184534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5813390582661184534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-also-moon-in-trees-and-blind.html' title='I am also the moon in the trees and the blind woman&apos;s tea cup'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4818112289693628249</id><published>2010-08-24T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:02:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the thinkers in the bunch (i.e. you!)</title><summary type='text'>I hadn't listened to Radiolab in a long time because I have scaled back on the variety and number of podcasts I listen/subscribe to, but back when I was listening to Radiolab pretty regularly it was reliably entertaining and generally thought-provoking... if not just provoking.  Here's the info from their website's "about" section:

Radiolab believes your ears are a portal to another world. Where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4818112289693628249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4818112289693628249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4818112289693628249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4818112289693628249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-thinkers-in-bunch-ie-you.html' title='For the thinkers in the bunch (i.e. you!)'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5881387356190331848</id><published>2010-08-24T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:38:18.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, have you seen this fabulous clutch?</title><summary type='text'>and it's only $325.  ;)  Miss Spade did an ad campaign a few years back that featured books. It was also fabulous. I saved the image below from said campaign. 



Kate Spade's Book of the Month clutch via Daily Candy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5881387356190331848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5881387356190331848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5881387356190331848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5881387356190331848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/ladies-have-you-seen-this-fabulous.html' title='Ladies, have you seen this fabulous clutch?'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/THQBCVLYSKI/AAAAAAAABTg/wY2-5aHOQjU/s72-c/120911-1book-of-the-month-clutch-purse-o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3722865783898822260</id><published>2010-08-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:25:39.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>f* this (on not giving the bird to the dirty bird)</title><summary type='text'>F-asterisk is much milder than the actual expletive, no? Maybe it's worse. The mystery adds power? Anyway, I didn't really say anything of the sort to that godforsaken place. As much as I hate it, it was okay at times and you can't really shake your fist at a place your friends still work at. (Ames, you are the last of the old guard. I hate to break it to you so publicly.) I met such fun/funny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3722865783898822260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3722865783898822260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3722865783898822260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3722865783898822260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/f-you-on-not-giving-bird-to-dirty-bird.html' title='f* this (on not giving the bird to the dirty bird)'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/THNwrnodbKI/AAAAAAAABTU/hOpNIYCUq14/s72-c/frog-butt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8959685731085605346</id><published>2010-08-04T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:30:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this Take-Away Show so much...</title><summary type='text'>
Mumford &amp; Sons - The Banjolin Song / Awake my soul - A Take Away Show #105 from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

I've decided to marry it.

p.s. That's Johnny Flynn playing violin and looking as angelic as ever; the boy is cherubic, plain and simple. Also Marcus Mumford, lead singer of Mumford &amp; Sons, appears to be (unintentionally?) sporting a Morrissey costume, circa 1990, and I approve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8959685731085605346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8959685731085605346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8959685731085605346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8959685731085605346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-this-take-away-show-so-much.html' title='I love this Take-Away Show so much...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2270413772232087850</id><published>2010-07-30T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:31:39.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dr.</title><summary type='text'>

youngish


&amp; old    
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.-Theodore Seuss Geisel
(Imagine you could not only communicate all the wisdom in your head, but it also popped out this pithy and musical. Unbelievable. Genius.) 
via my igoogle quote of the day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2270413772232087850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2270413772232087850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2270413772232087850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2270413772232087850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/dr.html' title='The Dr.'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TFOi0SfjY7I/AAAAAAAABS8/yghNDQKnyaE/s72-c/Dr_Seuss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4851330393254663288</id><published>2010-07-28T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:40:21.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the baby bookworm</title><summary type='text'>

If I ever have babies I'd like to play with them the way Adele Enersen does hers. 

via Lamina O'oz' facebook</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4851330393254663288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4851330393254663288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4851330393254663288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4851330393254663288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-bookworm.html' title='the baby bookworm'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TFCGq8zKm4I/AAAAAAAABSw/8SW-lGPmOCs/s72-c/bookworm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3566916804032577644</id><published>2010-07-22T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:38:04.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I write like...</title><summary type='text'>Just read about a new gadget that "analyzes" your writing style. I didn't research it much, too tired. I just tried it out by copy/paste-ing some old blog entries. The philosophy blog that I read about it on noted that it often seems wildly inaccurate, but who cares? It's fun.

I tried three different pieces of my writing (all blogstuff). First, I got Kurt Vonnegut (not too shabby). Second, I got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3566916804032577644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3566916804032577644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3566916804032577644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3566916804032577644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-write-like.html' title='I write like...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TEkpcOcjZfI/AAAAAAAABSk/jbhIs2vC_dQ/s72-c/DFW%2Bcopy%2Bof%2BRatner%27s%2BStar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-7989574284021933629</id><published>2010-07-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:35:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday I am getting a Magnolia Bakery!</title><summary type='text'>


Well, LA is, I guess. I wouldn't even be excited about it if it weren't for the fact that MR took us to one in NYC, and I'm nostalgic for it already (it was Spring break, practically eons ago). There was so much I still wanted to try. Plus, Carrie went there when she was trying to give up smigs. And you get to pick out different flavored cupcakes and put them in little white cake boxes! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7989574284021933629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=7989574284021933629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7989574284021933629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/7989574284021933629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-i-am-getting-magnolia-bakery.html' title='Friday I am getting a Magnolia Bakery!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TD1mA8_a0MI/AAAAAAAABSY/3iwCRZvgPOY/s72-c/magnolia7.jpg_e_b531446b815d841fa57ff7ac29559923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5199363398715763141</id><published>2010-07-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:59:50.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying not to lose my faith in womanhood</title><summary type='text'>

I just read this article.  Would have shared it on Fb (which is where I file most of my complaints) were it not for the pic of breasts that pops up along with the link. My 16 year-old brother would have appreciated it though.

Here's the title...
"Does a lover really have first claim on breasts?"

Here's the lead..."Women's bodies have become so associated with sex that now a mothers' magazine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5199363398715763141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5199363398715763141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5199363398715763141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5199363398715763141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/trying-not-to-lose-my-faith-in.html' title='trying not to lose my faith in womanhood'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TDq7lYKx4TI/AAAAAAAABSM/prDuqZaIUis/s72-c/2194506766_779bafa6f4_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3443261321840131345</id><published>2010-07-08T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:10:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magical stuff</title><summary type='text'>There's a set of magical stuff that fiction can do for us. There's maybe thirteen things, of which who even knows which ones we can talk about. But one of them has to do with the sense of capturing what the world feels like to us, in the sort of way that I think that a reader can tell "Another sensibility like mine exists."
-David Foster Wallace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3443261321840131345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3443261321840131345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3443261321840131345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3443261321840131345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/magical-stuff.html' title='magical stuff'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TDV5t_PM8KI/AAAAAAAABSA/iRHSMsaBob8/s72-c/2770903098_c46048c9dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-2942436047360168583</id><published>2010-07-07T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:53:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first of many...and I feel I need to justify my actions</title><summary type='text'>Just turned down a (potentially) super-lucrative job offer as a bartender downtown at a new bistro/lounge. I feel guilty, foolish, and a wee bit nauseated because my current job is not really paying the bills and (frankly) it is a shithole (flies and all! no joke). Still, a night job where I might not get home until 2 or 3 or 4 in the morning will suck the life right outta me. I can't do it. Who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2942436047360168583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=2942436047360168583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2942436047360168583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/2942436047360168583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-of-manyand-i-feel-i-need-to.html' title='the first of many...and I feel I need to justify my actions'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TDUCYOAT-aI/AAAAAAAABR0/4_tWgW_2brY/s72-c/tumblr_kr44xbxOhL1qzzxw9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5123821374459715660</id><published>2010-06-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:11:49.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my word, my grandma is a Knot-y girl...ya</title><summary type='text'>

My grandma paints and quilts and embroiders (? does embroidery? stitches?) and she's also v internet savvy. She's made a few friends across the interwebs and one of them has blogged her needlework. It's a big deal for the Babbs fam. I just keep encouraging her to churn out more and more stuff because I'm hoping to inherit it all! j/k... but seriously you should see the quilts and the theorems. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5123821374459715660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5123821374459715660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5123821374459715660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5123821374459715660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-word-my-grandma-is-knot-y-girlya.html' title='oh my word, my grandma is a Knot-y girl...ya'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TCJpAMsKHOI/AAAAAAAABRU/79sjKvIWVYQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5296187063423045661</id><published>2010-06-21T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:46:39.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>genie pants and genie trousers</title><summary type='text'>KT showed me these pants from UO today, expecting me to burst into laughter at the idea that someone would even entertain the thought of wearing something so hideous.  It went like this: I say, "I actually really like harem pants, not satin, those are gross, but I love that style," effectively killing every inkling of humor in her gesture (I love when I do that). And she said something to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5296187063423045661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5296187063423045661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5296187063423045661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5296187063423045661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/genie-pants-and-genie-trousers.html' title='genie pants and genie trousers'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TCAuTgGTW6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/85WbMkQ37Us/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4610192297085118721</id><published>2010-06-14T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:01:59.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently with a hint of narcissism</title><summary type='text'>hmm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4610192297085118721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4610192297085118721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4610192297085118721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4610192297085118721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/apparently-with-hint-of-narcissism.html' title='apparently with a hint of narcissism'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8966442815194047684</id><published>2010-06-14T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:55:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rhetorical question</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's just the introverts, but do you ever get tired of yourself? Tired of the sound of your own voice. The things you always say. The things you always do. You just want to get away from it all, but it's, you know, IMPOSSIBLE. Hard drugs, binge drinking...these are possibilities, but working these into my lifestyle is more difficult than you might realize. I just want a weekend away from me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8966442815194047684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8966442815194047684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8966442815194047684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8966442815194047684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/rhetorical-question.html' title='rhetorical question'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/TBak7aexT-I/AAAAAAAABQo/p3ylTXmn6Fc/s72-c/lieke10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1861688120716310047</id><published>2010-05-23T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:45:33.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen, James Carr</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1861688120716310047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1861688120716310047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1861688120716310047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1861688120716310047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladies-and-gentlemen-james-carr.html' title='Ladies and gentlemen, James Carr'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8992033616196838072</id><published>2010-05-10T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:57:06.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DFW was Amish!</title><summary type='text'>Just kidding. So some guy dug up a 1996 interview with David Foster Wallace from a popular (now defunct?) magazine Details (intvw by David Streitfeld). People are excited because the article was "lost" (i.e. not available online) and also because it has a few sentences about DFW's spiritual life. Even though his ideas about spirituality are the subtext of some of his fiction, and he has briefly (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8992033616196838072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8992033616196838072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8992033616196838072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8992033616196838072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/dfw-was-amish.html' title='DFW was Amish!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/S-iOk_YUZVI/AAAAAAAABQc/DNddrLixfEM/s72-c/david-foster-wallace-with-friend-by-marion-ettlinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-1298509969088187112</id><published>2010-05-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:13:56.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Holofcener films, they get me every time</title><summary type='text'>I want to see this! I think "Lovely and Amazing" scared some of my friends, so my apologies. (oh and N.H. also made "Walking and Talking" and "Friends with Money") They might only be my thing, and I'm okay with that. Buuuuut if you want to see this, give me a buzz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1298509969088187112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=1298509969088187112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1298509969088187112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/1298509969088187112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/nicole-holofcener-films-they-get-me.html' title='Nicole Holofcener films, they get me every time'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4810451792002170302</id><published>2010-04-18T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:31:19.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance to this...</title><summary type='text'>Penny thanks for this! The video is kind of fun, but the song (Frankie Valli's "Beggin'" the Pilooski edit) is phenomenal!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4810451792002170302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4810451792002170302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4810451792002170302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4810451792002170302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/dance-to-this.html' title='Dance to this...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4118652015329556256</id><published>2010-04-18T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:21:58.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncanny!!</title><summary type='text'>If you've ever wondered where I get my dance moves, they come straight out of the music! This is proof. I was just listening to some Northern Soul from P (her man has a mod heart, long story, God bless him) and I didn't have any of the artist/track names...so I started googling. I came across some videos of recent soul dance competitions. I have never seen Northern soul dancers before, I swear it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4118652015329556256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4118652015329556256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4118652015329556256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4118652015329556256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/uncanny.html' title='Uncanny!!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-6459889778773872571</id><published>2010-04-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:04:43.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin Yu Chun. Unexpected. Inspiring.</title><summary type='text'>"but above all this, I wish-a you luu-uh-uuuve..." damn I'm gonna have to download some whitney now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6459889778773872571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=6459889778773872571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6459889778773872571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6459889778773872571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/lin-yu-chun-unexpected-inspiring.html' title='Lin Yu Chun. Unexpected. Inspiring.'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-8677399646913173673</id><published>2010-04-11T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:28:26.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3. and in SF, this</title><summary type='text'>i hiked up hills in heels for the easter service at grace cathedral. (how's that for alliteration?) also i took zero photos in sf. sad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8677399646913173673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=8677399646913173673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8677399646913173673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/8677399646913173673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-and-in-sf-this.html' title='3. and in SF, this'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/S8JMfKiin1I/AAAAAAAABQQ/o5Puz64JXcc/s72-c/tumblr_kt115uqQzf1qzpxdeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-3606234045876116486</id><published>2010-04-11T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:19:48.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2. also this</title><summary type='text'>just basking in the city.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3606234045876116486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=3606234045876116486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3606234045876116486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/3606234045876116486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-also-this.html' title='2. also this'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/S8JKrxrDbNI/AAAAAAAABQI/fjWcw39wHCo/s72-c/7xvkdms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-6455255659476657748</id><published>2010-04-11T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:13:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from my travels: 1. there was a whole lot of this going on...</title><summary type='text'>especially in mid-town, i think it's the suits.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6455255659476657748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=6455255659476657748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6455255659476657748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/6455255659476657748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-was-whole-lot-of-this-going-on.html' title='from my travels: 1. there was a whole lot of this going on...'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/S8JIXGQRGgI/AAAAAAAABQA/JkATRsjNbxU/s72-c/tomine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-5148256128883584338</id><published>2010-03-27T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:10:18.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plus, I'll get to live with Sammy</title><summary type='text'>




He can dance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5148256128883584338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=5148256128883584338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5148256128883584338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/5148256128883584338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/plus-ill-get-to-live-with-sammy.html' title='plus, I&apos;ll get to live with Sammy'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-4587113100140728178</id><published>2010-03-27T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:09:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><summary type='text'>90% sure. A really cool girl I know from school needs a roommate exactly when I'm being booted out of my place. So, in a couple months I think I'm moving into her place in Hipsterville, USA. I haven't received confirmation from her, so that's where the 10% comes in.I'm excited. I was set on South Pasadena or somewhere a little more off the map, but I could do this too.  I do have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4587113100140728178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=4587113100140728178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4587113100140728178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/4587113100140728178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/S67FnLtwpiI/AAAAAAAABP0/gOs5OeXVBEU/s72-c/dsc_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-800756853149468291.post-9089313872778604978</id><published>2010-03-22T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:19:36.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kicking ass and taking names, it's time</title><summary type='text'>I collect a wide variety of images on the internet. Mostly for a wide variety of inspirational purposes. Plus they're free, easy to store, easy to move, and I can enjoy them wherever there's electricity.  Been flipping through my album titled "My spirit" and came across this one. Sure they're schoolgirls, but they're very strong, even bad ass, I think.  And, you know, I do have this in me. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9089313872778604978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=800756853149468291&amp;postID=9089313872778604978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/9089313872778604978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/800756853149468291/posts/default/9089313872778604978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outofthemouthofbabbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/kicking-ass-and-taking-names-its-time.html' title='kicking ass and taking names, it&apos;s time'/><author><name>Babbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325543110322652577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcHw0qhECV0/Tl6E4FUIyzI/AAAAAAAABgM/Vx9q4HB6AMQ/s220/arbus%2Bsword%2Bswallower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSdNhtMjPQM/S6cjPKXujTI/AAAAAAAABPo/1SWmFuqLMmM/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
