<?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-6482838457867097769</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:49:58.041-07:00</updated><category term='huh?'/><title type='text'>theother83percent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-7974520072993642678</id><published>2010-07-27T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:31:54.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta go back to rehab?</title><content type='html'>I say no. no. no. Actually, I say yes, yes, YES! I'm back in MD still working on the dreadful little manuscript called a doctoral dissertation. But the circumstance have changed Douglas! I'm here because well my time in New House is up. We've moved out, as a happy married couple ;O)..that does not live together well it'll be weird while we both write thesis for the next month or so. But I think it's great for accomplishing our thesis goals. So I'm back at Pappy's and I'm on the thesis grind! Have a HUGE committee meeting on Mon. Aug 16, need to give them the full defense slides and some thesis chapters. I took some revised measurements of the reading room hopefully so I can improve my results. I'm also still finalizing change detection code which scares me because the time to do this algorithm has spiraled out of control. I'm looking to get my hair braided as soon as possible, so I won't have to worry about that in terms of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-7974520072993642678?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/7974520072993642678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=7974520072993642678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/7974520072993642678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/7974520072993642678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/07/gotta-go-back-to-rehab.html' title='gotta go back to rehab?'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-1250630010071210107</id><published>2010-01-25T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:05:55.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing to leave detox, hoping for halfway house</title><content type='html'>Well this will be my final week in intensive rehab/detox. I've accomplished the basics and identified my problem areas. Mainly I'm too easily distracted and I can't have any distractions if I want to finish a thesis. I received a recommendation from someone to turn my cell phone completely off, not just on silent, and of course to turn off all the IMs like I did during the initial week. I am also planning to have some things in place for my return to school so that I can handle things much better. Like I said, I know what the problems are but I need strategies to deal with them. In therms of the wedding, I think all we *have* to do is get the invitations out. This does include, blocking off the hotel rooms and registering, but I think we can handle those in one day. I also sent a draft of chapter 1 to my advisor, so that's good. There have been many personal changes I have made too. This is all short-term, the point is to complete my thesis no matter what. And make whatever necessary and uncomfortable adjustments in order to maximize my work and finish. I'm on the hook for an abstract at the end of the month, based on my select-scans procedure. So I'll be leaving rehab on Wed/Thurs. and I have some things in place for my return. I look forward to R.B., my own bed, and boxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-1250630010071210107?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/1250630010071210107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=1250630010071210107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1250630010071210107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1250630010071210107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/preparing-to-leave-detox-hoping-for.html' title='Preparing to leave detox, hoping for halfway house'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-8030973773501952284</id><published>2010-01-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:13:59.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in rehab, phase II</title><content type='html'>Well as you know phase one, was focusing on learning how to sleep, and be normal again. and that was the first 7 days. i also greatly limited my communication during that time. i have since opened up my communication, trying to understand when it bothers me, when it's distracting from my phd, and how much time i spend on it. it's getting better. i started talking about the W word again, that's right wedding. at first, i was feeling really bad, disappointed, angry, and&amp;nbsp;overwhelmed&amp;nbsp;like before. BUT things are starting to smooth out, as my perspective changes, and most importantly i have HAPPY HELP! esp from RB. i decided to approach everything&amp;nbsp;positively&amp;nbsp;there are some pockets/persons who still suck out the some of the energy, but that's getting better too. i'm trying to figure out how to make wedding planning a healthy part of my life while i complete my thesis. the biggest things is to see RB active and involved, and then my family. everything i've done or have been doing &amp;nbsp;i never would have dreamed of. i just never thought i'd get in the car and just leave school. and today i'm going wedding dress shopping with my daddy...that wasn't in the plans either. so i'm just doing "Let Go, and Let God"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-8030973773501952284?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/8030973773501952284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=8030973773501952284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8030973773501952284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8030973773501952284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-rehab-phase-ii.html' title='in rehab, phase II'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-1555705504892978811</id><published>2010-01-15T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:27:01.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab Day 8</title><content type='html'>I'm moving from get it together to ramp up mode. I've been able to sleep reasonably normally&amp;nbsp;even though&amp;nbsp;I noticed I have this obsessive desire to stay up when it starts to get late. Even if I am not productive, I still stay up, and that's just silly. Anyhoot, I did a nice run around some neighborhoods looking at suburbia and then I went to the gym. So I feel pretty great. Today I dealt with stuff like SVN stuff that took forever, but seems to be ok now. Also, printed a ref thesis for dern $7.05 at Staples. Real life...sigh...Well I'm looking over the thesis now. My plan was to write the related work chapter next, but I'm going to hold off on that because I&amp;nbsp;underestimated, or better yet my&amp;nbsp;fantasy&amp;nbsp;factor was at a four for completing chapter one. So as much as I want to work on ch2, and I will do a bit a day, I have got to nail down these algorithms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-1555705504892978811?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/1555705504892978811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=1555705504892978811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1555705504892978811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1555705504892978811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/rehab-day-8.html' title='Rehab Day 8'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-7890818197723164004</id><published>2010-01-14T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:15:44.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going-Day 7</title><content type='html'>Ok, I was a bit sleepier today than other days, but up and working. I&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;had to do a little stuff&amp;nbsp;related&amp;nbsp;to the wedding, but not too much. Anyway that stuff still really bothers me. Other than that, I heard I got the MLK award which is cool. Although, I was just trying to lay low and leave (with a degree of course). Anyway, I've got to wrap up this chapter and then i'm going to work on the algorithm for select scans... because it's the most important thing for me to do next. as much as i would like to write the related work chapter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-7890818197723164004?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/7890818197723164004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=7890818197723164004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/7890818197723164004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/7890818197723164004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-day-7.html' title='Going-Day 7'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-8532407788824834999</id><published>2010-01-13T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:18:12.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up! day 6</title><content type='html'>Well I got up this morning around 5:30pm. Woke up to a PBS special about old people singing in a choir and how some were dying every week, well because they are old. So it was quite a life sobering thing to wake up to, but nonetheless very interesting. Anyway it has been my dream to wake up at 5:30am, but I've been fighting with my dream of working until 5:30am. Can't seem to do both and have been leaning more on the side of working late into that night rather than waking up early. Well, as a part of my&amp;nbsp;detox&amp;nbsp;program I wanted to try to start waking up early, but the first week was supposed to be about 7 days of&amp;nbsp;getting&amp;nbsp;normal sleep. Which I've been doing, but I've kind of been anxiously wanting to change slightly into my old sleeping habits in order to get more work done. I am aware that if I go crazy on the no sleeping then I will feel like crap and nothing will get done. So I'm being pragmatic and methodical about it, and am&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;going to plan my no sleep days. I kind of cheated in order to get up at 5:30 today. I slept on the sofa with the TV and light on, that usually ensures a few wake-ups throughout the night, including potty breaks. All of those things did occur, and I was able to get up. But my thoughts are it would be better to sleep in the dark for 5 hours straight with no interruptions, however whenever I try that I can't get up until I get my full 8 hours. Soooo...anyhoot. I made my pappy breakfast and myself breakfast and did some more writing. It is CLEAR that at this location with the peacefulness of not having construction, trucks and general dorm life noises, that waking up early and working is Great! So&amp;nbsp;even though&amp;nbsp;I'm a few days ahead of schedule I'm going to try to continue this, so I can get some peaceful writing done. And perhaps take naps during the day as RB has suggested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-8532407788824834999?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/8532407788824834999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=8532407788824834999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8532407788824834999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8532407788824834999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/up-day-6.html' title='Up! day 6'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-1807624720575633960</id><published>2010-01-12T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:44:44.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into a Writing Groove-Day 5</title><content type='html'>I'm glad it's day 5, there is one person I have detoxed from and I at least want to say hi to them. But I will hold out until day 7 or 8. R.B. has been a blessing and giving me some great tips. I tried to stay up later last night cause I really wanted to complete this chapter. I even set my alarm clock for 2:30am so I could nap for a few hours. But when it was time to get up I just couldn't do it. I did not get mad though just went back to sleep. Then around 6am I got up and moved out of the bed onto the sofa, but fell back asleep. Then I woke up at my now usual time of about 8am. I was comfortable with that. I actually wish I just went to bed like usual, but that was my trade-off. Anyway, I got up and worked then worked out, met the owner of the gym who said I was in great shape! Then came back and put on decent clothes and went to the grocery store to prepare for my experimental eggplant Parmesan!!! Although, writing has taken a bit longer it is for the better. The initial draft was very choppy. I'm not looking for perfection, I can get that once I get some feedback. I just want a single string story line through the chapter. I made some extra food for my daddy again like I did yesterday! So he can have food when he gets home. And nutritious food. He's also been working even longer because I'm working. Which for him may not be the best thing, but he seems to love his work. Did I say I love R. B.? Well I love R. B.!! TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went back to the gym in the evening to work out some pains, and I saw the mother of my childhood best friend! Sushima Bhasin!! Crazy huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-1807624720575633960?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/1807624720575633960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=1807624720575633960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1807624720575633960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1807624720575633960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-into-writing-groove-day-5.html' title='Getting into a Writing Groove-Day 5'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-6307772733849060558</id><published>2010-01-11T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:37:49.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calibrating - Day Four</title><content type='html'>I'm started to get into a comfortable groove. With first things first, re-training myself how to sleep.That's getting better. I did not even feel motivated to write in this blog this morning, so it's now midday. I've cut out cursing, which I had just started doing more recently anyhow. I figure why add bad/negative/stressful habits? I spent quite some time at the gym today about 2 hours. But that was for calibration. Getting into the routine, learning the different machines etc. I've got a couple chapter deadlines coming up, and some readers. It's weird not being able to hop on my bike or walk and get to somewhere,...sigh..the 'burbs. I think they overdid it with suburban living, having to drive everywhere. So just walking to computer to sofa is not the same as my MIT life. Oh well. I have to be real conscious in what I eat, cause it's REAL EASY TO PUT ON AN UNHEALTHY AMOUNT OF WEIGHT. But I'm keeping it locked ;o) I love R. B. ;o) Well I've stayed grounded on all the things I need to detox from. Not really answering the phone or making calls, or emails, etc. Just want to do 7 days of cleansing and focus. I'm going to have to reduce my sleeping in order to achieve my ultimate thesis goals, but I'm easing into that. Alright, I'm bored of this, time to get back to editing my chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-6307772733849060558?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/6307772733849060558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=6307772733849060558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/6307772733849060558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/6307772733849060558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/calibrating-day-four.html' title='Calibrating - Day Four'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-138690399149582100</id><published>2010-01-10T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T06:22:39.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>Lastnight I tried to go to bed, but the anxiety of thesis and wedding crept back. I'm starting to miss certain things especially my fiance, running, and boxing. Then I have second thoughts like maybe I should just leave here and go back. Let's see how long these feelings last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-138690399149582100?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/138690399149582100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=138690399149582100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/138690399149582100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/138690399149582100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-1066775410976599907</id><published>2010-01-09T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:46:42.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>It's 6:59am on a Sat and I'm up. That would appear miraculous, compared to my previous lifestyle. Anyway, things are becoming less dramatic. I took care of business, but I still need to sign up for a gym. I also think I'm going to get one of those huge "white boards" from home depot so I can layout some thoughts. I just ate a pear and am about to have a huge cup of tea. About work, well yesterday I started to try to get another data file up and running, but there are some kinks. So the question is do I try to finish that up or do I switch to something else? I don't need it now, but I will need it soon. I'll spend a few more minutes on it. It's loop closing which is an unsystematic brute force pain in the rear :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi it's the evening now. I'm wondering if I should be gong to bed at 10pm on Sat nights too? Well today was alright. Both my paps and I were working. I was just turning knobs&amp;nbsp;unsuccessfully&amp;nbsp;to close the loop on a Biber map. Sigh... I'm going to let that go and pray for something to come through for that. Bummer cause I really want it to work, but it's soo&amp;nbsp;sensitive&amp;nbsp;to my knob turns. Anyhoot, I found a womens gym within walking distance. It's great, I worked out and took one of the classes. Of course the class was not like the Ring Boston, so I'm going to have to push myself on my own to stay in shape. But the gym has all the tools to do what I need to do. Other than that, I plan to go back to writing&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. The idea is that once I wrap up completed drafts of the first two chapters I'll have some thesis writing momentum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-1066775410976599907?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/1066775410976599907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=1066775410976599907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1066775410976599907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1066775410976599907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-8060835580805187697</id><published>2010-01-08T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:19:29.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>I'm up. It's about 10am. I had a rough going to sleep with tons of thoughts in my head. i even drank a water bottle before bed expecting that I would get up and go pea a few times during the night, which I do almost everynight. And I did not have to get up to pee. Great! My goal is to focus only on my thesis. I cheated and signed onto IM, but when I saw a message I did not respond. I have now exited my IM programs. In a normal world, my online presence, I think would be a good thing and not be too distracting, but a PhD in 21 days is not normal. Anyhow, there are only two things I want to do, that is clean my bathroom, and find the nearest gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-8060835580805187697?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/8060835580805187697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=8060835580805187697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8060835580805187697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8060835580805187697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-4710253096399200603</id><published>2010-01-07T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:28:58.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the Impossible- In Rehab</title><content type='html'>Everyday, someone(s) around the world sets out to do the impossible. Well I've just signed up. My "impossible" is a thesis in 21 days! A PhD thesis in robotics, that is. Well I'm starting by breaking bad habits and meaningless time consuming distractions. My first two goals are to go to sleep at night at a consistent time and to wake up. So I'm already off by a couple hours and I desperately want to take my laptop into bed. But I won't for the sake of sleep. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-4710253096399200603?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/4710253096399200603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=4710253096399200603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/4710253096399200603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/4710253096399200603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2010/01/doing-impossible-in-rehab.html' title='Doing the Impossible- In Rehab'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-1684135635450288453</id><published>2009-12-12T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:59:52.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think it was the Thursday before Columbus Day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wake up and I was&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;huunnggrrryyy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and my fiance is trying&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyK23R0k_GI/AAAAAAAAC6U/XdqBwJcpzY0/s1600-h/clo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyK23R0k_GI/AAAAAAAAC6U/XdqBwJcpzY0/s320/clo.JPG" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to shape himself up a bit by shaving. I'm anxiously waiting for him to get ready so we can just go eat. When I realize it's going to take a him longer than I want. I decide to head out and grab some water and snacks from a convenience store. I hadn't "freshened up", but I put on what I thought were fabulous black gym shorts and that tantalizing, new TripAdvisor t-shirt. All with my army bandanna around my natural 'fro, and with my&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh-So-Fly&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;$14&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xoxo.com/"&gt;XOXO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;purse. Yea, I bought it in NYC when I was shopping with my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nycastings.com/Inquiry_s/ViewProfile.asp?QPid=27839&amp;amp;innermenu=1"&gt;model friend&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from undergrad (see pic on left). Anyway, I was ready for SoBe....&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;MIT-style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I go out grab some goodies and return. While I was out, I had overheard the news saying that it would be record temps around 100 degrees. But I never thought to change my all black gear. Well when I return, my fiance is now ready to eat so we head out on the beach side of ocean drive, so not to be haggled by all the restaurant people trying to get you to eat their spot. We were pretty sure we were going to eat outside at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newscafe.com/" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;News Cafe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Funny side note, the music on News Cafe's site is the wedding music&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cannon&lt;/i&gt;. Hmm... maybe that's a sign?!?!&amp;nbsp; It's a spot my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://affrodite.net/"&gt;older&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ifelicious.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;had told me about and I had eaten there in the past. I also randomly hear of stars eating there so I thought it was cool. But I didn't think I needed to upgrade my clothes or freshen up. I was on a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mission to eat&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and then maybe walk back along the beach, come back and freshen up and get ready to jump in the ocean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We eventually arrive at the News Cafe sit-down and order. It's burning hot outside and a bird is eating&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;splenda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;in a tree over my fiance's head and the splenda dust is falling down. Hahaha! We start talking about weddings and traditions. I was saying things are not like the old days. Weddings are&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;INSANELY EXPENSIVE&lt;/b&gt;!! I remember Googling the cost and seeing that a $10k wedding was considered a shoe-string budget! Which makes me think&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;wedding&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;honeymoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't a honeymoon more important? You know ...an opportunity to start your married life off right ;o) Plus can't we travel to like several countries for the cost of a wedding?! Sigh...Well, I have my back up plan for a honeymoon..&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Win The&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lottery&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't need millions just a few thousand! Anyhoot, since we are grad students and don't come from money, I knew we had our&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;financial work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;cut out for us. Maybe we can get a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;bailout&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in the spirit of&amp;nbsp; promoting&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;family values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmmm... I was explaining that times have changed and both of us will have to work, and save, and cover the wedding ourselves. No more rich family member who covers the wedding with a dowry full of&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;chickens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;cows&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;:o( But I was feeling kind of frustrated that people when it comes to relationships and getting married folks might expect one thing because of tradition or what they see on TV but in reality, at least in ours, things were much different. So I'm kinda grumpy talkin about this when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;All Of A Sudden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SwTN0H5EQpI/AAAAAAAAC5M/5WdzP4-DJKM/s1600/trip+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;HIGH ENERGY&lt;/b&gt;, well dressed woman comes up to me all excited. She introduces herself as someone from Glamour magazine and said a few things about how I was dressed and if I wanted to do a makeover.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My first thought&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;was&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;when does the GIANT SCARY MAN named BRUNO come in and ask me to fly on his private jet back to some amazing country?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;. I've seen&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/burnnotice/"&gt;Burn Notice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlspy.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/burnnotice-s1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://girlspy.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/burnnotice-s1.jpg" width="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know how these things go down in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miami&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! But eventually three other adorable ladies walk over and one has a camera. They are saying things to each other, to me, and I'm just shocked and embarrassed by my outfit and possible funkiness. Then I see one young lady with a camera and hear something about B-roll, and I never see the big scary guy. So I start to think that this might be legit. Well the first lady asks me will I do it? She also mentions that I get to fly up to the Today show. And I'm like yea right. And I'm also like, I dont want to be on camera especially not because I dress...well...dress like I was about to pull out my laptop and start coding in the middle of South Beach after a nice stroll down ocean drive. So I look at my fiance and he is emphatically nodding yes, I was actually looking for him to be unsure about it. I guess he secretly wished I would upgrade my look too. Anyway, since he was nodding yes, and given where our conversation was going, I said yes. And was looking forward to this crazy unknown opportunity.&amp;nbsp; At least to check it off my&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A phrase I learned from my older sis' when she semi-secretely but SUPER EXCITEDLY went to get her nose pierced.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyKrPKeSyKI/AAAAAAAAC6M/twLcwAVSrMw/s1600-h/aug2007+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyKrPKeSyKI/AAAAAAAAC6M/twLcwAVSrMw/s320/aug2007+020.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They offered to cover breakfast, and I thought well if it's a scam at least we got to eat breakfast for free. That's $30 towards our wedding! So they ask us to stay for a bit as they go and eat their breakfast too. Well I'm starting melt in the hot sun and am feeling really funky, but don't want to miss out on this crazy life opportunity. So I go and buy a toothbrush as we wait. And hope that I can escape to at least clean my teeth. The good news is one of the ladies came and told us that we could go and come back. And we exchanged cell numbers. So I rushed back with glee and hop in the shower and brush my teeth. I rush and put on my same outfit, and get a call saying they are ready to do some taping. I still can barely believe it, so I hadn't called any of my family yet. I really wanted to see what was going to happen. We go back to the News Cafe and I was feeling better cause I was smelling better. And we did some taping, that you'll see on the show. Then they said it was time to go shopping!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyKn7Ba09pI/AAAAAAAAC6E/jT2iP5DzVhM/s1600-h/makeover+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyKn7Ba09pI/AAAAAAAAC6E/jT2iP5DzVhM/s320/makeover+002.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One funny moment was when they also looked at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;awful flip-flops with some broken sequins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I was wearing. I obviously did not think they were awful at the time. Well that prompted my fiance and I to look down at the shoes the ladies were wearing...and my fiance said "oh i've seen women wearing those shoes before", and i was like "where!?!?" 'cause their shoes were fashionable and adorable..not something we see all the time while working in the lab... and he said "at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://harvard.edu/"&gt;Harvard&lt;/a&gt;!" ha ha ha ha. I thought of course you have to go to the school down the street a little to see&amp;nbsp; a lot of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;fashionistas&lt;/i&gt;. Well...&lt;b&gt;WHATEVUH&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Anyhoot, we got in a minivan taxi cab and headed to a brand new TJ Maxx that just opened in SoBe. Apparently one of the few discount designer stores in the area. I gave my fiance my camera and told him to take pics of all this. Here's a picture of me (on the right) and the four&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;fashionistas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;At The Store...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeanettes-celebrity-corner.com/wp-content/photos/eva_longoria_glamour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://jeanettes-celebrity-corner.com/wp-content/photos/eva_longoria_glamour.jpg" width="102" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we did a little bit of filming of us going into the store. Once we were in the store everyone's eye's lit up at all the clothes. Me, well I was overwhelmed by the huge clothing selection. I'm one of those people that sort of freaks out when she sees a huge collection of clothes. I usually have something in my mind that I've "designed" and I never see it exactly, so I'm always disappointed. Then I leave with nothing. Anyhoot, while everyone was walking in the store, I was getting tips on how to tackle shopping in a place like this. Like take it one aisle at a time. So my primary "personal shopper" was, if I recall her name correctly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/fashion/blogs/slaves-to-fashion/2009/09/taking-a-trip-what-you-should.html%20"&gt;Suze Yalof Schwartz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;from&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Glamour Mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and she was leading the way and shouting out ideas for clothes, colors, etc to the other women. My fiance and I started browsing around, and I let him lead the way because he does a great job at shopping for me. So he picked out a couple of interesting pieces too. Remember that the clothing that we were looking for were clothes for the beach and for vacation, so that included swimsuit attire and cover-ups. So I definitely felt nervous about being "exposed". There's me and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;THE SUZE&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyHAcCMkGLI/AAAAAAAAC58/pcc5PIBN42Q/s1600-h/makeover+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyHAcCMkGLI/AAAAAAAAC58/pcc5PIBN42Q/s320/makeover+006.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.courier-journal.com/blogs/style/uploaded_images/last-day-of-september-shopping-072-779020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://www.courier-journal.com/blogs/style/uploaded_images/last-day-of-september-shopping-072-779020.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At some crazy point in time I was escorted over to the fitting rooms. I remember the ladies saying do you have a really big dressing room, or something like that, and pushing around a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;racks of clothes!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;So TJ Maxx handed over the handicapped dressing room, which was available at the time. And within seconds it was filled with clothes and like&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10+ pairs of shoes/sandals!&lt;/b&gt;!! Wow these women were gifted artists of their craft, fashion! I was beyond impressed!! I think it was around that time that I decided to call some of my family to let them know this was really happening. I think I started with my older sister. And I was like&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"yea... I'm being ambushed for a makeover ...blah..blah..blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Glamour Mag!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;...Today Show...yaddda yaddda yaadda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. and she did not say anything at first. And I had to give her a lil' more back story to realize I was not making this up! Eventually, I get in contact with another sister of mine, younger than me. She had already "heard" the news because my older sister, a freelance journalist, avid blogger, and more had already posted something about my makeover on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebook&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and had apparently&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ifelicious"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twittered it Out!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahhh the beauty of social media! So it was not long before my 3rd, also younger, sister knew too! Yea, yea,yea, I know I have a big family.&amp;nbsp; I'm a family girl so I love it sooo much! There is younger brother too! The youngest! I had sent him a text message along with my mom and Dad about the whole ordeal too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionlawyerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/skinny_model.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://fashionlawyerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/skinny_model.jpg" width="109" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh yea.. back to getting in the handicapped dressing room. Well one by one I was trying on different beach-type, warm weather-type clothes. I could not hide my&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;juicy&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;as I stepped out the dressing room and showed the outfits to everyone. I figured these women have seen all body types so whatever...it's the being on TV part that makes me a lot more nervous. U know that whole image thing for women...well me&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I'm juicy and I kinda love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;But it may not fit in with the mainstream magazine look. Too bad for them ..missin out on the juicy look!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyhoot, as I am trying on clothes and am half exposed at times, I'm wondering if&amp;nbsp; a dark niplet might slip out! But the girls managed to stay in side their stable even as they were squished and pulled in different ways to fit different types of clothes. I&amp;nbsp; learned some great secret inside tips while trying on the clothes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I try on some stuff walk out the dressing room ..with Suze&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super Energetic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, talking fashion talk about what I have on to the other ladies. Commenting on color shape, do's and don'ts. And it was so cute when they ask for my fiance's opinion, who is always brutally honest, and they are able to interpret his like and dislikes, even though his&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;laid-back and chill personality&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;can be hard to read. Well, I made it through trying on the racks of clothes (and some sandals),&amp;nbsp; keeping track of the looks that work and putting back those that did not. When it was all said and done...the makeover women choose "the look" and the 2nd place finishers are kept in a pile. Then there is all this chatter about the 2nd place pile, ya know....is it possible for me to keep those looks as well?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lonewolflibrarian.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/text-messaging-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://lonewolflibrarian.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/text-messaging-2.jpg" width="102" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Suze says something like...&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"You are going on a honeymoon right? ya know...it's new beach attire"&lt;/b&gt;...My face lit up not saying anything, just enjoying the experience either way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DOOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;, DOOT,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and one of the make over women have sent a text message to somewhere important to see if I could keep the other looks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://famespy.com/files/2009/04/heidi-montag-spencer-pratt-wedding01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://famespy.com/files/2009/04/heidi-montag-spencer-pratt-wedding01.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We wait a while and chat, and come to find out two of the women are getting married too so of course we talk wedding talk;o) Which reminds me ,I have a new idea of how to afford a wedding...have it sponsored! I mean isn't that what&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Heidi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Spencer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;had? How'd she get to wear all them&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Diamonds*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;at her&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtv.com/"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;wedding?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHhhhoooo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I'd be happy to show some commercials or give some product shout-outs at my wedding. I can see it now..."&lt;i style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And these vows are brought to you by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.com/"&gt;Dictionary Dot Com!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starr-art.com/artists/andy_warhol/large/cambells_soup_I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" src="http://www.starr-art.com/artists/andy_warhol/large/cambells_soup_I.jpg" width="70" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then&amp;nbsp; up on the projector screen interlaced between loving images are commercials for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://campbells.com/"&gt;Campbell's soup&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;local&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Florist&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, back to reality...after some time passed another one of the ladies went to talk to the store's P. R. people...I guess..and then she comes back with a big smile on her face whispering they are letting you keep the clothes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Super Smiles all around...and I'm also told to bring them to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Today Show.&lt;/b&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We wrap things up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and say our good-byes.&amp;nbsp; They say they have to take the outfit that was chosen back to the studio with them...&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;let's pray that it still fits...given the all-nighters and crazy bags of chips mixed with stressful robotics research&lt;/b&gt;....we shall see...anyway, we all squoosh in the elevator to leave TJ Maxx and head back to wherever we came from. The&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;fabulous ladies&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;grab a cab headed back toward Ocean drive. My fiance and I are walking back as well, as it's a beautiful day out and I still have my oh-so-awful...happy disaster clothes on...but in my hand is this bag with a couple extra new beach pieces! it was maybe around 1 or 2pm, so the overall experience was&amp;nbsp; fast. I grab my phone and chat it up with my fam and rattle off a few texts. We eventually walk all the way back to Ocean drive and as we walk along the drive we see the ladies again on the other side of the street and wave...That was the last time we ever saw of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://law.wm.edu/admissions/blog/images/today%20show%20graphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://law.wm.edu/admissions/blog/images/today%20show%20graphic.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After all that, I still had real doubts that someone was going to call and book us on a flight (or train) to go to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Especially since all they had was my celly. Also since it was early Oct and the taping was planned for Dec. so I was not really holding my breath just remember the crazy fun memory and enjoying the new beach clothes. Also, I'm known to rarely answer my cell phone and especially when it's an unknown call, cause those are usually telemarketers. soooo I apparently missed a call at the end of Oct. from one of the ladies,, the fabulous camera woman who is an NBC producer. And I rarely ever check my messages. Then I missed her call again in mid Nov and that time I decided to check my messages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kleinfeldbridal.com/images/syttd/about.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.kleinfeldbridal.com/images/syttd/about.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I heard it was her I was&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sooooooo excitttteeddd!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then I got really nervous that I'm going to miss my opportunity...so I called, but did not reach her but left a message...to make a long story short I did get in touch with her a few days later...then I let her know that email is the way to communicate for me and...bada bing bada bang I get an email with Transportation and lodging info for the Dec 16 Today Show! ... The trip is short but exciting...NYC...oooh and I hope my sister can come too...and maybe we can pretend we are fabulous for a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;few minutes...and I can sneak into a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;DREAM APPOINTMENT&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the wedding dress store&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kleinfeldbridal.com/"&gt;Kleinfeld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s you know from the show&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/videos/say-yes-dress-princess-brides/"&gt;Say Yes to the Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well it's at least fun to dream!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And that ends Chapter One...Chapter Two, the final chapter,&amp;nbsp; coming soon...I'll be on for a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;couple seconds on dec 16 sometime during 10am-11amEST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-1684135635450288453?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/1684135635450288453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=1684135635450288453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1684135635450288453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1684135635450288453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2009/12/part-2.html' title='(Part 2)'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SyK23R0k_GI/AAAAAAAAC6U/XdqBwJcpzY0/s72-c/clo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-6258101351252950984</id><published>2009-12-12T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T21:57:07.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I got the shirt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It goes a lil' something like this...(the Back Story)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was planning to take a trip to South Beach, Miami with my fiance, just before things get insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with our theses. The trip was more of an opportunity for me to celebrate my birthday, and to actually take a vacation where I said to myself "I'm on vacation." I have not done that in years. I know other PhDers can understand the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;guilty vacation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh and also, to look at potential wedding locales.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This means I did have to do some work on the trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyhoot. I booked plane tickets&amp;nbsp; for Columbus Day weekend and I was obsessively looking for decent, economical places to stay. So of course I was going back and forth between&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tripadvisor.com/"&gt;TripAdvisor.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kayak.com/"&gt;Kayak.com&lt;/a&gt;. At the same time, I have been preparing myself for&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and getting a job. So apart of this preparation was to at least consider thinking about dressing like a professional woman. As a part of that preparation I decided that I was not going to take or wear anymore of those wonderful free career fair t-shirts. Because it turns out that's pretty much that was all in my wardrobe. Well, the day before the MIT Career Fair I bought a suit! Yay for me! And I desperately wanted to finalize our lodging details for our trip to Miami. So I checked on a place and plowed through the reviews on TripAdvisor, getting very anxious whenever I saw a negative review. And then I booked a place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SwTN0H5EQpI/AAAAAAAAC5M/5WdzP4-DJKM/s1600/trip+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SwTN0H5EQpI/AAAAAAAAC5M/5WdzP4-DJKM/s200/trip+019.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next day I put on my first real professional woman outfit in well...years... and got ready to&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;be a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;grown up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and went to the career fair with resumes in tow. On the way in to the career fair, some company that I was not aware of was giving away T-shirts. And..well...&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shhhhooo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;don't tell nobody but,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took one. With the promise to myself that it would only be for PJs. So I start walking down the aisles of companies, with butterflies in my stomach like&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;OMAG-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Oh My Aaaffrriiicaaannn Gaawwddd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm going to have to dress up everyday for the next few decades of my life and go to work at 8am everyday. That's a big change from grad school life. And while most of the companies say you can dress casual, I know my kind of casual will not fly;o)&amp;nbsp;It's not as bad as this guy (see pic to the right) who we saw on ocean drive though,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's kinda nerdy/corny but I felt some excitement when I saw the TripAdvisor booth.&amp;nbsp; I would have never thought they'd be at the career fair. And they said they were looking for&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.eecs.mit.edu/"&gt;Course 6&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; students,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;MIT-speak&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EECS&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Electrical Engineering and Computer Science). And they were wearing T-shirts. And they were giving out T-Shirts! I'm sure the recruiter was kind of taken back when I came over to them beaming with a giant grin on my face exclaiming and was like&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I was just on your site last night!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;And was so excited that I was able to pick a place to stay because of their site. After a lil' convo I noticed they were giving out nice black t-shirts and well...That makes this&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Free-Career-Fair-T-shirt #2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yikes! Gadzooks! Bip! Bam! Blow!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It finally&amp;nbsp;comes down to the morning before our SoBe trip. And I'm packing a few things, and I notice that I have a free career fair bag and in it, are two free career fair t-shirts. Of course my face lit-up when I saw the tripadvisor t-shirt and, I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;slightly embarrassed&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to admit this, but I said to myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;This will be great for the beach!&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, in the words of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://islanddefjam.com/artist/home.aspx?artistID=7301"&gt;Fabulous&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://the-dreammusic.com/"&gt;The Dream&lt;/a&gt;, I had to just&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uf_461DHByQ"&gt;Throw it in the bag"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well, my fiance and I were&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;literally&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;working on our theses and looking for jobs all the way up until it was time to go to the airport. I remember just getting a couple hours of sleep, waking up desperately tired and trying to figure out how I could put off the trip. But I had to go meet my advisor, then I came back to take a lovely run along the Charles in the pouring rain, and followed that with a job interview. As we were rushing to leave I noticed that we were both quite scruffy, but did not feel out of place since I'm used to being scruffy...and being in an environment where scruffy is ok...and sometimes Cool! Although, I must admit that a few folks do try, check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/charm/"&gt;MIT's Charm School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;But taking scruffy to South Beach...well that's why I'm writing this post! He hadn't had a haircut and I was my usual&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy Disaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;But we grabbed our bags and headed out. We land in SoBe that night, eat, and pass out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-6258101351252950984?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/6258101351252950984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=6258101351252950984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/6258101351252950984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/6258101351252950984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-i-got-shirt.html' title='How I got the shirt...'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTo7BO9W8nk/SwTN0H5EQpI/AAAAAAAAC5M/5WdzP4-DJKM/s72-c/trip+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-8904233350901574513</id><published>2009-04-05T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:35:42.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;bold&gt; hello am i bold?&lt;/bold&gt; i should not be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-8904233350901574513?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/8904233350901574513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=8904233350901574513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8904233350901574513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/8904233350901574513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-am-i-bold-i-should-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-1594780349467467095</id><published>2009-03-04T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:43:47.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='huh?'/><title type='text'>that's uncool</title><content type='html'>how did this thing know my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-1594780349467467095?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/1594780349467467095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=1594780349467467095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1594780349467467095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/1594780349467467095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2009/03/that-uncool.html' title='that&amp;#39;s uncool'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6482838457867097769.post-4363379607698380131</id><published>2008-08-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:17:14.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the other 83%</title><content type='html'>where are they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6482838457867097769-4363379607698380131?l=theother83percent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/feeds/4363379607698380131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6482838457867097769&amp;postID=4363379607698380131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/4363379607698380131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6482838457867097769/posts/default/4363379607698380131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theother83percent.blogspot.com/2008/08/other-83.html' title='the other 83%'/><author><name>aw</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
