<?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-8632353282761762475</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:03:56.819-04:00</updated><category term='Consuming Signs'/><title type='text'>consuming  signs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509483345262993899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BPmk_OwasU/SREFloBe1UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NJtck7IN-pg/S220/IMG_1170.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632353282761762475.post-74556735308277422</id><published>2008-09-10T00:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:22:47.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Woes Solved By Genius at Bar</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a better story than it is, I suppose.  I promised a friend I'd tell my long sordid tale of computer woe (as if everyone doesn't have one of their own), and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in my share of Apple stores, although lately I’ve been avoiding them, hoping to keep my iPhone lust under control.   The last time I walked by one, I saw the staff in color-coded t shirts and the big (but not ostentatious) Genius Bar sign in the back.  Filed the info away for future reference and kept walking down the street.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, summer came and I was a single working parent away for the summer and without my in-house tech support (translation: spouse with a PhD in computer science should be able to fix anything).   In a moment of weakness, I let the children use the iBook as a dvd player on a car ride to the beach, and cringed as it went slamming onto the floor sideways as we turned off the highway.   Yeah, the pin inside the power slot was bent and the power head was mangled to boot.    And with an old battery in there, I probably had all of about ten minutes worth of power with which I could retrieve my work files  (important stuff, you know, like that week's class lectures and the proofread article that was due to the publisher the next day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drop the girls off at the beach with their aunt, drive to work (from RI to Massachusetts. Ah, New England, how I miss your small and sturdy boundaries!), and stop at a mall with an Apple store on the way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall is pretty quiet on a summer afternoon, but the Apple store is not.  The nice person in the orange shirt ("conceirge," it says on his nametag)   directs me to another nice person in an orange shirt who starts to take my name for an appointment – I can’t get near the guys in the bright blue shirts behind the Genius Bar without an appointment and the soonest one is in the evening of the next day.  Geez!  I make the appointment, but after teaching, I cross state lines on my way back to the beach and decide to call and see if I can get an appointment at another Apple store sooner.  Indeed, they can see me right away and as soon as I pass the phalanx of orange shirts and make my way up confidently to the blue shirts, thrilled to be waited on by geniuses, I see why.  These geniuses are not as genius as the ones I will eventually go back to see at the FIRST Apple store where I had the original appointment.  This is a newer mall and a newer store and mine is, surprisingly, a slightly older Mac, and so they do not have the parts in stock or even a working battery so I can retrieve my Very Important But Not Backed Up Documents off my computer.   While this Genius Bar worker was honest, he was less of a Genius than I needed.  Can guys like that solve the problems of the life of a working, single mother?  I think not.  (okay, well, maybe if he had figured out a quick way to fix my computer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only in this state at the beach for another day or so and can’t wait for the 2nd State Apple Store to fix it (especially when they tell me that have to send out for "parts."  There's only one part that needs to be replaced and no one in a two hour radius had it??)  Honestly, I am reluctant to leave my computer with them – so I keep it and the next day, crossing state lines again for work, I head to the original appointment, where they DO have a battery, so I can retrieve my stupidly not saved work, and they can fix it in the next day or so because in THIS state, the Apple stores can call each other and have parts sent over from one to the other so it doesn’t take a week of waiting.  Whew.  I relinquish the baby, I mean computer, for two days, head to work with most of my livelihood on a USB stick, and look forward to standing back at the genius bar another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that were the end of the story, you’d say everyone can have one good retail experience, right?   Well, like all good stories, this one has a moral: never yell at your kids today for something you might just as easily do wrong tomorrow.   Back in Pennsylvania after a long summer, I walk into the home office in the dark, trip over a power cord that is inexplicably draped across the room, and guess which Mac goes flying and lands on its side again.   Amazingly, the power port and plugs were fine, but of course, the screen and one of the hinges took some collateral damage.  Sigh.  Well, the end result is that the Pittsburgh Geniuses are as reassuring, helpful, smart, and capable as the ones in Boston and that yes, it is possible to walk in and out of an Apple store four times without buying an iPhone, especially if your entire focus is on the desperate need for technical and mechanical help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same week my brother called with a story about the complete lack of helpfulness of Geek Squad members at a Best Buy in California.   He went with a one-man computer repair service instead and is very satisfied.    And now, Gates is getting into the act: Microsoft announced that it’s going to introduce Gurus into major retail stores to help consumers with their PC problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see myself making use of the Gurus any time soon, even if the computer scientist will soon have an office in brand new Gates funded building.   I'm happy to let Gates spread his money around as long as his immense wealth and power do not mean that I have to give up my love affair with Apple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632353282761762475-74556735308277422?l=consumingsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/74556735308277422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632353282761762475&amp;postID=74556735308277422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/74556735308277422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/74556735308277422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/2008/09/summers-woes-solved-by-genius-at-bar.html' title='Summer&apos;s Woes Solved By Genius at Bar'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509483345262993899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BPmk_OwasU/SREFloBe1UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NJtck7IN-pg/S220/IMG_1170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632353282761762475.post-9190259519269684714</id><published>2008-08-21T09:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:01:31.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Omnivore's 100</title><content type='html'>This began at Andrew's &lt;a href="http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/uncategorised/the-omnivores-hundred/"&gt;Very Good Taste &lt;/a&gt;Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;div&gt;1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.&lt;br /&gt;3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.&lt;br /&gt;4) Optional extra: Post a comment  at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Venison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nettle tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;. Huevos rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steak tartare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Crocodile [maybe it was alligator?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Black pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheese fondue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Carp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Borscht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Baba ghanoush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Calamari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Aloo gobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Epoisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Black truffle (although I don't remember it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/span&gt; [peach, homemade by a chef friend]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Steamed pork buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Pistachio ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Heirloom tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Fresh wild berries (a staple!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Foie gras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Rice and beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Brawn or head cheese (yeah, as a kid, forced to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper (raw? definitely cooked but not raw)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dulce de leche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Oysters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Bagna cauda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wasabi peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl (in 1976, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Salted lassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Sauerkraut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Root beer float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Cognac with a fat cigar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Clotted Cream Tea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Vodka Jelly/Jell-O (college party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Gumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Oxtail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Curried goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Whole insects (cricket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Phaal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Goat's milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth $120 or more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Fugu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken tikka masala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Eel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;50. Sea urchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Prickly pear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Umeboshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Abalone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. McDonald's Big Mac Meal (1975? did they exist then?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Spaetzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Dirty gin martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Beer above 8% ABV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Poutine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Carob chips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. S’mores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Sweetbreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Kaolin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Currywurst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Durian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Frogs’ legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Haggis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Fried plantain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Chitterlings or andouillette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Gazpacho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Caviar and blini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Louche absinthe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Gjetost or brunost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Roadkill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Baijiu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Hostess Fruit Pie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Snail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Lapsang Souchong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0. Bellini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Tom Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Eggs Benedict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. 3 Michelin Star Tasting Menu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Kobe beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Hare (rabbit? well, yes, then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Goulash &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Spam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Rose harissa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Catfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Mole poblano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Bagel and lox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Snake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8632353282761762475-9190259519269684714?l=consumingsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://becksposhnosh.blogspot.com/' title='The Omnivore&apos;s 100'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/9190259519269684714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632353282761762475&amp;postID=9190259519269684714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/9190259519269684714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/9190259519269684714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/2008/08/omnivores-100.html' title='The Omnivore&apos;s 100'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509483345262993899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BPmk_OwasU/SREFloBe1UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NJtck7IN-pg/S220/IMG_1170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632353282761762475.post-24818318311843026</id><published>2008-04-29T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:07:23.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Who Explain Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is such a powerful piece.  And funny.  Please read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Note the opening: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He was a man who made a lot of money in advertising or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily I have managed to fill most of my life with men (and women) who don't do this. Unfortunately, so many of us work in environments where it's impossible to avoid.  I am posting it here on consuming signs because it's indicative of the kind of hubris -- and privilege -- that underlies the attitude "I know what you want and I know how to sell it to you."   Perhaps the Frankfurt School wasn't wrong about advertising, about the consumer culture and the people who want to sell it to you.   I'd like to think it's not all a manifestation of totalitarianism, but I worry about the kind of professional privilege that allows some people to think they can construct and sell culture to you without actually considering that you might have your own version....   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632353282761762475-24818318311843026?l=consumingsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-op-solnit13apr13,0,526991.story' title='Men Who Explain Things'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/24818318311843026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632353282761762475&amp;postID=24818318311843026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/24818318311843026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/24818318311843026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/2008/04/men-who-explain-things.html' title='Men Who Explain Things'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509483345262993899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BPmk_OwasU/SREFloBe1UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NJtck7IN-pg/S220/IMG_1170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632353282761762475.post-2953319965959816948</id><published>2008-04-21T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:06:36.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Young at Heart</title><content type='html'>As my friend Leah said, you may not think you want to see this movie, but you do. Trust us.  Here is a &lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2008/04/09/movies/09youn.html"&gt;review &lt;/a&gt;of Young at Heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632353282761762475-2953319965959816948?l=consumingsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youngatheartchorus.com/' title='Young at Heart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2953319965959816948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632353282761762475&amp;postID=2953319965959816948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/2953319965959816948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/2953319965959816948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/2008/04/young-at-heart.html' title='Young at Heart'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509483345262993899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BPmk_OwasU/SREFloBe1UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NJtck7IN-pg/S220/IMG_1170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632353282761762475.post-2253736456572269628</id><published>2008-03-19T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:32:59.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consuming Signs'/><title type='text'>Consuming Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a space to play on the meanings of those words, on the reality of signs -- signage, text, and words that speak to us in the human landscape -- and signs as Baudrillard described them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632353282761762475-2253736456572269628?l=consumingsigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2253736456572269628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632353282761762475&amp;postID=2253736456572269628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/2253736456572269628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632353282761762475/posts/default/2253736456572269628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://consumingsigns.blogspot.com/2008/03/consuming-signs.html' title='Consuming Signs'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509483345262993899</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4BPmk_OwasU/SREFloBe1UI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NJtck7IN-pg/S220/IMG_1170.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
