<?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-2701651654306014660</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:32:50.764-07:00</updated><category term='literature'/><category term='amused bouche'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='technology'/><category term='babies'/><category term='musical musings'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Letters'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='social media'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='writing'/><category term='impossible tasks'/><title type='text'>Spective Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Introspective, retrospective, perspective...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-8591590391520593979</id><published>2011-02-09T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:42:15.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Alternative Names for "Mother"</title><summary type='text'>          Tissue          Vending machine          Jungle gym          Ladder          Jukebox          Teething toy&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8591590391520593979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2011/02/alternative-names-for-mother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/8591590391520593979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/8591590391520593979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2011/02/alternative-names-for-mother.html' title='Alternative Names for &quot;Mother&quot;'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-7260106857869604965</id><published>2010-11-02T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:09:42.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>A Tip</title><summary type='text'>Never assume that, because the last diaper was super dirty, the next one won't be.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7260106857869604965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/tip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/7260106857869604965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/7260106857869604965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/tip.html' title='A Tip'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-1651737651887888462</id><published>2010-10-22T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:15:07.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossible tasks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Things That Are Difficult To Do While Holding A Baby</title><summary type='text'>Tying shoesFolding laundryButtering bread</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1651737651887888462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-that-are-difficult-to-do-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/1651737651887888462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/1651737651887888462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-that-are-difficult-to-do-while.html' title='Things That Are Difficult To Do While Holding A Baby'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-3364888391090452417</id><published>2010-10-15T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:23:51.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'>Letter to an Old Friend</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  Dear Fall,  I miss you. Would you be able to come for a visit? I’ve got the next couple months racked off just for you. I have an unwanted houseguest, Summer, who showed up several months late and is now overstaying his welcome. He makes me uncomfortable, with his hot temper that lasts long into the night. I miss our cool interactions, Fall, our colorful conversations filled</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3364888391090452417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-to-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/3364888391090452417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/3364888391090452417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-to-old-friend.html' title='Letter to an Old Friend'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-8942156350012170825</id><published>2010-08-11T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:46:57.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impossible tasks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Writing with a baby</title><summary type='text'>How do people make that work?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8942156350012170825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/writing-with-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/8942156350012170825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/8942156350012170825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/writing-with-baby.html' title='Writing with a baby'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-8543665348169636658</id><published>2010-03-16T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:21:44.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Pondering the Importance and Innateness of Talent</title><summary type='text'>Someone posed a question on LinkedIn: “What do you HATE about writing?”One of the answers:If one is meant to be a writer, then the answer to your question is - Nothing. I believe, that if there is even a single thing about writing that one hates, dont do it. These thoughts are best echoed in a poem by Charles Bukowsk titled - So You Want To Be A Writer:if it doesn't come bursting out of youin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8543665348169636658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/pondering-importance-and-innateness-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/8543665348169636658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/8543665348169636658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/pondering-importance-and-innateness-of.html' title='Pondering the Importance and Innateness of Talent'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-5151933634953255287</id><published>2009-02-05T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:30:42.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>A Response to Time Magazine’s “25 Things I Didn’t Want to Know About You.”</title><summary type='text'>Today a Time Magazine writer complained about the latest Facebook fad, “25 Things About Me.” In this fad, the Facebook user lists 25 theoretically random observations about themselves, and then tags 25 of their friends, saying, “I wanted you to know more about me.” Friends who have been tagged in the note are then encouraged to create their own list of 25 items to share with their friends and the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5151933634953255287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/response-to-time-magazines-25-things-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/5151933634953255287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/5151933634953255287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/response-to-time-magazines-25-things-i.html' title='A Response to Time Magazine’s “25 Things I Didn’t Want to Know About You.”'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-5430619473596514480</id><published>2008-10-29T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:27:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsequence is Looming: Quarterlife Crisis</title><summary type='text'>For the past six years, I’ve been wanted. I’ve been courted, worshipped, wined and dined by the media. Companies have fallen over themselves to win my approval, complimenting my youth, designing clothing for me, creating electronics around what I found interesting. TV shows that didn’t meet with my approval were abruptly canceled, music that didn’t match my tastes plummeted to the bottom of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5430619473596514480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/inconsequence-is-looming-quarterlife.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/5430619473596514480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/5430619473596514480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/inconsequence-is-looming-quarterlife.html' title='Inconsequence is Looming: Quarterlife Crisis'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-535920589210597577</id><published>2008-08-07T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:17:29.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Greatness in The Age Of The Internet</title><summary type='text'> The greatest fear for writers is producing inconsequential work. A writer sits down To Write and the end result doesn’t seem pertinent, important, noteworthy. There is so much pressure to be the Next Great Writer and barring that, to Write Something Good. We want to be the next Hemingway, the next Shakespeare, the next Homer. We write and we slave and we obsess over words and nuances and where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/535920589210597577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/greatness-in-age-of-internet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/535920589210597577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/535920589210597577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/greatness-in-age-of-internet.html' title='Greatness in The Age Of The Internet'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-2334858423663896492</id><published>2008-07-07T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:47:36.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amused bouche'/><title type='text'>It's these small tidbits that make life worthwhile...</title><summary type='text'>Overheard at the complex pool last night: "I've just discovered that my glasses don't work underwater."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2334858423663896492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-these-small-tidbits-that-make-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/2334858423663896492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/2334858423663896492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-these-small-tidbits-that-make-life.html' title='It&apos;s these small tidbits that make life worthwhile...'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-264437511740796556</id><published>2008-07-03T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:22:48.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Hooked: Telling the Truth about Technology, in an Exaggerated, Slightly-Blown-Out-Of-Proportion Way</title><summary type='text'>Confession: I sometimes select books by their cover.Case in point: A few months ago, while searching the “New” section at the library, a shocking yellow-orange cover caught my eye. “Hooked,” by Matt Richtel, a technology journalist in San Francisco. I bit the hook (no pun intended) and checked it out. Fantabulous choice, highly recommended. Sometimes judging by the cover is a good idea.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/264437511740796556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hooked-telling-truth-about-technology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/264437511740796556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/264437511740796556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/07/hooked-telling-truth-about-technology.html' title='Hooked: Telling the Truth about Technology, in an Exaggerated, Slightly-Blown-Out-Of-Proportion Way'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701651654306014660.post-4686507989073357692</id><published>2008-06-20T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:37:31.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical musings'/><title type='text'>"Handlebars": Witty Social Commentary or Simple "Patting Myself on the Back"?</title><summary type='text'>There’s a new song on the radio, “Handlebars” by Flobots. I’m in love with this song. It's unclear to me  if it’s a whimsical display of bravado and self-aggrandizement or a social and political commentary on the egotistical nature of the developed world right now, with the ever increasing popularity of the internet and the magnification of every individual’s 15 minutes of fame.  Either way it’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4686507989073357692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/06/handlebars-witty-social-commentary-or.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/4686507989073357692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2701651654306014660/posts/default/4686507989073357692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spectivemusings.blogspot.com/2008/06/handlebars-witty-social-commentary-or.html' title='&quot;Handlebars&quot;: Witty Social Commentary or Simple &quot;Patting Myself on the Back&quot;?'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15973357624283772776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
