<?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-7506043977328842455</id><updated>2011-11-24T21:23:04.591-07:00</updated><category term='Kibwe in concert'/><category term='pushiness'/><category term='democracy'/><category term='us citizenship'/><category term='tired'/><category term='no teenagers'/><category term='being a dick'/><category term='Remembrance Day'/><category term='peggle vs boogers'/><category term='adulthood sucks'/><category term='USA'/><category term='band'/><category term='nervousness'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='visitations'/><category term='sun'/><category term='readiness'/><category term='newness'/><category term='My great 2008'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='up for review'/><category term='2008'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='friends'/><category term='summer of my life'/><category term='band teacher'/><category term='lazy days'/><category term='my own place'/><category term='a million bucks'/><category term='no students'/><category term='wierdos'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='stress'/><category term='Nationals'/><category term='peace'/><category term='graduating'/><category term='students'/><category term='California'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='roadtrip'/><category term='no former students'/><category term='music'/><category term='cats'/><category term='6th grade'/><category term=';('/><category term='life'/><category term='free health care yahoo'/><category term='passion'/><category term='love is in the air'/><category term='blah'/><category term='peggle'/><category term='surveys'/><category term='Matt'/><category term='vote'/><category term='manna'/><category term='weird'/><category term='humanity'/><category term='exciting'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Samsonite Yambuzzle</title><subtitle type='html'>Melife Metrips Methoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7952607314847331833</id><published>2011-11-24T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:22:49.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>Today in band, I was coaching a couple of my students through a part only to accidentally call one of them by a wrong name, the name a student we had in our class who passed away about a month ago in a tragic accident.  It was a hard moment for me and I imagine a hard moment for my students.  A month has passed since our school lost four very talented and very bright students to an awful car accident.  I taught all of them and still had one in my band when the accident happened, and the student that I called by the wrong name replaced the student that died.  It has been difficult at times but the outpouring of love and sympathy from all over Alberta has been amazing and has helped with the healing.  One cannot prepare for situations like these and never thinks about tragedies like loosing four students, brothers, sisters, friends.  I think in the end it has helped our school and community become closer.  &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryherald.com/news/Four+kids+small+community+grieving+Magrath+says/5564354/story.html"&gt;News article here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7952607314847331833?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7952607314847331833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7952607314847331833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7952607314847331833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7952607314847331833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4939867031144662782</id><published>2011-10-24T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:49:13.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was in a music video.</title><content type='html'>Thumbs up for an Asian with an afro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B3GribQCg6c?hd=1" width="853"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4939867031144662782?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4939867031144662782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4939867031144662782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4939867031144662782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4939867031144662782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-in-music-video.html' title='I was in a music video.'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B3GribQCg6c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5500531686674885109</id><published>2011-10-24T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:35:05.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Took the plunge!</title><content type='html'>Here's more recent news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBynFTVy1lk/TqXkMHgTiHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Tqp2vGJQB-E/s1600/Us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBynFTVy1lk/TqXkMHgTiHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Tqp2vGJQB-E/s640/Us.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start blogging again. &amp;nbsp;I'll start with the oldest news. &amp;nbsp;I got engaged. &amp;nbsp;Booya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-1396130542920556663?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/1396130542920556663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=1396130542920556663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1396130542920556663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1396130542920556663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2011/10/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again.'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RBynFTVy1lk/TqXkMHgTiHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Tqp2vGJQB-E/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6074214064552856567</id><published>2010-08-31T12:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T12:36:59.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that really your hair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/TH1Li6EcS4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/1XW_uI4qBtk/s1600/Photo+80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/TH1Li6EcS4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/1XW_uI4qBtk/s320/Photo+80.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, it is my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is picture day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-6074214064552856567?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6074214064552856567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6074214064552856567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6074214064552856567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6074214064552856567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2010/08/wtf.html' title='Is that really your hair?'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/TH1Li6EcS4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/1XW_uI4qBtk/s72-c/Photo+80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4083424660262233782</id><published>2010-08-23T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:41:21.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin Michael Craig 1983-2010</title><content type='html'>Nowadays I only blog on important world matters such as &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/10/peggle-peggle-peggle.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/09/lately-ive-just-been-thinking-about.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-realization.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  This entry is no exception.  Meet &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/austinmichaelcraig"&gt;Austin Craig&lt;/a&gt;. You may recognize him from the popular &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/curebadbreath"&gt;OraBrush&lt;/a&gt; videos on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;.  Take a look if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/nFeb6YBftHE/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFeb6YBftHE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nFeb6YBftHE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves a rich legacy of curing bad breath.  His legacy can be enriched if &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;, yes &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;, vote for him in the Logitech Host with the Most election.  He could be the first one to win it posthumously and you could be influential in making this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;a href="http://su.pr/1ybGlE"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and vote for my friend Austin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - He's still alive.  Just vote for him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4083424660262233782?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4083424660262233782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4083424660262233782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4083424660262233782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4083424660262233782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2010/08/austin-michael-craig-1983-2010.html' title='Austin Michael Craig 1983-2010'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8426417282562357702</id><published>2010-04-12T16:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:52:23.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I found me</title><content type='html'>I was perusing blogs and I came across &lt;a href="http://theoutersunset.com/2009/08/04/flashdance-party-at-the-ferry-plaza-august-1st-2009-free/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third picture down...me on the left walking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth picture down...me smack dab in the center in the light blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party in San Fran!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8426417282562357702?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8426417282562357702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8426417282562357702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8426417282562357702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8426417282562357702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-found-me.html' title='I found me'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7143744671230836509</id><published>2010-04-01T13:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:23:19.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>I'm in my office and a student comes in and says to me, "Hey Mr. Yamamoto, I had an accident in shop class" as I had my back towards him.  I turn around and see this bloodied kid as he yells, "April Fools!"  I about had a heart attack.  The blood looked so real, it took me a few minutes to regain my composure.  Good times.  Best April Fools prank pulled on me ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S7TyeXLAZLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HY1nSG1VHjM/s1600/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S7TyeXLAZLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HY1nSG1VHjM/s400/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455251652082689202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7143744671230836509?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7143744671230836509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7143744671230836509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7143744671230836509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7143744671230836509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S7TyeXLAZLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/HY1nSG1VHjM/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-196043341208140342</id><published>2010-03-17T22:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:45:56.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mother</title><content type='html'>Guess what?  My mom thinks I'm five years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="https://clients4.google.com/voice/embed/embedPlayer" width="100%" height="64"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://clients4.google.com/voice/embed/embedPlayer" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="u=17913312784064825159&amp;k=AHwOX_Ap3PRbZMKuTaZ_t7Ytih17Tk8zcC7MtzdkVq68LlZNlpwP0fzVCM5QnCm-u4FE1T2PK1p0tR_j3XnGN8Krup2eVua8remykhH2HrFTfvy6XPTmamLB6ZrTbrCHrriGqPxNIBllqbT3habmvDtR-5ApL2M2T5FP6PL9CrtYnUmbo5RlOEg&amp;baseurl=https://clients4.google.com/voice&amp;autoPlay=false" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-196043341208140342?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/196043341208140342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=196043341208140342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/196043341208140342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/196043341208140342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-mother.html' title='Hello Mother'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8013853614536515272</id><published>2010-01-17T23:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:18:22.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Olympic Sized Weekend</title><content type='html'>Alright, I just want to declare that this weekend was one of the best weekends ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night: Dancing.  Always hits the spot.  Followed by ice cream and slurpees with good company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night: Karaoke.  Nothing beats a little Queen, Smashing Pumpkins, Spice Girls and Green Day sung by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Night: Reigned in the Olympic torch that came only two blocks away from my front door, went to the festivities in town and danced the night away with friends!&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHXyy7n1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/fgTZfb4Xn90/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHXyy7n1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/fgTZfb4Xn90/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971556242071378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, you guessed it.  The flame comes out of that big ice cream come!  Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHXVBe1KI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4Hqto-hb7sI/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHXVBe1KI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4Hqto-hb7sI/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971548250035362"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coke made a cameo appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHWpJim3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/2TAg6WvYQMQ/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHWpJim3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/2TAg6WvYQMQ/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971536472677234"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;President Obama came too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHWN3RRdI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4DTuKxLkfD4/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHWN3RRdI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4DTuKxLkfD4/s400/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971529148286418"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coke paid each one of us $500 for this high profile shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QLJL8xk8I/AAAAAAAAAyE/wZFt3G44WNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QLJL8xk8I/AAAAAAAAAyE/wZFt3G44WNQ/s400/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427975703342715842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flame goes night night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8013853614536515272?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8013853614536515272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8013853614536515272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8013853614536515272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8013853614536515272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-olympic-sized-weekend.html' title='My Olympic Sized Weekend'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/S1QHXyy7n1I/AAAAAAAAAx8/fgTZfb4Xn90/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-352738705007662238</id><published>2009-12-02T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:31:28.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with all these shootings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8388094.stm"&gt;Washington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gpb-PPO8ZanJboYIP6eDaxQJPERwD9CB8D8G0"&gt;Kansas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/incoming/dad-fla-thanksgiving-shootings-were-planned/1055767"&gt;Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/newfoundland-labrador/story/2009/12/02/nl-picadilly-deaths-021209.html"&gt;Newfoundland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wcax.com/Global/story.asp?S=11605705"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.witn.com/home/headlines/78313182.html"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsaz.com/news/headlines/78287037.html"&gt;Ohio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pjstar.com/news/x1682945261/At-least-one-shot-in-Timberlane-Apartments-this-morning"&gt;Illinois&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is all within the past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7506043977328842455-352738705007662238?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/352738705007662238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=352738705007662238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/352738705007662238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/352738705007662238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-with-all-these-shootings.html' title='What&apos;s with all these shootings?'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-780668555957945626</id><published>2009-12-02T11:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:03:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My insatiable appetite to dance has lead me to be a little creative in finding ways to dance especially since I moved up here to Canada.  This past summer I hosted a few dance parties.  I just put together a playlist of songs that would blow the mind of crowd and press play.  And now after those dance parties, couples are asking me to "DJ" their weddings.  I'm upfront with them, I'm not a DJ, but I can put together a playlist that would rock their socks.  The only thing now is I need legit legal music and good speakers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I need my small handful of blog-followers help.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already decided on these Yamaha StagePas 500 speakers (Unless of course someone knows better, let me know).  But I don't know which package would be the best economically or the most bang for my buck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sxa3-bsMAYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3CFEBudxqM0/s1600-h/stagepas500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sxa3-bsMAYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3CFEBudxqM0/s400/stagepas500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410714285545095554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kraftmusic.com/catalog/audio/paspeakers/index.asp?product=5827"&gt;Big package with all the accessories I need, no need to shop more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kraftmusic.com/catalog/audio/paspeakers/index.asp?product=5589"&gt;Same package minus the covers for the speakers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.andysmusiconline.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=Yamaha%2DStagePas%2D500&amp;CartID=1"&gt;Small package with just the stands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=130347909754&amp;rvr_id=&amp;crlp=1_263602_263622&amp;UA=M*S%3F&amp;GUID=2c3207b911d0a0bae2c570e5fff6b56e&amp;itemid=130347909754&amp;ff4=263602_263622#ht_3973wt_1261"&gt;Cheapest deal, but no stands at all and I have to pay for shipping.  The others I don't.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-780668555957945626?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/780668555957945626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=780668555957945626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/780668555957945626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/780668555957945626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/12/which-one.html' title='Which one?'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sxa3-bsMAYI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3CFEBudxqM0/s72-c/stagepas500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4570974647776680102</id><published>2009-11-25T12:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:28:58.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in class a student raised her hand and said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I have a suggestion that you should shave the caterpillar on your lip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and right there (as she points to her chin)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sw2DiQ7ZauI/AAAAAAAAAw4/rDjrDK8r5Uk/s1600/Photo+77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sw2DiQ7ZauI/AAAAAAAAAw4/rDjrDK8r5Uk/s400/Photo+77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408123352224721634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My students are giving me a complex.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4570974647776680102?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4570974647776680102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4570974647776680102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4570974647776680102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4570974647776680102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-in-class-student-raised-her-hand.html' title='Today in class a student raised her hand and said...'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sw2DiQ7ZauI/AAAAAAAAAw4/rDjrDK8r5Uk/s72-c/Photo+77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7032476359613106007</id><published>2009-11-20T13:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:49:11.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Apple hits home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I don't consider myself to be a very brand-loyal person, but if there was only one product that I'm brand loyal to (other than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hm.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haagen-dazs.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Häagen-Dazs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mead.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/product3_10051_10006_124210_-1_false_10051#%23"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mead Top-Bound Spiral Notebooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001570/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ed Norton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;this Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southwest.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Southwest Airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cEPydnb0Ns"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Muppets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;this animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;) then it's gotta be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;.  Yes I have multiple Apple computers and iPods and I eagerly await their long anticipated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.appleinsider.com/articles/09/11/16/apple_tablet_speculation_high_end_graphics_several_models.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;tablet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;But this is the first time I feel burned by Apple.  I didn't think their highly frustrating and controversial App Store approval process was that big of a deal, unlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mashable.com/2009/11/11/app-store-dev-updates/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-13579_3-10398624-37.html?tag=mncol"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-13579_3-10304983-37.html?tag=mncol"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-13579_3-10049887-37.html?tag=mncol"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-13579_3-10301259-37.html?tag=mncol;txt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macrumors.com/2008/09/23/apple-extends-non-disclosure-to-app-store-rejection-letters/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-30684_3-10313434-265.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dipity.com/appliedluck/Timeline_of_Apple_AppStore_Frustration"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://arstechnica.com/apple/news/2009/11/respected-developers-fleeing-from-app-store-platform.ars"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://macrevu.com/2009/11/app-store-developer-frustration-at-a-steady-boil/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, until it finally hit home.  Last July I went to the Piano Technicians Guild Conference in Grand Rapids, Michigan and met with the developers from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tunelab-world.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Tune-lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;.  It was there that I first saw a new app for the iPod Touch for tuning pianos!  I no longer need to use my rickety old HP to tune pianos, just my Touch!  They said it would be due out this fall; waiting and waiting I finally e-mail them asking when it comes out.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div id=":10g" class="ii gt" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "&gt;On Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:35:54 -0500, Sam Yam wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; padding-left: 1ex; "&gt;I'm just wondering when Tunelab comes out for iPhone.  I eagerly await its&lt;br /&gt;arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are also eagerly waiting.  It was submitted to Apply on October 12th, and its status is still "In Review".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Scott&lt;br /&gt;Real-Time Specialties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;Damn you Apple.  Hurry up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;  font-size:medium;"&gt;SamYam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 15px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7032476359613106007?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7032476359613106007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7032476359613106007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7032476359613106007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7032476359613106007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-apple-hits-home.html' title='When Apple hits home'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4271540223865778630</id><published>2009-10-29T18:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:47:52.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invictus</title><content type='html'>This sounds super lame even to me, but I feel a special affinity to Africa mainly because I have &lt;a href="http://keriberiannedyerweb.blogspot.com/"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mckennalane.blogspot.com/"&gt; friends&lt;/a&gt; who have spent a lengthy amount of time studying and serving there.  Plus the fact that I want to go to Africa really really bad and hike &lt;a href="http://goafrica.about.com/od/tanzania/ht/htkilimanjaro.htm"&gt;Kili&lt;/a&gt;.  So when I see a sweet &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/"&gt;movie preview&lt;/a&gt; from one of my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000142/"&gt;directors&lt;/a&gt; starring two of my &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000354/"&gt;favorite&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000151/"&gt;actors&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Africa"&gt;South Africa&lt;/a&gt;, it makes me feel all &lt;a href="http://alyoung.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/nancy-and-mr-t-smile.jpg"&gt;warm&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://423smith.com/wp-content/kittens_snuggle.jpg"&gt;fuzzy&lt;/a&gt; inside.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqKjVo-9qso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqKjVo-9qso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;In all seriousness, this preview really touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7506043977328842455-4271540223865778630?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4271540223865778630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4271540223865778630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4271540223865778630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4271540223865778630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/10/invictus.html' title='Invictus'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-233359811149491623</id><published>2009-10-29T12:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:52:50.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is cool and I want one</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/AdamGrosser_2007-medium.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AdamGrosser-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=285&amp;amp;introDuration=16500&amp;amp;adDuration=4000&amp;amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;amp;adKeys=talk=adam_grosser_and_his_sustainable_fridge;year=2007;theme=tales_of_invention;theme=design_like_you_give_a_damn;theme=ted_in_3_minutes;event=TED2007;&amp;amp;preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/dynamic/AdamGrosser_2007-medium.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/AdamGrosser-2007.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=432&amp;amp;vh=240&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=285&amp;amp;introDuration=16500&amp;amp;adDuration=4000&amp;amp;postAdDuration=2000&amp;amp;adKeys=talk=adam_grosser_and_his_sustainable_fridge;year=2007;theme=tales_of_invention;theme=design_like_you_give_a_damn;theme=ted_in_3_minutes;event=TED2007;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-233359811149491623?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/233359811149491623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=233359811149491623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/233359811149491623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/233359811149491623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-cool-and-i-want-one.html' title='This is cool and I want one'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8861764050888603982</id><published>2009-10-24T02:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T03:38:52.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Private</title><content type='html'>I did it.  I've finally decided to go private on my blog.  But don't you fret, cause it's a different blog just for this purpose.  Just click &lt;a href="http://thesamyam.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see it.  Can't?  Well then just shoot me an &lt;a href="mailto:samuelyamamoto@gmail.com"&gt;e-mail&lt;/a&gt; and maybe, just maybe you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8861764050888603982?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8861764050888603982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8861764050888603982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8861764050888603982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8861764050888603982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/10/gone-private.html' title='Gone Private'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2813920560587966302</id><published>2009-10-21T11:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:30:19.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewal</title><content type='html'>I uploaded a few videos of Utah's Ultimate Trombone Ensemble performance last May, 2008 in which I was proud to be a part of.  Watching all these videos have inspired me to get back in shape...playing trombone.  So yesterday I practiced for the first time in months.  Shame on me.  But I also went running for the first time in months as well.  Shame on me again.  I showered yesterday for the first time in a day.  I have some good habits.  Here's one video.  Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/172664394776"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/172664394776" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. - Thanks Josh for recording this.  UUTE is ever so grateful.&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/7506043977328842455-2813920560587966302?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2813920560587966302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2813920560587966302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2813920560587966302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2813920560587966302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/10/renewal.html' title='Renewal'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4429481204704346911</id><published>2009-09-30T11:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:23:45.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven more lives</title><content type='html'>I almost died today.  And unlike the &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/1983-2009.html"&gt;incident&lt;/a&gt; earlier this year, this one really rattled me.  I'm still reeling over it.  On the way to work this morning, I got stuck behind a fleet of vehicles transporting a double wide mobile home down the two lane highway.  Being the speedy driver that I am, I take the risk of passing the double wide in the other lane of oncoming traffic.  I thought there was no oncoming traffic, until they came up from the coulee.  I couldn't merge right because of the long double wide, so I had to slam on my brakes and veer left into the ditch.  Thankfully they didn't veer the same direction as well.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprisingly calm.  It wasn't until I pulled into town and heard the repetitive thud of my tires because the rubber was gone from slamming on my brakes that I realized I could be dead right now.  Dead because of my foolishness.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this new "lease" on life has really made me think today.  I'm living as if it's my last.  Although I'm genuinely not afraid of death, I realize I would live slightly differently if it were just around the corner.  Life is too short; I'm glad I have another chance to really reflect on what matters and live life to its fullest all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4429481204704346911?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4429481204704346911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4429481204704346911' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4429481204704346911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4429481204704346911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/09/seven-more-lives.html' title='Seven more lives'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6188214232340654872</id><published>2009-09-11T13:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:20:54.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognize and Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't help but think of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11_attacks"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt; on this day.  I remember brushing my teeth, watching the morning news when the national news interrupted showing the Twin Towers.  Then, like everyone else, I spent the the rest of time trying to make sense of it all.  I remember praying that night in tears asking what now?  Why all this ruthlessness?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sincere and naive wish in this world is to have world peace, just like this woman, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jehane_Noujaim"&gt;Jehane Noujaim&lt;/a&gt;.  And like her I feel it can begin to be accomplished through means of self expression: music, dance, art and film.  I'm sad I just discovered her today.  I'm even more sad I missed her &lt;a href="http://www.pangeaday.org/index.php"&gt;Pangea Day&lt;/a&gt;.  Because if you know me well enough, you know that I always love it when people get together for a peace loving time, and I feel the mediums that does it most effectively the vast majority of the time are the arts, such as music, dance, art and film.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jehane gave this inspiring &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt; Talk and in it she says, "the biggest danger in our future is understanding the other."  What would happen if we truly understood the plight of our foe, or our friend, or the guy stole from me last week?  I think we would be better off.  I know it may sound overly simple, but I really don't think there's much more to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCFSrb6B5nw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCFSrb6B5nw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-6188214232340654872?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6188214232340654872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6188214232340654872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6188214232340654872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6188214232340654872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/09/recognize-and-remember.html' title='Recognize and Remember'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2658964270004353392</id><published>2009-09-10T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:20:15.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Private?</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, it's been hard to blog lately.  All for a number of reasons: School's started, I'm getting back into a routine.  I want to blog about my summer escapades but just thinking about it is so overwhelming and exhausting I just put it off.  And well, the biggest reason: I find myself writing posts and not publishing them because of the audience that I know I have.  Students, parents of students, peers, anyone else?  I'm censoring myself.  And it's killing me.  I'm thinking of going private, but I don't want to.  And the new girl living in the basement is smoking right now and it's driving me effing crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2658964270004353392?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2658964270004353392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2658964270004353392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2658964270004353392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2658964270004353392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/09/private.html' title='Private?'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4201343246021771</id><published>2009-09-02T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:03:15.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawty got low low low low low low low low</title><content type='html'>I have a move or two to learn from this genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqBTMNRktBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqBTMNRktBk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4201343246021771?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4201343246021771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4201343246021771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4201343246021771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4201343246021771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/09/shawty-got-low-low-low-low-low-low-low.html' title='Shawty got low low low low low low low low'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2832262574288165200</id><published>2009-08-01T09:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:39:32.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>N.C.M.O.W.S.Y.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SnqxSiSiJpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/XxEyyaWs61w/s1600-h/good-luck-charms-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SnqxSiSiJpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/XxEyyaWs61w/s400/good-luck-charms-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366796837965670034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good luck charm.  If you date me and we have any sort of relationship, odds are, you'll get married...to someone else.  I've been the send-off thrice and all the girls I've dated are now married with the exception of one girl, who would surprise me to be in any sort of lasting marriage anyway.  There's always an exception I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck also rubs off in the short term.  Yes, if you travel with me not only will you have a fun time, but you'll also get some unattached loving.  There's only two criteria: I have to be dead asleep and I have to be nearby.  Nearby as in inches away from you and your lovely friend.  Yes, yes it is true; I have four friends that can vouch for this.  You're welcome, and you owe me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2832262574288165200?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2832262574288165200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2832262574288165200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2832262574288165200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2832262574288165200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/08/ncmowsya.html' title='N.C.M.O.W.S.Y.A.'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SnqxSiSiJpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/XxEyyaWs61w/s72-c/good-luck-charms-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7239200641047428985</id><published>2009-07-18T22:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:58:58.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool people I've met</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; had just finished a field study on conservation biology in New Zealand and Australia and was on her way home to Minnesota when I met her in LAX.  We were both waiting to board the flight to Chicago when they announced they overbooked the plane and were looking for volunteers to give up their seat for a $300 travel voucher and a guaranteed seat for the next flight out.  Of course I volunteered.  That's when we also met &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt;.  She was heading home to Ottawa.  The three of us started talking when we saw&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Jerry&lt;/span&gt; frustrated and exhausted from traveling, talking to the airline attendants.  He was a furniture dealer that distributes around the world and a former armed forces service man.  He had been pushed back for over 14 hours, spent the night in LAX and still had no flight home.  He was in surprisingly good spirits and entertained the three of us with his travel stories from around the world.  The four of us were sitting on the floor of the airport waiting for our next flight chewing the fat, listening to Jerry's stories.  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sonya, Ryan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;.  They were the first ones I approached to help me with my double dutch photo journal.  I saw them dancing in front of a cool fiddling/bluesy band and knew that if they were cool enough to dance, they'd be down with helping me out.  They were really friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmQKU4EL5GI/AAAAAAAAAuI/05x92CAoG4A/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmQKU4EL5GI/AAAAAAAAAuI/05x92CAoG4A/s400/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360420810241336418"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.org/people/leesab/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; through &lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.org"&gt; couchsurfing.org&lt;/a&gt;.  This was my first real experience couch surfing someone else's couch.  She was great and really hospitable.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.loumalnatis.com/"&gt;Lou Malnati's&lt;/a&gt; for some Chicago deep dish pizza.  She showed me around town then got some drinks and cheese cake in the &lt;a href="http://www.signatureroom.com/"&gt;Signature Room&lt;/a&gt; up the &lt;a href="http://www.johnhancockcenterchicago.com/"&gt;John Hancock Center&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmPhrG8iVNI/AAAAAAAAAt4/W4Grf8y7MuY/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmPhrG8iVNI/AAAAAAAAAt4/W4Grf8y7MuY/s400/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360376112216167634"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wieners_Circle"&gt;Weiner's Circle&lt;/a&gt; in Chicago anticipating brutally harsh treatment.  I walked up and to my disappointment, no one was there.  So I order a hot dog and a drink, sit outside and there was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eric, Jory,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;.  Eric asked Jory, "Do you want me to yell at her?"  I interjected, "Yes!"  This video ensued shortly thereafter as the lady behind the desk was making fun of Annie for riding a scooter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53091f31538f8e4a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53091f31538f8e4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330276778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22101E005BA839312BD050225753DE7C3DD4D0EA.4820F07C9195258A22E9CC06796D8E1A3C58FBBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53091f31538f8e4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcrCO4oX8AzjOyEXQKmI4WtqNp80&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53091f31538f8e4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330276778%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22101E005BA839312BD050225753DE7C3DD4D0EA.4820F07C9195258A22E9CC06796D8E1A3C58FBBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53091f31538f8e4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcrCO4oX8AzjOyEXQKmI4WtqNp80&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt; as I was traveling on the train to Grand Rapids.  He recently graduated from Indiana in music composition and now freelanced as a pianist and composer.  He felt he hit a ceiling in Chicago so he decided to pick up and move to New York City and here I met him in the middle of his transition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Cooley Law Students&lt;/span&gt; were a riot!  I couldn't believe how much they went out and partied but it was fun and highly entertaining.  They definitely party as hard as they study.  The latter I'm assuming they study as hard as they play.  Great people, fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmQw6YCCteI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0fZZIjUNhXM/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmQw6YCCteI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0fZZIjUNhXM/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360463235919295970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt; was the best traveling stranger I had the privilege of sitting next to.  She sat next to me for most of the four hour train ride from Chicago to Grand Rapids.  She had a delightful laugh and was making fun of herself the whole time.  She was on the phone most of the time talking to her mother and then daughter, then between conversations she would tell me about Michigan and the Midwest.  She was delightful company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aaron &amp;amp; JB&lt;/span&gt; New Chicago Cub recuits their friend &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/span&gt; that I met at in Grand Rapids while hanging out late one night.  Really funny guys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blake&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; helped me out with my double dutch photo journal.  They had just dropped off Blake's mom off at work and were playing on some swings in downtown Grand Rapids when I approached them about helping me out. Blake loved the ropes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmQJ0tMwqcI/AAAAAAAAAuA/bQ6EAYEGhjk/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmQJ0tMwqcI/AAAAAAAAAuA/bQ6EAYEGhjk/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360420257568696770"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7239200641047428985?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7239200641047428985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7239200641047428985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7239200641047428985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7239200641047428985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/07/cool-people-ive-met.html' title='Cool people I&apos;ve met'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SmQKU4EL5GI/AAAAAAAAAuI/05x92CAoG4A/s72-c/IMG_0429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5969163313243202108</id><published>2009-07-12T11:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:28:10.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelpacking continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.havasupaitribe.com/"&gt;Havasupai&lt;/a&gt; yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.la.com/"&gt;LA&lt;/a&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en.html"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5969163313243202108?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5969163313243202108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5969163313243202108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5969163313243202108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5969163313243202108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/07/travelpacking-continued.html' title='Travelpacking continued'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5257240494947099849</id><published>2009-07-08T03:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:45:18.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Travelpacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.provo.org/"&gt;Provo&lt;/a&gt; yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitlasvegas.com/"&gt;Vegas&lt;/a&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?client=safari&amp;rls=en-us&amp;q=havasupai&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;hl=en&amp;tab=wi"&gt;Havasupai&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5257240494947099849?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5257240494947099849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5257240494947099849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5257240494947099849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5257240494947099849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/07/travelpacking.html' title='Travelpacking'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-1284946365889082854</id><published>2009-06-29T12:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:29:03.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting it off...</title><content type='html'>This Wednesday I leave for the States for two months of raucous fun and traveling.  Like many times before I leave, I'm filled with excitement and anticipation.  And like these times, events serendipitously come together days and weeks before, making it hard for me to leave yet again.  I haven't had a weekend like last since Provo and it was amazing.  &lt;a href="http://flickthatswhy.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-while-its-trueall-straigh-things.html"&gt;Flick&lt;/a&gt; can articulate it for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to put off any sort of interest until the very last moment, when possibilities are damned by an absence of company.  I asked a cool girl out for lunch.  A very rare &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html"&gt;event&lt;/a&gt; .  I'm actually excited about it.  Even more rare.  I think she's excited about it too.  More rare than &lt;a href="http://pornunicorn.blogspot.com/"&gt;unicorns&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thejhexp.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams.html"&gt;zombies&lt;/a&gt; at the farmers market in &lt;a href="http://kylejayrogers.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-home-for-little-while.html"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt;.  I leave Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-1284946365889082854?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/1284946365889082854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=1284946365889082854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1284946365889082854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1284946365889082854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/putting-it-off.html' title='Putting it off...'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5588955108238581464</id><published>2009-06-28T01:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:43:28.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing &gt; Sleeping</title><content type='html'>In the past 43 hours I have slept about four hours and have danced more than five.  I feel great and I love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5588955108238581464?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5588955108238581464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5588955108238581464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5588955108238581464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5588955108238581464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-sleeping.html' title='Dancing &gt; Sleeping'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7421569609769761516</id><published>2009-06-27T15:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:04:26.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>36 hours</title><content type='html'>FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;6:30: Wake up, have a cuddle party with my friends sleeping over&lt;br /&gt;8:40: Work, organize my office, chew the fat with other teachers, make some phone calls, meet with a student and a parent, write up some evaluations, send some e-mails...like a boss.&lt;br /&gt;16:00: Go home&lt;br /&gt;16:45: Meet up with Flick, finish up our playlist&lt;br /&gt;17:30: Listened to music, facebooked, blogged, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;18:45: Went to the Cheesecake Cafe with Graham, Kelsey, Heather and Evan&lt;br /&gt;20:00: Choir practice&lt;br /&gt;21:20: Headed over to the tunnel to set up for our dance party&lt;br /&gt;22:05: DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;00:30: Last four to dance, went to Macs to get slurpees then all our cars&lt;br /&gt;1:15: At Amanda's to watch Mystic River&lt;br /&gt;1:20: Fell asleep, only got 5% of the movie&lt;br /&gt;3:00ish: Woke up to see the DVD player start Mystic River again, stayed awake to see 95% of Mystic River&lt;br /&gt;5:30ish: Talked about how much we liked the movie, tried to go to sleep again, couldn't, decided to go to Tim Hortons&lt;br /&gt;6:30: Breakfast at Tim Horton's&lt;br /&gt;8:00: Got home, more cuddle partying with my friends staying over&lt;br /&gt;8:40: Left for Magrath to volunteer for the Yard Sale&lt;br /&gt;11:30: Went to Napa auto parts for a new thermostat for my car&lt;br /&gt;12:00: Napping party&lt;br /&gt;14:00: Woke up, Phase 10 party with my friends upstairs&lt;br /&gt;15:46: Writing this blog&lt;br /&gt;18:00: Hay Hay's wedding reception&lt;br /&gt;19:30: Concert in the Park&lt;br /&gt;22:00: Dance party at the Henotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7421569609769761516?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7421569609769761516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7421569609769761516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7421569609769761516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7421569609769761516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/36-hours.html' title='36 hours'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2879847467287326681</id><published>2009-06-26T13:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:07:47.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>Look at where I've come:  &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-days.html"&gt;Fully dressed shirt and tie&lt;/a&gt; to washed up t-shirt, shorts, sandals and a gross haircut and prepubescent facial hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SkUpV6j8FsI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0VR6bnmM-wg/s1600-h/Photo+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SkUpV6j8FsI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0VR6bnmM-wg/s400/Photo+56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351729188673689282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I couldn't sleep the night before the first day of teaching.  Last night I fell asleep on the couch, my friends came home late and they told me they woke me up several times but I don't remember.  I got eight hours of sleep.  It was wonderful.  Looking back over the year I've learned so much about myself, about teaching and about students.  Here are some of those things:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love teaching.  I LOVE IT.  I love it, I love it, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I came into teaching wanting to eventually be an administrator.  You can't pay me to be an administrator.  No offense to principals or office workers, but the highlight of my day is when I'm with the students.  Then it all goes downhill after classes when I have to plan and make phone calls and do this or that.  I just can't sit at a desk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't care how much I know until they know how much I care.  Cliche, yes.  True, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack a lunch, I'll be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suck at disseminating information quickly.  Need to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's okay to fail at somethings.  It's okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think they would come out and say it outright, but students need structure, and defined expectations.  I'll interject dammit just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small town schools don't function the same way a school does that's bigger than the small town.  &lt;/ul&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2879847467287326681?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2879847467287326681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2879847467287326681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2879847467287326681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2879847467287326681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SkUpV6j8FsI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0VR6bnmM-wg/s72-c/Photo+56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3297794236871679484</id><published>2009-06-25T16:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:29:26.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P King of Pop</title><content type='html'>Whatever feelings you may have of him, the world lost an icon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SkQBEkTOHVI/AAAAAAAAAto/65-LdAxgkmQ/s1600-h/michael-jackson-concert-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SkQBEkTOHVI/AAAAAAAAAto/65-LdAxgkmQ/s400/michael-jackson-concert-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351403435198389586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D65917508%26t%3D1245971624&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=65917508&amp;t=1245971624&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"/&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3297794236871679484?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3297794236871679484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3297794236871679484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3297794236871679484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3297794236871679484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-king-of-pop.html' title='R.I.P King of Pop'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SkQBEkTOHVI/AAAAAAAAAto/65-LdAxgkmQ/s72-c/michael-jackson-concert-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-1592863713484352390</id><published>2009-06-21T23:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:45:35.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Summer</title><content type='html'>Today was the longest day of the year.  I'm still not used to the amount of sunlight we get up here.  Dawn starts breaking at about 4 am and it's still dusk at 10:30 pm.  Regardless of the not being used to the extremely long days, I love it!  I heralded summer in by having a sleepover party in a little grass bowl called the Sugar Bowl.  Me and nine other friends got blankets and set up camp in the bottom of the field, rolled down the hill, had a dancing party, had a pillow fight and took a nap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this weekend was quite good.  Friday night I played trombone in a contemporary jazz ensemble in a local night club in town.  Then hit the last part of a church dance where they played MGMT, Daft Punk among others.  I was surprised; I was blown away actually.  Then had a sleepover party with some friends where I only got about two hours of sleep.  Had breakfast with more friends Saturday morning, lounged around all day Saturday, went to a baseball field where there was a BBQ and kickball going on, then went back to the Slice to listen to more jazz...then to my second sleepover party in the Sugar Bowl.  I'm quite content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-1592863713484352390?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/1592863713484352390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=1592863713484352390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1592863713484352390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1592863713484352390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-summer.html' title='Hello Summer'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3286094091231804183</id><published>2009-06-18T23:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:01:48.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalkers</title><content type='html'>You've been discovered...I know who you are...I'm watching you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SjtBwkUCy1I/AAAAAAAAAtI/UALlcTXkaZo/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SjtBwkUCy1I/AAAAAAAAAtI/UALlcTXkaZo/s400/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348941285069867858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll see you in band next fall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3286094091231804183?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3286094091231804183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3286094091231804183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3286094091231804183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3286094091231804183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/stalkers.html' title='Stalkers'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SjtBwkUCy1I/AAAAAAAAAtI/UALlcTXkaZo/s72-c/Photo+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-9119472705428759015</id><published>2009-06-17T00:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:48:45.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The second awakening</title><content type='html'>Today I got my second wedding invitation in as many days, and my ninth invitation so far this summer with more on the way.  I haven't had wedding invitations line my fridge like this since.....ever.  One of the couples met at the beginning of this year, got married in May and are now pregnant with their first kid.  Nothing to naked in five months.  Naked to knocked up in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-9119472705428759015?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/9119472705428759015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=9119472705428759015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/9119472705428759015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/9119472705428759015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-awakening.html' title='The second awakening'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-9028572428292328271</id><published>2009-06-16T11:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:41:40.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music across....generations?</title><content type='html'>Today we are cleaning our band instruments and during one of the classes I asked if they want to listen to any music.  Of course!  Why do I need to ask?  Then one of the students asked, "Can we listen to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/etjusticepourtous"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt;?"  It was a very satisfying moment for me.  It would also make Melia proud.  It was her little sister.  She was also in grade 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-9028572428292328271?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/9028572428292328271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=9028572428292328271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/9028572428292328271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/9028572428292328271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-acrossgenerations.html' title='Music across....generations?'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5437090669698531557</id><published>2009-06-12T10:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:58:10.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns in a clown car</title><content type='html'>How many grade 7 students can you fit in Mr. Yamamoto's office? &lt;br /&gt;Apparently 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SjKI8BpB8nI/AAAAAAAAAso/YfbTPQSvmXI/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SjKI8BpB8nI/AAAAAAAAAso/YfbTPQSvmXI/s400/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346486272456258162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5437090669698531557?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5437090669698531557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5437090669698531557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5437090669698531557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5437090669698531557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/clowns-in-clown-car.html' title='Clowns in a clown car'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SjKI8BpB8nI/AAAAAAAAAso/YfbTPQSvmXI/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7789452003364902197</id><published>2009-06-11T17:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:13:17.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My two new roommates</title><content type='html'>I moved upstairs from my basement suite in April and loved it.  Then I spent two months in my new found space (3 bedrooms and 2 floors) all to myself and loved it.  Then to cut costs I skeptically let two brothers move in to take up the other two rooms.  And guess what???  I love it!   They're not bad at all!  I got home today and they had a sandwich ready for me!  Yesterday we played Rock Band!  I think my experience last summer with Storm (yes that's his real name), my roommate from hell, kind of jaded me to this whole roommate idea.  There is hope for humanity, and it begins with cool roommates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7789452003364902197?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7789452003364902197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7789452003364902197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7789452003364902197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7789452003364902197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-two-new-roommates.html' title='My two new roommates'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5711693247073451080</id><published>2009-06-10T18:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:54:58.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My summer</title><content type='html'>in two words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3Hms3tCZXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3Hms3tCZXU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5711693247073451080?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5711693247073451080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5711693247073451080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5711693247073451080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5711693247073451080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-summer.html' title='My summer'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7666566178109061183</id><published>2009-06-03T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:30:09.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian guys</title><content type='html'>I think &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/01/20/11-asian-girls/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; also explains why I'm single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7666566178109061183?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7666566178109061183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7666566178109061183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7666566178109061183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7666566178109061183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/asian-guys.html' title='Asian guys'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6553815961417656399</id><published>2009-06-02T00:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:32:13.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor this and bachelor that</title><content type='html'>I met a cool guy back in August.  We were each other's first friend up here in Canada and hung out a lot, then he met a girl and things just fizzled out between us.  That's life.  I understand.  I was honored and surprised when he asked if I would be his best man for his wedding.  I was happy to oblige.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow he gets married.  So tonight I thought I'd do what traditionally the best man does and throw him a bachelor party.  We got a group of friends together and went salsa dancing.  Much to my surprise again, he was asking girls to dance left and right.  It was perfect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home he innocently says to me, "You know, if we were still hanging out like we did tonight since September, I would be single still."  I laughed so hard.  Yes I guess my lifestyle is the lifestyle of bachelor.  Yes I suppose I enjoy this lifestyle more than that of being married.  No I never thought it would prevent &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; from being married as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-6553815961417656399?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6553815961417656399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6553815961417656399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6553815961417656399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6553815961417656399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/06/bachelor-this-and-bachelor-that.html' title='Bachelor this and bachelor that'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7205247154582096418</id><published>2009-05-20T14:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:24:17.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new-do</title><content type='html'>I asked my Grade 6 band today if they liked my new hairdo and they all blurted out no.  I asked a student if she would still be in my class if I looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/ShRqmC63NpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tWLqAorqYog/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/ShRqmC63NpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tWLqAorqYog/s400/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338008660192212626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said no.  I get no respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - They have no choice, band is required for all Grade 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7205247154582096418?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7205247154582096418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7205247154582096418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7205247154582096418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7205247154582096418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-do.html' title='The new-do'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/ShRqmC63NpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tWLqAorqYog/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4559207153271885633</id><published>2009-05-15T16:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:15:05.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch me Peggle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sg3pUbzUfFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hh2hDCHd_90/s1600-h/Photo+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sg3pUbzUfFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hh2hDCHd_90/s400/Photo+201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336177670773570642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was perusing the App store on my iPod Touch and guess what I found???  &lt;a href="http://www.popcap.com/games/peggle"&gt;Peggle&lt;/a&gt; for the iPod Touch!  Now I can idly waste time ANYWHERE!!!  &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/09/lately-ive-just-been-thinking-about.html"&gt;I should enroll in grad school just to play Peggle more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4559207153271885633?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4559207153271885633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4559207153271885633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4559207153271885633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4559207153271885633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/05/touch-me-peggle.html' title='Touch me Peggle!!!'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sg3pUbzUfFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/hh2hDCHd_90/s72-c/Photo+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6014984659418557953</id><published>2009-05-09T17:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:15:53.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm blogging about laundry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgYOmF9QpNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9gPzCBAAO-o/s1600-h/blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgYOmF9QpNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9gPzCBAAO-o/s400/blogging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333966856263869650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-6014984659418557953?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6014984659418557953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6014984659418557953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6014984659418557953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6014984659418557953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-blogging-about-laundry.html' title='I&apos;m blogging about laundry.'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgYOmF9QpNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/9gPzCBAAO-o/s72-c/blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7849456200368805176</id><published>2009-05-09T17:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:13:45.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing laundry</title><content type='html'>I was extra bored doing laundry today and rearranged my t-shirts in my dresser then the thought occurred to me: People have mentioned to me that I need to vary my wardrobe more: Not wear khakis every day, and wear different colors other than earth tones and plain tees.  But who the hell is asking them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgYM3t6vkTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/84ScdMELt7o/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgYM3t6vkTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/84ScdMELt7o/s400/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333964960025252146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7849456200368805176?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7849456200368805176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7849456200368805176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7849456200368805176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7849456200368805176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/05/doing-laundry.html' title='Doing laundry'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgYM3t6vkTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/84ScdMELt7o/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6528551872890234940</id><published>2009-05-05T23:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:43:16.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Surfing</title><content type='html'>A year ago in my marketing class, the professor talked about &lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.org/"&gt;couchsurfing.org&lt;/a&gt; and how it was effectively retaining it's user base.  I was intrigued and then hooked.  I thought it was the best idea ever!  Although I have yet to surf someone's (someone I don't initially know, that is) couch, I had my first couch surfing experience tonight.  A fellow couch surfer contacted me and wanted to meet up to hang.  We met up at Jazz night at a restaurant in town.  Him and his girlfriend were totally cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sceptical about couch surfing?  Don't sign up, it's not for the skeptic.  But the &lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.org/mission_stats.html"&gt;stats&lt;/a&gt; speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgEcF-WbIII/AAAAAAAAAsA/ap7nv7uIQE0/s1600-h/3153317922_2a71d45797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgEcF-WbIII/AAAAAAAAAsA/ap7nv7uIQE0/s400/3153317922_2a71d45797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332574322745352322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-6528551872890234940?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6528551872890234940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6528551872890234940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6528551872890234940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6528551872890234940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/05/couch-surfing.html' title='Couch Surfing'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SgEcF-WbIII/AAAAAAAAAsA/ap7nv7uIQE0/s72-c/3153317922_2a71d45797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-9116517223065621304</id><published>2009-05-05T00:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:39:05.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On repeat...</title><content type='html'>I usually never put songs on repeat.  But this one is &lt;a href="http://www.court13.com/TimeToPretend_480.mov"&gt;irresistible&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-9116517223065621304?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/9116517223065621304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=9116517223065621304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/9116517223065621304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/9116517223065621304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-repeat.html' title='On repeat...'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8930412404076536358</id><published>2009-04-30T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:26:22.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplify your life</title><content type='html'>So there's this &lt;a href="http://www.simplifymedia.com/"&gt;plug-in&lt;/a&gt; for iTunes that lets you wirelessly stream music from other people's iTunes libraries for your use.  I can't get over how amazing it is.  There's also an app for my iTouch so I can listen to other libraries without my computer.  Any given day I'm listening to my music from home when I'm at work or my friends' music in San Francisco, Provo, or Orem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're listening to music in the classroom, we're usually listening to music that's at my home or 800 miles away down South.  And right now I'm listening to Rendon's music in Provo cause he has tons more &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/etjusticepourtous"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt; than I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Simplify, let me know what your user name is and let's share.  There might be something in my 400 gigs of music you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8930412404076536358?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8930412404076536358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8930412404076536358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8930412404076536358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8930412404076536358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplify-your-life.html' title='Simplify your life'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7703008478374700077</id><published>2009-04-30T14:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:39:18.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't waste your time</title><content type='html'>I knew I was &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/movies-to-see.html"&gt;right&lt;/a&gt; about X-Men.  Just read up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/04/30/MO0F17BO2V.DTL"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.eonline.com/uberblog/movie_reviews/b121496_review_x-men_origins_wolverine_hairy.html"&gt;E! Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kansascity.com/892/story/1170259.html"&gt;Kansas City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7703008478374700077?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7703008478374700077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7703008478374700077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7703008478374700077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7703008478374700077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-knew-i-was-right-about-x-men.html' title='Don&apos;t waste your time'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3582862294982158418</id><published>2009-04-29T14:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:57:11.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no former students'/><title type='text'>Ummm....</title><content type='html'>Today a fellow teacher and I were talking in the staff room (By the way, I feel mature enough to think in terms of "fellow teacher" and "talking in the staff room" but part of me still at times thinks "WHAT?!?!") and he was telling me a story about a question a female student asked him at the beginning of the year.  It went something like this, obviously told to you secondhand but you'll get the point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. So and So, can students date teachers?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if that would be the wisest thing."&lt;br /&gt;"Cause that new band teacher is pretty cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3582862294982158418?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3582862294982158418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3582862294982158418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3582862294982158418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3582862294982158418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/ummm.html' title='Ummm....'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-574064948749013558</id><published>2009-04-28T00:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:54:15.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1113.748 miles</title><content type='html'>is the exact distance that is happily frustrating me to no end.  Damn you 1113.748 miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-574064948749013558?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/574064948749013558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=574064948749013558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/574064948749013558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/574064948749013558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/1113748-miles.html' title='1113.748 miles'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8059336604396052149</id><published>2009-04-23T00:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:19:19.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You get what you want; you want what you get</title><content type='html'>Last year during my &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-great-2008.html"&gt;Great 2008&lt;/a&gt;, there was one thing I wanted to accomplish: making it great (cheesy, lame, but it worked and it was awesome).  Indeed I accomplished this.  One way I did was through my living situation.  I had an awesome room with a balcony to the front and I had an accompanying room just next to mine that I made into a movie room.  Sleepovers, movie nights, &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dvno.html"&gt;Porchapalooza's&lt;/a&gt;, camping in my bedroom, and other playtime activities ensued.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm doing the grown up thing.  I have a job, I rent my own basement suite.  It's a nice living.  Well, it just got nicer cause I'm now moving upstairs.  The boys upstairs are moving out and I'm moving in...into a three bedroom home and I'm the only tenant!  I don't know what to do with myself!  I have multiple rooms for sleepovers, movie nights and Roomapalooza's, not to mention a backyard porch and nice shade trees.  I guess I can still have a Porchapalooza!  Oh man, the ideas keep on streaming in.  PLAYTIME continues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8059336604396052149?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8059336604396052149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8059336604396052149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8059336604396052149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8059336604396052149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-get-what-you-want-you-want-what-you.html' title='You get what you want; you want what you get'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2946123123018082043</id><published>2009-04-20T16:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:42:53.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A website crucial to your existence</title><content type='html'>A friend introduced me to an amazing &lt;a href="http://totallylookslike.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.  This website analyzes the similarities between persons in popular culture.  It is worth your reading if you are 1) writing a paper on the similarities between Bob Ross and a  Bichon Frise or a microphone 2) gathered around the water cooler at work 3) hanging out with friends and one or more persons has a laptop or PDA with internet 4) thinking about doing homework or studying for a final 5) thinking about what to do while putting off doing homework or studying for a final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sez531aOqKI/AAAAAAAAAro/K83GdaW7Vx8/s1600-h/this-woman-totally-looks-like-jabba-the-hutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sez531aOqKI/AAAAAAAAAro/K83GdaW7Vx8/s400/this-woman-totally-looks-like-jabba-the-hutt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326907196897667234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sez54F4cSPI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lzhmltxYDHA/s1600-h/128837203622875908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sez54F4cSPI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lzhmltxYDHA/s400/128837203622875908.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326907201319356658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sez54G3EXwI/AAAAAAAAArw/Vrm9PC9mSqE/s1600-h/128834337716539000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sez54G3EXwI/AAAAAAAAArw/Vrm9PC9mSqE/s400/128834337716539000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326907201582030594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2946123123018082043?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2946123123018082043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2946123123018082043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2946123123018082043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2946123123018082043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/website-crucial-to-your-existence.html' title='A website crucial to your existence'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sez531aOqKI/AAAAAAAAAro/K83GdaW7Vx8/s72-c/this-woman-totally-looks-like-jabba-the-hutt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4193261956592920635</id><published>2009-04-08T11:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:56:42.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught</title><content type='html'>Today I had a student pull something up from my computer and what did he see???  He saw this blog and then announced it, "Mr Yamamoto has a blog!"  Yes yes, I've been exposed.  Yes yes, they very well could read this now.  I was anticipating that sometime this would happen.  Sure whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, living in Canada and being a US citizen now, I have to file taxes in both countries.  I got some helpful &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/tips/tax_preparation_tips"&gt;tax advice&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/index"&gt;my most trusted news source&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4193261956592920635?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4193261956592920635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4193261956592920635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4193261956592920635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4193261956592920635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/caught.html' title='Caught'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8792711955342987304</id><published>2009-04-06T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:25:11.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8792711955342987304?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8792711955342987304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8792711955342987304' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8792711955342987304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8792711955342987304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7517991986317413466</id><published>2009-04-01T15:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:11:05.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies to see</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of a couple movies I want to see because they look like fantastic works of art:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/wherethewildthingsare/"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/up/"&gt;UP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of a few movies I want to see because they look entertaining and I want to indulge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/startrek/"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/yearone/"&gt;Year One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/publicenemies/large.html"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/sunshinecleaning/"&gt;Sunshine Cleaning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a movie that has me curious, although I don't like Jon Cusack, so I might not go see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/2012/"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of a few movies that look like pure cinematographic masturbation and I'll probably go see it just because I'll be with a large group of friends and large numbers of people tend to be dumber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/transformersrevengeofthefallen/"&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/wolverine/"&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/terminatorsalvation/"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7517991986317413466?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7517991986317413466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7517991986317413466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7517991986317413466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7517991986317413466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/04/movies-to-see.html' title='Movies to see'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8550203053844444262</id><published>2009-03-26T01:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:04:04.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>26 on 26</title><content type='html'>This will only happen once in my lifetime.  I'm 26 on the 26th.  Happy birthday to me.  I rang it in in true fashion: by dancing the night away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8550203053844444262?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8550203053844444262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8550203053844444262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8550203053844444262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8550203053844444262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/26-on-26.html' title='26 on 26'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7037481108693231715</id><published>2009-03-24T00:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:25:01.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a piano?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sch8GbvGl4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/5ssQlKz3XqM/s1600-h/Sam+business+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sch8GbvGl4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/5ssQlKz3XqM/s400/Sam+business+card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316635810077251458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some skills you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7037481108693231715?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7037481108693231715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7037481108693231715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7037481108693231715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7037481108693231715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-piano.html' title='Got a piano?'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/Sch8GbvGl4I/AAAAAAAAAqw/5ssQlKz3XqM/s72-c/Sam+business+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-1146227959009621938</id><published>2009-03-23T18:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:27:48.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lenten Fast</title><content type='html'>Four years ago MJ introduced me to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lent"&gt;Lent&lt;/a&gt; and every year since I've chosen a few things here and there to fast from.  My first year it was ice cream.  Instead consuming ice cream I bought a case of Mandarin Oranges, put them in the freezer and ate them for almost the entire length of Lent, until I hit my frozen Mandarin Orange threshold and I couldn't continue.  The next year I fasted from meat.  That fast went so well that I went about a month longer.  I ended my fast having a juicy fatburger in the Cougareat.  I went home that day feeling nauseatious and later puked my guts out from both ends.  I thought it was just my body rebelling against the red meat.  Turns out the meat wasn't exactly cooked.  Last year it was ice cream again, my biggest vice.  This year: facebook.  It's actually going great.  It may have been the ceremonial pancakes on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shrove_Tuesday"&gt;Shrove Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; that have helped me.  My apartment is cleaner, I'm doing better at work.  Life is good.  Lent is really good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-1146227959009621938?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/1146227959009621938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=1146227959009621938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1146227959009621938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1146227959009621938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lenten-fast.html' title='My Lenten Fast'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2919316051083928710</id><published>2009-03-23T15:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:19:35.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a substitute teacher</title><content type='html'>I was in the staff room today at lunch and saw a new face, which only meant they are substitute teaching.  I struck up a conversation with him and then he asked, "What are you doing here today?"  I didn't really understand the question but answered, "Oh you know, the same thing I do here everyday..."  And then it dawned on me that he thought I was a substitute teacher as well.    Japanese-American-Canadian's can be full time teachers too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2919316051083928710?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2919316051083928710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2919316051083928710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2919316051083928710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2919316051083928710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-substitute-teacher.html' title='I&apos;m a substitute teacher'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5572662850378296408</id><published>2009-03-22T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:05:39.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans</title><content type='html'>Ten years I went feeling comfortable in my khakis.  No bunching, no chaffing, no suffocating.  I finally succumbed to the pressure  of purchasing jeans.  Good thing they're comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5572662850378296408?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5572662850378296408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5572662850378296408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5572662850378296408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5572662850378296408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/jeans.html' title='Jeans'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3826809942166614572</id><published>2009-03-18T23:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:18:13.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>I've been doing pretty well going to bed earlier now that I'm not on facebook anymore.  Last night I was ready for a good night's rest but I failed miserably.  My childhood desires got the best of me.  Two days ago my friend Jessica and I made double chocolate chip cookie dough.  It was yummy.  We didn't have time to bake it so I put the dough in the fridge and left it for later to bake.  I found it the next day, yesterday, dried out because I didn't put a cover on the bowl.  I put water in it and mashed it up and I left it out to thaw and mix, then I left for work.  I got home later that day and to see the cookie dough waiting for me, enticing me to partake of its delectable goodness.  It was as delicious as the day it was conceived.  I put some dough on baking pans and baked some all the while enjoying the prebaked ripened chocolate doughyness. I ate some of the final product, even shared it with the guys upstairs and went to bed.  2 am and revenge is upon me.  I'm moaning and groaning in bed, not wanting to leave the warmth of my slumber station but my innerds are rebelling and I had to go.  Three times this misery happened last night.  This morning I was scared to eat anything, worried that Cocoas Cookie Revenge would come upon me.  Fortunately three strikes and it was out.  I survived the day.    Are you surprised that I would do it all again if I had the chance?  I hope the guys upstairs are okay.  And I don't know what to do with the left over cookie dough that I didn't use.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3826809942166614572?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3826809942166614572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3826809942166614572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3826809942166614572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3826809942166614572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-1478626175417143303</id><published>2009-03-12T14:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:32:55.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Century Teaching</title><content type='html'>Right now, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Differentiated_instruction"&gt;differentiation&lt;/a&gt; is a buzz word in teaching up here in Canada.  It makes teaching and learning easier.  I wish I had more of it when I was in school like I do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-1478626175417143303?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/1478626175417143303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=1478626175417143303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1478626175417143303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1478626175417143303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/21st-century-teaching.html' title='21st Century Teaching'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8980005912647240991</id><published>2009-03-11T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:11:36.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkwardly hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hfl9e53LX_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hfl9e53LX_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8980005912647240991?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8980005912647240991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8980005912647240991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8980005912647240991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8980005912647240991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/awkwardly-funny.html' title='Awkwardly hilarious'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-949410186310593771</id><published>2009-03-02T18:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:56:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Eyes</title><content type='html'>I just got new glasses after having lost my old pair four years ago.  I also visited Paris really quick; sorry Julianne, I only had time for fish &amp; chips and ice cream.  Aren't the glasses sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SayFMnKoDDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/09fiedfze64/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SayFMnKoDDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/09fiedfze64/s400/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308764512481446962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-949410186310593771?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/949410186310593771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=949410186310593771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/949410186310593771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/949410186310593771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/03/four-eyes.html' title='Four Eyes'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SayFMnKoDDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/09fiedfze64/s72-c/Photo+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7736326531716572236</id><published>2009-02-26T22:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:37:15.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>It's 10:35 pm and I'm still at school.  I've spent over 14 hours here today and I feel like I'm going to have a nervous break down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7736326531716572236?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7736326531716572236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7736326531716572236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7736326531716572236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7736326531716572236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2034437100960240108</id><published>2009-02-26T16:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:23:58.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highs among the Lows</title><content type='html'>This week has been really tough since Monday.  But this morning a student came to me and said, "My female parental unit would like to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night."  I laughed and said I'll be there and he smiled and walked off like a huge weight on his shoulders was replaced with feathery wings.  I can imagine how nerve racking it was for him to even ask me.  It was funny to behold.  So I see him later in the halls today and he says to me, "Mr. Yamamoto, I'm so excited for dinner tomorrow night."  It left a satisfying feeling amid all this chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2034437100960240108?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2034437100960240108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2034437100960240108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2034437100960240108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2034437100960240108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/highs-and-lows.html' title='Highs among the Lows'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3036529732044198341</id><published>2009-02-23T23:55:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:26:52.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbitrary Film Ratings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SaEfazLtYQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9LqEbE-iBg8/s1600-h/ThereWillBeBlood_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SaEfazLtYQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9LqEbE-iBg8/s400/ThereWillBeBlood_07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305556381295534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;br /&gt;My synopsis: A fantastically dark and horrid portrait of one man's obsession with control, power and money and it's impact with the world around him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Rating in the United States: R&lt;br /&gt;Movie Rating in Alberta, Canada: PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rant: Movie ratings are the most arbitrary guides used by the masses.  In Canada, it's not even unified throughout the whole country.  Every province determines the &lt;a href="http://www.media-awareness.ca/english/resources/ratings_classification_systems/film_classification/canada_film_classification.cfm"&gt;ratings&lt;/a&gt; of each movie.  I don't understand how so many people base their judgement on whether or not to see a film based upon a  man made system that has so many discrepancies.  I've noticed the DVD collections of my friends up here have many movies that are considered R-Rated in the States.  These are friends that have the "watch no R-Rated movie" rule.  They would prevent themselves from watching these movies if they were to just move 52 miles south of here.  To my US friends that have an no-R-Rated rule: If you want to see an R-Rated movie, just move north.  It's okay, you're still keeping the commandments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong.  I respect those who have a no R-Rated movie rule.  I truly do; I lived by this same principle for seven years.  What I now have a difficult time understanding is why people base their righteous decisions and spiritual endeavors upon a man-made construct.  We go and do service, we obey the word of wisdom, we pay our tithing, we live the law of chastity, we keep the sabbath holy, we keep our covenants, we listen to what ratings the MPAA gives movies and act accordingly.  Are you serious???  I will live by the Spirit, by my conscience and by my heart, not by the MPAA or Alberta or Manitoba or Barry Obama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the prophet's have counseled us to avoid watching R-Rated movies, namely President Benson, over 20 years ago, but repeatedly since by mostly regular members.  I don't deny the prophet's counsel and I uphold them and what they tell me.  However, I also believe in a living and growing Church.  A Church that is continually progressing in wisdom and stature.  Does this belief entitle me to go against what the Church has counseled me?  No it does not, but at the same time, with this belief, I don't believe I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally felt deeply betrayed by the overall rating system when I went to see Beowulf when it first came out.  Rating: PG-13.  My conscience at the time: It's okay to see Beowulf; it's not Rated-R.  The result: A serious moral schism between what I felt I could see versus what I saw.  My conclusion: After months of consulting and deliberating with some friends, I will thoughtfully be my own guide.  No board or a committee that doesn't know me, my values and my standards is going to dictate what manner of movie I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution: There are websites out there that provide detailed and thorough information.  &lt;a href="http://www.kids-in-mind.com/"&gt;Kids-In-Mind.com&lt;/a&gt; is probably the best resource to actually knowing what objectionable content is in a movie.  People need to be educated on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;reasons&lt;/span&gt; behind a movie rating but not on the actual movie rating.  The rating is needless; it's the content that matters.  Give a detailed description on what content is questionable, then let us be judge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my revised standard, I've been much more satisfied with the movies that I watch.  It used to be that I would see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; movie that wasn't Rated-R just because they weren't given that rating.  And I would see a lot of awful movies that left me feeling dull.  Now I give much more thought and discretion into each movie I see.  For me, it's just a better way to live and I feel I'm living what the LDS Church is &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=ed462ce2b446c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;locale=0&amp;sourceId=1dc6be335dc20110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;hideNav=1&amp;contentLocale=0"&gt;currently counseling&lt;/a&gt; me to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3036529732044198341?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3036529732044198341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3036529732044198341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3036529732044198341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3036529732044198341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/arbitrary-film-ratings.html' title='Arbitrary Film Ratings'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SaEfazLtYQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9LqEbE-iBg8/s72-c/ThereWillBeBlood_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3350602659897786532</id><published>2009-02-22T15:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:38:14.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music &amp; Dance</title><content type='html'>It seems like this is the time of the year for me to discover new music.  Last year it was &lt;a href="http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dvno.html"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt; that opened up the gateway to dance music.  A few friends of mine have helped create a fine &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=128082725412&amp;id=780044776&amp;index=1"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt; of dance music to further whet my dance music appetite.  Here are some of my personal discoveries with their help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrjwqXwyzNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrjwqXwyzNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOt15JsLloU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOt15JsLloU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW94AEmzFhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW94AEmzFhQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y15rLsER24E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y15rLsER24E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3350602659897786532?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3350602659897786532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3350602659897786532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3350602659897786532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3350602659897786532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-dance.html' title='Music &amp; Dance'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8355705460663204620</id><published>2009-02-21T22:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:15:28.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1983-2009</title><content type='html'>I could've died today.  Three seconds is all the difference it would have taken to critically injure or kill me.  I was at major road in town today that had a pedestrian cross walk and since it wasn't an intersection, it had a pedestrian light to stop traffic .  I push the button to stop traffic and to let me cross.  Cars come to a halt in two of the four total lanes in the road.  I'm halfway across the street when a car rushes by behind me going 50-60 mph in the empty lane.  It didn't even notice.  I am spared another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8355705460663204620?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8355705460663204620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8355705460663204620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8355705460663204620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8355705460663204620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/1983-2009.html' title='1983-2009'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2330648563137512995</id><published>2009-02-11T23:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:19:03.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 63% Tina Turner</title><content type='html'>So I found this website that analyzes your face and finds celebrities that look like you.  I think it's racist.  Maybe Xzibit, maaaybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/R/7_6/389y17_07674128cb3994r41yv817" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2330648563137512995?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2330648563137512995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2330648563137512995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2330648563137512995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2330648563137512995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-63-tina-turner.html' title='I&apos;m 63% Tina Turner'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-9114182317215313133</id><published>2009-02-10T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:25:16.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds Sing Star Style</title><content type='html'>I hate a cappella music.  It's often cheesy, screechy, annoying and embarrassing to watch.  I love Ben Folds, his lyrics are relatable, his melodies are hummable and he scores an even balance of simplicity and sophistication in his music.  Combine something that I hate with something that I love and it turns into something I can somewhat swallow. I discovered this &lt;a href="http://www.benfolds.com/acappella"&gt;competition&lt;/a&gt; that Ben Folds is doing with a cappella groups performing his music.  The best groups get to be on a Ben Folds cover album.   Clever marketing ploy on his part.  So I look over his list on youtube and here are my favorites, and then some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUzYpUnwn5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUzYpUnwn5o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBR5rFh9gBs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBR5rFh9gBs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF_vwBfikjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF_vwBfikjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnhFhaLwE1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnhFhaLwE1Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAFWko_2-A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLAFWko_2-A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8eII2KUpY0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8eII2KUpY0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't click play if vulgarity offends you.  You've been warned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oloFLyel3Is&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oloFLyel3Is&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-9114182317215313133?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/9114182317215313133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3481108775449894091</id><published>2009-02-09T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:13:19.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven will be so great</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHXi8h8H2VA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHXi8h8H2VA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is good, but fast forward to 8:05.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7933605529732665966?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7933605529732665966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7933605529732665966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7933605529732665966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the hell you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-221128988423756614?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/221128988423756614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=221128988423756614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/221128988423756614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/221128988423756614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-being-american-v-2.html' title='On being American v. 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299191994175624610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Austin's &lt;a href="http://amildsnafusis.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-not-coincidence.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and laughed so hard I had to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/28900495#28900495" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.msnbcLinks {font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;} .msnbcLinks a {text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px;} .msnbcLinks a:link, .msnbcLinks a:visited {color: #5799db !important;} .msnbcLinks a:hover, .msnbcLinks a:active {color:#CC0000 !important;} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="msnbcLinks"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a 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her &lt;a href="http://courtandsharee.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-things.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Sorry guys, I'm passing it along to you.  6 barfissistic facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When I was on the Snowbird Ski Team one of my last races would have cut my point standing by about half (a very good thing) if I had just finished it.  I wasn't even ten gates down when I caught an edge and crashed hard.  My friend who witnessed it said it was pretty spectacular and couldn't explain how one of my skis shot straight up about 20 feet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When I was an exchange student in Japan I was hanging out with my school friends and because I went to an all-boys school we would go to the game centers downtown to meet up with girls.  This one girl and I had a little exchange to where I got her number.  So I called her up later.  Imagine getting picked up on by an exchange student who hardly knows your language and couldn't explain themselves cause they've never been in that situation before.  Yep.  I bet you can imagine where that went: absolutely nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=581955102"&gt; Jared&lt;/a&gt; and I were dying to go to a discotheque in Costa Rica.  We specifically learned how to say "Donde esta la discotheque?" just for this very purpose.  On our first night in La Fortuna we went to a discotheque and it turned out to be the locals night.  It was packed, we were one of the only tourists there, but we danced our crazy American selves off and it was amazing.  The next night we were walking around town and the locals were cat calling and giving us shout outs cause of the night before.  We were the Crazy American Dancing Machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  During high school there was a two week period where I swear I had &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irritable_bowel_syndrome"&gt;IBS&lt;/a&gt;.  Nothing in me worked for two weeks and I was miserable.  I had pepto bismo with me at all times and would just chug it.  Then one day, it just went away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  When I was 14, I had to do 100 hours of community service for making an "incendiary missle", or in street language: a dry ice bomb.  I did most of the community service doing work as a student body officer at my middle school.  The weirdest/funniest thing about it was having my teacher sign off on my hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When I was about 5 or 6 I was biking down the street and then WHAM! I hit the back of a parked car.  I didn't know what happened for a brief moment until I realized I had been daydreaming and biking with MY EYES CLOSED.  The only witness was this girl who was also on a bike and she saw me dumbfounded and asked if I was alright.  I've never told this story until this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I already tagged you in facebook, but it's your turn yet again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yellow-mel-o.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thejhexp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abumbleybee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julianne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://srewotsjarak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trishaface.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourprincessisinanothercastle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-480222707995879656?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/480222707995879656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=480222707995879656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/480222707995879656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/480222707995879656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-things.html' title='6 things...'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2915184644391567754</id><published>2009-02-01T04:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:59:56.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Law</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was driving home from Calgary with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=809860455"&gt;Ashley Flick&lt;/a&gt; after a lame dance party when I got pulled over for speeding.  After the officer got my drivers license and grilled me about all my missing car documents, he went back to his car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It quickly dawned on me that I could get in a lot of trouble for this ticket.  My car is still registered to Utah, not Alberta, my drivers license is still from Utah, not Alberta, both of which I'm required to have within three weeks of moving to Canada, I didn't have proof of insurance, or current proof of registration, I only had the old registration.  I know, I'm a complete moron.  My speeding ticket would have cost me $280 if he clocked me at 40 kilometers over, but that's not including driving an unregistered Albertan car, driving without proof of insurance and driving without any proof of current registration.  Flick and I were thinking this ticket would cost me around $1,000 and the cop could very well take us to jail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We concluded all this in the five minutes that he was gone.  He returned to my car sooner than expected, opened up my door, threw back my drivers license and old registration and said he needed to attend to a call, then shut my door and sped off in a hurry.  We were in utter shock at what just transpired.  I got off that ticket clean.  Miracles happen everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2915184644391567754?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2915184644391567754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2915184644391567754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2915184644391567754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2915184644391567754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/02/canadian-law.html' title='Canadian Law'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3086022680847850520</id><published>2009-01-31T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:18:52.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse &amp; Watchmen</title><content type='html'>Great music set to what looks to be a spectacular movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aU02FSndbLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aU02FSndbLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3086022680847850520?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3086022680847850520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3086022680847850520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3086022680847850520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3086022680847850520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/muse-watchmen.html' title='Muse &amp; Watchmen'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-66041301082945611</id><published>2009-01-26T22:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:50:02.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phases in life</title><content type='html'>The transition to Canada has been really difficult to say the least.  My Summer of Sam left me pumped with so much dopamine and endorphins that when reality set in when I moved to Canada, the hang over left me feeling incredibly numb and at times terrifyingly lonely.  So I do what I know best, return to the glory days of summer's past: The days where I found my niche, had my friends, lived in comfort and created fuzzy memories.  Five trips in four months to be exact.  Leaving things behind is often difficult for me, I'm a sentimental sap when it comes to things like that.  It's a work in progress, but my outlook made a huge step forward when I saw and heard &lt;a href="http://byubmp3.byu.edu/devo/2009/1/devo2009113-3403.mp3"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-66041301082945611?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/66041301082945611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=66041301082945611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/66041301082945611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/66041301082945611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/phases-in-life.html' title='Phases in life'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4555135885645641006</id><published>2009-01-21T22:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:05:25.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you ice cream</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me well, you know my favorite food is ice cream. Vanilla, of all lame flavors is my favorite, followed closely by cookie dough.  Ice cream is $6.99 for a pint of &lt;a href="http://www.haagen-dazs.com/"&gt;Häagan-Dazs&lt;/a&gt; in Canada, so I really have make my ice cream go a long way and for most of the past year, I've been cycling between vanilla, cookie dough and &lt;a href="http://www.haagendazs.com/products/product.aspx?id=79"&gt;Bailey's Irish Creme&lt;/a&gt;.  I know what Bailey's Irish Creme is.  I know it is a delicious alcoholic beverage that is usually mixed into a variety of beverages, desserts and ice cream.  Why it never occurred to me that this ice cream would contain alcohol is beyond me.  Whatever, I can't wait until I get to heaven, where they'll have alcohol and they'll have this ice cream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SXgMMaN3WuI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RIMBY7p2AAo/s1600-h/pro_bii_200.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SXgMMaN3WuI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RIMBY7p2AAo/s400/pro_bii_200.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293994769309457122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Forgive me, I'm a sinner.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4555135885645641006?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4555135885645641006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4555135885645641006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4555135885645641006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4555135885645641006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-you-ice-cream.html' title='Damn you ice cream'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SXgMMaN3WuI/AAAAAAAAApQ/RIMBY7p2AAo/s72-c/pro_bii_200.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5718477526115347594</id><published>2009-01-20T14:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:40:05.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Students and Blogs</title><content type='html'>Today in class I was kind of frustrated at my students about forgetting textbooks, their half-assed efforts, etc.  And one student said, "Are you going to go home and blog about this on your blog?"  Shocked, I said, "What makes you think I have a blog?"  And he said, "You just seem like the kind of person that blogs about things that really bug you."  Oh my gosh, they're on to me.  It's only a matter of time before they find this.  That student then elaborated about his blog &lt;a href="http://thingsleftunsaid24.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-far-weve-come.html"&gt;posting&lt;/a&gt; on me.  My students blog about me, and I'm going to be discovered soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I'm not going home to blog about it.  I'm staying right here in school.  AND I DON'T JUST BLOG ABOUT MY FRUSTRATIONS DAMMIT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5718477526115347594?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5718477526115347594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5718477526115347594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5718477526115347594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5718477526115347594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/students-and-blogs.html' title='Students and Blogs'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-1536819616613683181</id><published>2009-01-18T23:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:43:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Passports</title><content type='html'>I now have my two passports, one from Canada and now one from the USA.  I can't wait to travel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SXQf4n2C6sI/AAAAAAAAAos/IMlxKmhjhCw/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SXQf4n2C6sI/AAAAAAAAAos/IMlxKmhjhCw/s400/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292890519695977154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-1536819616613683181?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/1536819616613683181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=1536819616613683181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1536819616613683181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1536819616613683181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-passports.html' title='Two Passports'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SXQf4n2C6sI/AAAAAAAAAos/IMlxKmhjhCw/s72-c/Photo+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-8318995203588450438</id><published>2009-01-15T19:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:21:44.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Audacity of Government</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1236"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; hits a little close to home on several fronts.  I'm glad I made it through.  You'll need an hour; listen at work, listen while you commute.  It will outrage you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-8318995203588450438?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/8318995203588450438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=8318995203588450438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8318995203588450438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/8318995203588450438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/audacity-of-government.html' title='The Audacity of Government'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-4993500162977862152</id><published>2009-01-14T18:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:06:12.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Students = Teachers</title><content type='html'>One thing I have learned as a teacher is that I enjoy everything students enjoy.  Weekends, short days, assemblies, lunch break, recess, nap time...blah blah blah.  I also hate everything students hate.  I hate tests, assignments, grading, discipline, early mornings, and on and on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW6L0-0qmtI/AAAAAAAAAok/N6a-3D50yqo/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW6L0-0qmtI/AAAAAAAAAok/N6a-3D50yqo/s200/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291320354540264146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO HATE GRADING THESE CURSED FINANCE PAPERS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-4993500162977862152?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/4993500162977862152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=4993500162977862152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4993500162977862152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/4993500162977862152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/students-teachers.html' title='Students = Teachers'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW6L0-0qmtI/AAAAAAAAAok/N6a-3D50yqo/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6717946016288767638</id><published>2009-01-13T23:58:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:47:36.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Shirts I want but would never wear</title><content type='html'>Most of these are from &lt;a href="http://www.bustedtees.com"&gt;Busted Tees&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://store.theonion.com/"&gt;The Onion&lt;/a&gt; or of course, &lt;a href="http://www.yoyoing.com/tnl/cecil/shirts.ghtml"&gt;Cecil Is My Homeboy&lt;/a&gt;.  I think these shirts are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2TD1ZjDsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Vdk8Gq7bzAw/s1600-h/267.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2TD1ZjDsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Vdk8Gq7bzAw/s200/267.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046831313325762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2S8Kh12FI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Ny4JXWu5FGM/s1600-h/bustedtees.c0ee23b4110f9a03a685e4d62d61eec4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2S8Kh12FI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Ny4JXWu5FGM/s200/bustedtees.c0ee23b4110f9a03a685e4d62d61eec4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046699546302546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2S8OET4BI/AAAAAAAAAn0/jDYtrIcyhkQ/s1600-h/bustedtees-1.1476b687514748b6d8952590891b044a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2S73-R4dI/AAAAAAAAAns/_TqoI6XSyW4/s1600-h/bustedtees.679bd9882666c6889c42dbdef7a072ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2S73-R4dI/AAAAAAAAAns/_TqoI6XSyW4/s200/bustedtees.679bd9882666c6889c42dbdef7a072ee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046694565306834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Sh4341hI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3U7Rwf5V770/s1600-h/shirtpic1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Sh4341hI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3U7Rwf5V770/s200/shirtpic1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046248130336274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Shg1V6rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sis-FY2iq-0/s1600-h/bustedtees.9926741dcb5c48af6eabe22f8df1e92f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Shg1V6rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sis-FY2iq-0/s200/bustedtees.9926741dcb5c48af6eabe22f8df1e92f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046241677208242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Shgq-l4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/HLIzfPIf-Hs/s1600-h/bustedtees-1.d3bbf3803bd7c1266f6c0d068528100d.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Shgq-l4I/AAAAAAAAAnU/HLIzfPIf-Hs/s200/bustedtees-1.d3bbf3803bd7c1266f6c0d068528100d.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046241633736578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2ShSBcSiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-EiFkk77YZc/s1600-h/bustedtees.6e1eeeaac32d0a21cd69cce169bde8e8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2ShSBcSiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-EiFkk77YZc/s200/bustedtees.6e1eeeaac32d0a21cd69cce169bde8e8.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046237701425698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2ShdJONyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/24HWDaQ63Gg/s1600-h/bustedtees.1c4be75baeb42c7d3c349e9388bbfa19.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2SJIuRt_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/5BTWGhZnNRw/s1600-h/bustedtees-1.4307e88f91b95c9b0cd0c562712653c0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2SJIuRt_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/5BTWGhZnNRw/s200/bustedtees-1.4307e88f91b95c9b0cd0c562712653c0.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045822888261618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2SJFSBSlI/AAAAAAAAAms/HVB0PpmDQNk/s1600-h/bustedtees.6289b69c4d8b03c91f847000d0b62e04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2SJFSBSlI/AAAAAAAAAms/HVB0PpmDQNk/s200/bustedtees.6289b69c4d8b03c91f847000d0b62e04.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045821964438098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2SI3RwjhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/CrHFtVCMIQw/s1600-h/bustedtees.1ceedd8e2810953158cb486fe2696f3a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2SI3RwjhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/CrHFtVCMIQw/s200/bustedtees.1ceedd8e2810953158cb486fe2696f3a.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045818205244946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Rw2AqMDI/AAAAAAAAAl8/41yWmoqcKqs/s1600-h/bustedtees.61a447c28817dc5d7e45ab358670985a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2Rw2AqMDI/AAAAAAAAAl8/41yWmoqcKqs/s200/bustedtees.61a447c28817dc5d7e45ab358670985a.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045405548228658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2RwwUIr-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/3vRZjtTIJQY/s1600-h/bustedtees.55b45b31c617a9dac4a1d33c53aa998c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2RwwUIr-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/3vRZjtTIJQY/s200/bustedtees.55b45b31c617a9dac4a1d33c53aa998c.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045404019306466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-shirts I want and actually would wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2RxGpK4lI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jipXw2JYy_A/s200/bustedtees.328618e82da9ea8b8a8a8e1eda1b298f.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045410013110866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2TEOCdRyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/KfL5-1tTMlw/s200/437.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046837927364386" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2RxEuZ6HI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xw6SsrTQ-y0/s200/bustedtees.9c31547b3d9aa9c4df9e484a4ed17ddb.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045409498196082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2RxRi2EwI/AAAAAAAAAmU/tFA8ZgDXiWU/s200/bustedtees.b420191d045d56c8cf036944acf939b6.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291045412939371266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2ShdJONyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/24HWDaQ63Gg/s200/bustedtees.1c4be75baeb42c7d3c349e9388bbfa19.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046240686847778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2S8OET4BI/AAAAAAAAAn0/jDYtrIcyhkQ/s200/bustedtees-1.1476b687514748b6d8952590891b044a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046700496183314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2S8QTZNaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/79isVkOlD2g/s200/bustedtees.8e6931a2b41b312e162f26576439a036.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291046701096318370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&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/7506043977328842455-6717946016288767638?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6717946016288767638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6717946016288767638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6717946016288767638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6717946016288767638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-shirts-i-want-but-would-never-wear.html' title='T-Shirts I want but would never wear'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SW2TD1ZjDsI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Vdk8Gq7bzAw/s72-c/267.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3202815094428337899</id><published>2009-01-13T16:32:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:45:53.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On being American</title><content type='html'>Most people think it's great that I'm a newly made American.  It's great to hear the congratulations that I hear from friends and peers alike, and I feel their acknowledgement is more of a reflection upon their attitude toward the United States than merely a kudos to me.  There are the occasional few who wonder why it is such a big deal.  What does it matter that I'm a citizen now?  Consider this:  Imagine living in a home but it's not your home.  Try living in a country your whole life and not have the legal ability to work there.  Live in a country your whole life and then feeling like a vagabond or a tourist, merely a visitor.  Then when you are in a country that you're an alien in, try participating in the local system and know that you can only voice your opinion and actually not make that voice known through a ballot.  And know that the very establishment of the land allows you to even voice your opinion, a privilege not granted elsewhere.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though these scenarios technically didn't apply to me, it was however very close to becoming a reality if I wasn't an American citizen now.  My permanent residency would be revoked; I would be merely a visitor, a tourist of the United States without the ability to vote, work, or live.  And if I wished to do these, I would have wait years to go through the bureaucracy that works to keep America resilient and safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America has given me and my family the opportunities for success.  It's brought me to where I am now.  Am I a hypocrite for being in Canada?  Not anymore than US manufacturers and companies that outsource their jobs to foreign countries.  My bottom line will end up in the United States.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud I am American.  I'm proud of her ideals.  And I believe that you can be patriotic and still believe that she has much to improve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives.  I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;~ Abraham Lincoln&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3202815094428337899?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3202815094428337899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3202815094428337899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3202815094428337899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3202815094428337899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-being-american.html' title='On being American'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6619224341369070579</id><published>2009-01-09T18:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:19:06.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>I asked someone out for the first time since...Mel, when did I ask you out and you were dating Logan?  Yeah, since then.  Tomorrow, I'm going out for the first time since...Kenji, when did we go on that group date and all we did was shoot guns?  Yeah, that's right.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, I don't wonder why I'm single still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-6619224341369070579?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6619224341369070579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6619224341369070579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6619224341369070579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6619224341369070579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-438628579802521195</id><published>2009-01-08T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:29:21.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timelines</title><content type='html'>I have a great friend that calls me out on things I do all the time.  It's really quite refreshing and I wish more people would do it.  This time around she called me out on timelines I set for myself: timelines to take a break from dating (2 months turned into a year...), timelines to recover from infectious diseases (Dec 2010), ten-year plans (2001-2011), five-year plans (2008-2013), timelines to get used to byu (2008), timelines to get used to Canada (2010).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a bad thing?  Seriously, it can't be all that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-438628579802521195?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/438628579802521195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=438628579802521195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/438628579802521195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/438628579802521195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/timelines.html' title='Timelines'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3614913808510822075</id><published>2009-01-05T21:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:23:14.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Progress's constant companion is nostalgia for things that used to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira_Glass" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ira Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it hurts like hell.&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/7506043977328842455-3614913808510822075?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3614913808510822075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3614913808510822075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3614913808510822075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3614913808510822075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2958613940839743344</id><published>2009-01-01T12:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:48:55.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My great 2008'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Great 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SV04fGdQGZI/AAAAAAAAAks/RrsL8gKUUCw/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SV04fGdQGZI/AAAAAAAAAks/RrsL8gKUUCw/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286443644563233170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 presented itself with some of the greatest memories I know I will have.  The whole year has been surreal in the adventures that I've experienced and the great friendships I have made.  I am not even going to attempt to top my year that was 2008.  It is not meant to be topped.  2008, you will be cherished forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2958613940839743344?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2958613940839743344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2958613940839743344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2958613940839743344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2958613940839743344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-great-2008.html' title='Goodbye Great 2008'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SV04fGdQGZI/AAAAAAAAAks/RrsL8gKUUCw/s72-c/IMG_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-3995990528324413200</id><published>2008-12-28T01:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:08:21.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><title type='text'>California Baby!</title><content type='html'>I've spent my day visiting a friend, picking up another from the airport, hanging out in Seaport Village drinking rootbeer and feeling the sun against me, listening to sea lions grumble and rumble, eat nice Mexican food, and finally chill next to a bon fire on a secluded beach.  I'm content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-3995990528324413200?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/3995990528324413200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=3995990528324413200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3995990528324413200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/3995990528324413200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/california-baby.html' title='California Baby!'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2240897526382626069</id><published>2008-12-25T17:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:14:34.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Some random thoughts about today on Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought Christmas gifts for my family at 3:30 am this morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call of Duty is incredibly addicting and thank goodness I don't own a TV and a Playstation in Canada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I slept in until 11:00&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cat Chloe was waiting outside my door today.  Something she hasn't done in years...well, I haven't been around in years but that's beside the point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2240897526382626069?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2240897526382626069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2240897526382626069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2240897526382626069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2240897526382626069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-7798138570994275118</id><published>2008-12-14T23:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:15:16.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>I am American</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I became an American citizen.  I've been waiting my whole life for this entitlement.  It's a crazy thing living your whole life in a country that you cannot claim as your own; yet I've felt deeply devoted to America and her ideals.  Coming back to the States, especially on a plane always leaves me feeling so secure that I'm home.  Really home, even though I'm just visiting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing has been quite ironic.  I apply for citizenship back in June.  I move to Canada in August.  I fly in for an interview for citizenship in November, worried sick that I may not qualify being a resident of Canada.  I have a miracle take place with my miracle worker interviewer.  She understood my situation and said everything short of "You're a shoo-in."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in December I fly in to become a citizen of the United States of America:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="432" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/52301829776" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/52301829776" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional and all, this is what I had to say to the 206 new Americans, guests and officials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="432" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/52301729776" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/52301729776" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SUYG9bAigHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-Spyw6qIn9s/s1600-h/CIMG7593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SUYG9bAigHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-Spyw6qIn9s/s400/CIMG7593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279915265430290546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My parents who made America possible for me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SUYG9qTVKlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EMM5lzzjoCg/s1600-h/CIMG7595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SUYG9qTVKlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/EMM5lzzjoCg/s400/CIMG7595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279915269535640146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My friends who came out who are my example&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SUYH-qfe3YI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tqrDkQUXbFQ/s1600-h/CIMG7596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SUYH-qfe3YI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tqrDkQUXbFQ/s400/CIMG7596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279916386278104450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The miracle worker who interviewed me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond grateful that I'm now truly a part of America.  I know there's irony with me living in Canada now that I'm a citizen of the States, but mark my words, in due time I'll be back to serve the States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-7798138570994275118?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/7798138570994275118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=7798138570994275118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7798138570994275118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/7798138570994275118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-american.html' title='I am American'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/SUYG9bAigHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/-Spyw6qIn9s/s72-c/CIMG7593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5883662619172613205</id><published>2008-12-08T23:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:30:39.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold?</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://doormanquotes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kai&lt;/a&gt; is a meterologist in San Francisco.  He sent me this today.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/ST4QFqbcq8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/y2xwWjHOU98/s1600-h/CL001_MAXTEMP_DEP_E_6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/ST4QFqbcq8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/y2xwWjHOU98/s400/CL001_MAXTEMP_DEP_E_6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277673502799604674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see that dark blue with the -40 in it?  I live by there, but I don't even remember it being that cold.  I guess I'm getting used to it.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5883662619172613205?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5883662619172613205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5883662619172613205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5883662619172613205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5883662619172613205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold.html' title='Cold?'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/ST4QFqbcq8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/y2xwWjHOU98/s72-c/CL001_MAXTEMP_DEP_E_6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-52932099802651071</id><published>2008-12-07T03:04:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:06:44.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DVNO</title><content type='html'>Sometime around February this year, my friend &lt;a href="http://amildsnafusis.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-men-work-magic.html"&gt;Austin Craig&lt;/a&gt; called me over to his computer and showed me this:&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSoW_mvT3t0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSoW_mvT3t0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away.  My brain was in visual and auditory overload; it was a flood of dozens of 10 second childhood TV memories infused with color and sound in a nostalgic 80's orgy of audio-visual candy.  I ran home, went onto iTunes and downloaded the whole album &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Justice/Cross"&gt;Cross&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/etjusticepourtous"&gt;Justice&lt;/a&gt;.  My very first iTunes purchase by the way.  The album was on repeat in my iPod for months.  My latest play count for DVNO on iTunes is 147.  Obsessed?  Definitely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being introduced to DVNO was only the start.  It kindled a fire for dance music.  Ultimately I hosted a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=21586015171"&gt;Porchapalooza&lt;/a&gt; where &lt;a href="http://www.kidtheodore.com"&gt;Kid Theodore&lt;/a&gt; played on my balcony &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STubYrgsNHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GLRtf1wydj0/s1600-h/CIMG7034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STubYrgsNHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GLRtf1wydj0/s320/CIMG7034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276982236693673074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a dance party ensued in my room and on my porch this past summer, with DVNO as the final song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STucpUeJCcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/64uI1CNQJo0/s1600-h/CIMG7046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STucpUeJCcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/64uI1CNQJo0/s320/CIMG7046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276983622078368194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It continues on.  As I've moved up here to Canada, the dancing opportunities are few and far between.  But I do what I can.  There are cool people up here in Canada that can dance to a beat and have the same fun.  &lt;a href="http://portiarozon.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-life-blog.html"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; is one of them, and she keeps things cool and has memorialized this song for me with a wicked Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STuecJKG-8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/-Yu3OKqhyco/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STuecJKG-8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/-Yu3OKqhyco/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276985594726513602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://amildsnafusis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://portiarozon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; and everyone else in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-52932099802651071?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/52932099802651071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=52932099802651071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/52932099802651071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/52932099802651071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/dvno.html' title='DVNO'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STubYrgsNHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GLRtf1wydj0/s72-c/CIMG7034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-1320530350274203210</id><published>2008-12-07T02:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:29:17.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Great 2008; Summer of Sam</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about this past year and all the adventures I've had.  I'm going to be reminiscing a lot on here to wrap up this year of years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-1320530350274203210?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/1320530350274203210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=1320530350274203210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1320530350274203210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/1320530350274203210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-2008-summer-of-sam.html' title='The Great 2008; Summer of Sam'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2382006588304410364</id><published>2008-12-03T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:18:55.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else suffering from this?  Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STcvuZAtJdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/RjfXa84KN_c/s1600-h/procrastination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STcvuZAtJdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/RjfXa84KN_c/s400/procrastination.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275737962522158546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2382006588304410364?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2382006588304410364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2382006588304410364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2382006588304410364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2382006588304410364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j_h9XujDB1g/STcvuZAtJdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/RjfXa84KN_c/s72-c/procrastination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-5589205731886700528</id><published>2008-12-03T06:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:46:55.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is in the air'/><title type='text'>You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons</title><content type='html'>One of the things I can celebrate on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas"&gt;25th&lt;/a&gt; is my one year mark.  I think it would've been satisfying if it ended like &lt;a href="http://youmakemetouchyourhandsforstupidreasons.ytmnd.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=17810042"&gt;Kenji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-5589205731886700528?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/5589205731886700528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=5589205731886700528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5589205731886700528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/5589205731886700528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-things-i-can-celebrate-on-25th.html' title='You make me touch your hands for stupid reasons'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-2300422503859098142</id><published>2008-12-01T23:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:23:10.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wierdos'/><title type='text'>Another commentary on being a teacher...</title><content type='html'>Some people have mixed reactions when I tell them I'm a teacher.  Take today for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: He's a teacher at a high school.&lt;br /&gt;Other girl: He's a teacher???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I teach kids....can you believe that???  They entrust ME with kids!  (as I'm putting on nail polish and taking in the fumes.  No wonder why girls polish their nails.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I can tell you teach grade school.  When you hang around them all day you act certain ways.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What??? How?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I dunno, just in the way you talk.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh???  (as I have a facial mask on while cleaning up after the cookies someone made)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-2300422503859098142?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/2300422503859098142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=2300422503859098142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2300422503859098142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/2300422503859098142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-commentary-on-being-teacher.html' title='Another commentary on being a teacher...'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7506043977328842455.post-6250321223683436226</id><published>2008-12-01T23:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:49:44.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>This is it for me</title><content type='html'>I walked in my office from lunch today and found a note sitting on my computer.  It was a heart-felt thank you note from a student.  They say that teaching is a thankless job, that the rewards are imbedded deep within the profession and don't come from without.  Whatever they say, I have found it for me.  I love being a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7506043977328842455-6250321223683436226?l=sam-yam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/feeds/6250321223683436226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7506043977328842455&amp;postID=6250321223683436226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6250321223683436226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7506043977328842455/posts/default/6250321223683436226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sam-yam.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-it-for-me.html' title='This is it for me'/><author><name>SamYam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07045652396018743497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Kristin/pumpkins/2005/Totoro.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
