<?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-5036665</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:40:00.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Dollhaus</title><subtitle type='html'>The whinings of a twenty-something New Yorker who is enjoying her last months in the big city before heading cross country to big scary grad school.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106155693079446839</id><published>2003-08-22T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T08:57:04.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MovingPlease take a hop over to my new site.  Updates of links will be much appreciated.  Its still kind of a work in progress, but I'll be posting over there from now on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106155693079446839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106155693079446839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106155693079446839' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106140247717282853</id><published>2003-08-20T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T14:05:14.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend FunOh, and I almost forgot that I had the best weekend hanging out with my brother.  I got back from work Friday night to find my brother and his friends hanging out in the garden.  We had been debating going downtown to the LES, but since they still didn't have power (and besides, the subway wasn't running!), we decided to go out to the bars in our neighborhood instead.  But not until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106140247717282853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106140247717282853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106140247717282853' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106129556820251725</id><published>2003-08-19T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T08:19:28.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blackout Aftermath Ugh, I still have chills running down my spine.  After the blackout, I was a bit hesitant about the milk in my fridge.  I'd only opened the fridge once, and its in the shade, so I was pretty sure things stayed relatively cold, but bad milk is pretty much my second biggest fear, behind huge crawly bugs climbing over me while I sleep.  So naturally, on Saturday morning when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106129556820251725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106129556820251725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106129556820251725' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106095322106566804</id><published>2003-08-15T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T09:33:48.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surviving the BlackoutSo I managed to make it through the blackout safely, though not with great inconveniences.  Since the trains were down, I offered to give all the other Manhattanites rides into the city, but we were a bit hesitant to leave since the traffic was pretty bad in Westchester and we had heard that there was no inbound traffic on any of the bridges into Manhattan.  So we hung </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106095322106566804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106095322106566804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106095322106566804' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106088046645770467</id><published>2003-08-14T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T13:06:02.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will This Week Ever End?I can't believe that this week isn't over yet.  Have been way too busy this week at work, which has apparently been playing with my mind since I'd been doing diddlysquat previously.  But today my brother comes in for a long weekend, so I have something to look forward to since I haven't seen him since March.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106088046645770467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106088046645770467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106088046645770467' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106063783584935072</id><published>2003-08-11T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T17:37:15.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Over!All's well in the dollhaus as I have completed my first triathlon without dying!  I was pretty happy with my time, especially since the bike portion was way harder than I expected, and during the run I didn't feel like I was about to have an asthma attack, always a good sign.  This was probably because my legs felt like Jell-o, but hey, whatever takes my mind off my lungs.  And best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106063783584935072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106063783584935072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106063783584935072' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106046740996376630</id><published>2003-08-09T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T18:16:49.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Am I In For?Tomorrow I'm doing my first triathlon, which I am so not ready for but its pretty short so I think I can make it through.  I am sooooo glad though that I am not doing the NYC Triathlon, which is also tomorrow (while convenient, its twice as long as the one I'm doing so I didn't want to commit to something that long).  Because of all the horrible rain we've been having over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106046740996376630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106046740996376630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106046740996376630' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106034544459708875</id><published>2003-08-08T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T08:24:04.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Movie I Can Cross Off My List"This film evokes the feeling of wasting a rainy Saturday afternoon."And even though it should be raining all weekend, I still won't be wasting my time on this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106034544459708875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106034544459708875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106034544459708875' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106028047913294011</id><published>2003-08-07T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T14:21:19.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More HypeTurns out two of the guys I met at the bbq over the weekend were on Good Morning America on Tuesday in a piece on Metrosexuals.  The problem with metrosexuals is that no matter how straight you know a guy is, if he's getting facials and manicures and spends more time is hair than you do on your whole morning routine, the question will always be in the back of your mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106028047913294011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106028047913294011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106028047913294011' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106026087035929000</id><published>2003-08-07T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T09:55:20.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Reason to Hate the MTANot to keep harping on all my car issues and the inconveniences it brings, but....One of the joys of my commute to work on public transportation is the need to take a Westchester commuter shuttle from the train station to the office.  Theoretically, if you buy the bus ticket with the train ticket, you get a discount, but the MTA and the bus line are cheap and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106026087035929000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106026087035929000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106026087035929000' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-106018446343462862</id><published>2003-08-06T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T08:38:28.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Change Or Not To ChangeThe past few days have been crazy at work, which is kind of nice for a change since I'm usually pretty bored, but quite annoying since my car has been in the shop, so in addition to working overtime, I have an extra hour on my commute each way (example: Monday I left my house at 6:40 and didn't get home until 8:45, but I only worked 9.5 hours).  I suppose its just as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106018446343462862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/106018446343462862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106018446343462862' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105973879621692554</id><published>2003-08-01T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T08:01:44.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Step ForwardI am very excited to see that the Port Authority seems to be moving forward in their design for a new Tranist Center.  Calatrava's work is amazing and I think that along with Libeskind, the European architectural influence is just what the city needs. Last year when I visited my brother in Chicago, we saw a tiny but amazing exhibit at the Art Institute about modern train </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105973879621692554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105973879621692554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105973879621692554' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105971063248125334</id><published>2003-08-01T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T00:03:52.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Outer LimitsI don't consider myself a Manhattan snob.  I mean, growing up, I was always willing to trek out to my friends houses in Forrest Hills and Park Slope, and even Rockaway on occasion.  However, since I've moved back to the city, I just haven't had much need to venture out to Brooklyn, other than if I'm meeting my mom after work or getting my car from the shop.  So you can imagine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105971063248125334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105971063248125334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105971063248125334' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105951256984016774</id><published>2003-07-29T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T17:02:49.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why You Should Be Afraid To AskI try to avoid bringing my car into the shop too often, since getting to work is a big pain otherwise, so when I do, I usually have them check all the things that I've noticed over the past few months between visits.  The only reason I brought my car in was because the sensor for my airbag had to be replaced, because in the meantime, it wouldn't operate.  Against </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105951256984016774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105951256984016774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105951256984016774' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105944571530972858</id><published>2003-07-28T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T22:28:35.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MmmmmAm too stuffed to write!  I just had the best steak ever at Peter Luger's, after 24 years of waiting.  It was definately as good as I had anticipated.  But now I need to head to bed early because my car is in the shop so I must take the train to work.  At least I'll have good leftovers for lunch!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105944571530972858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105944571530972858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105944571530972858' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105915623545423850</id><published>2003-07-25T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T08:08:14.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love My Luck!Suprise, suprise, someone actually found my wallet!  With the money missing but apparently everything else intact...after I cancelled my credit cards.  Getting it back though could be a hassle since the woman who found it works in a store in Park Slope, Brooklyn, and I have the fortune to work in Westchester.  I will be in Brooklyn on Monday for my dinner at Peter Luger's, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105915623545423850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105915623545423850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105915623545423850' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105907101045620566</id><published>2003-07-24T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T14:23:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking the Plunge?I have recently been deciding whether to take the plunge and actually set up my own site instead of using the free one. What brought this about?  Primarily, I've been trying to create a site for my photos and realized that while I thought they would all fit on a free geocities site, that was way wrong.  And I'm getting envious of all the Movable Type people....especially of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105907101045620566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105907101045620566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105907101045620566' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105898019378926428</id><published>2003-07-23T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T13:19:49.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Protect and ServeAfter wasting an hour at the DMV on Monday, I was informed by an ever so helpful employee there that the form I had gotten from the police department had the "lost" box checked instead of the "stolen" box.  Now I wasted an hour of the gorgous Sunday afternoon at the local NYPD precinct while they filled out a case report (as if I actually expected to get my wallet out), purely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105898019378926428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105898019378926428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898019378926428' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105875789772260129</id><published>2003-07-20T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T23:24:57.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep Deprived, But UnscathedMy birthday celebration Friday was tons of fun, though there were a few flaws to the evening.  I started off the evening with take out and wine at my place with a couple friends before heading out, and head every intention of getting to The Evelyn Lounge when I said I would, but we ended up getting there a bit late - not that it mattered since it was quite empty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105875789772260129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105875789772260129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875789772260129' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105855400659004121</id><published>2003-07-18T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T14:46:46.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And The Minutes Slowly Tick ByI can't wait for this day to be over!  Time seemed to be going by pretty quickly until lunch (maybe because I actually had some substantial work to do?) but it has now seemed to grind to a halt, which is always true when you can't wait for the weekend to begin!On deck for this weekendTonight: Dinner and drinks at my place followed by debauchery at The Evelyn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105855400659004121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105855400659004121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105855400659004121' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105846190644924136</id><published>2003-07-17T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T13:11:46.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Birthday BluesNot that I'm depressed or anything, but after waiting for your birthday for a whole year, when its over, its kind of sad that you have to wait another full year for it to come again.  But at least I get to drag it out a couple more days!Last night, I had fun drinking with my engineering friends - I find it quite funny that I'm now the vice president of the young engineers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105846190644924136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105846190644924136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105846190644924136' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105837035713026933</id><published>2003-07-16T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:45:57.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!Went out to dinner last night with my parents to Henry's End one of my favorite restaurants of all time, conveniently located near my mom's office.  Between my cold and my still iffy stomach, I didn't want to overdo it, but I still had an amazing Chilled Corn Vichysoise (just the right amount of sweetness), and an appetizer portion of the Soft Shell Crab with a Moroccan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105837035713026933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105837035713026933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837035713026933' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105827607272946408</id><published>2003-07-15T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T09:34:32.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clogged Sinis, Clogged Brain!As Paul pointed out, I neglected to include the date of my party in my previous post, so for the record, my birthday is tomorrow, but the party is Friday, at 10:30 (I'll be getting there by 10 to secure some space), at the downstairs of The Evelyn Lounge.  Come one, come all - just look for the tall girl with short hair twisting her ankle on her new shoes!  I have a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105827607272946408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105827607272946408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105827607272946408' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105820881864481579</id><published>2003-07-14T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T14:53:38.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...You Could Cut A KnifeAs I discussed Friday, I had A's b-day on Saturday evening and had still not talked to E, so I was kind of dreading it.  I had a moment of hope when my college roommate had said she might come into the city, so that I would have someone to go with me, but she decided to stay in Jersey, so I was left to brave the party myself.  Maybe it was the fact that I was wearing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105820881864481579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105820881864481579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820881864481579' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105794969974053012</id><published>2003-07-11T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T14:55:46.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On The UpsideMy coworker got a new phone a couple months ago and is on the same phone plan as I have, and she hadn't gotten rid of it yet so she gave it to me!!  So it may not be snazzy or the latest thing, but at least I didn't have to pay the through-the-roof retail price.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105794969974053012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105794969974053012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105794969974053012' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105794753146762542</id><published>2003-07-11T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T14:19:11.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reason I Wish I Were Still AwayToday is the birthday of one of my oldest friends, A, that I still keep in some kind of contact with.  While our contact in the past year hasn't been the best, she's in med school so I understand why I don't see her much and I do hear from her every once in a while, so while I was in Africa, I still bought her a present.  My high school friends and my college </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105794753146762542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105794753146762542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105794753146762542' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-105786922781307889</id><published>2003-07-10T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T16:33:47.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back to RealitySo I made it back from the great unknown in one piece!  Let me tell you, you'll never appreciate public transportation more than after a visit to a third world country.  My heiny is definately thanking me tons right now.  Other than some bruises and tons of mosquito bites (don't worry, I'm on my malaria meds so I should be ok), I had a minor bout with heat exhaustion but am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105786922781307889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/105786922781307889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105786922781307889' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-96019848</id><published>2003-06-25T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T12:07:39.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parting WordsOK, before I head out, I'll leave everyone with something to think about over the next few weeks.  A week after I get back, on the 16th, is my birthday, my first in NY in a long time.  I'm planning on organizing something for the weekend after, rather than trying to go out on my actual birthday, so now comes the hard choice of where to go.  I'd like something nearish to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/96019848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/96019848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#96019848' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95990891</id><published>2003-06-24T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T00:19:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vacation PlansThough I've been talking about my vacation for a while now, I realized I probably never went into any depth as to why I'm actually going to Africa, so here's a bit of a description of what my vacation will be.  One of my best friends (and senior year roommate), S, from college entered the Peace Corps in January 2002, and was sent to Mali.  She was in the states around Christmas,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95990891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95990891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95990891' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95983628</id><published>2003-06-24T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T11:33:06.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The CountdownMy last day of work before vacation!  It's always the most unbearable, because you can actually see the end in sight, but aren't quite there yet.  Today is especially horrible because I really don't have very much to do and can't start on anything new.  I am supposed to be finishing up a memo that my boss wants me to send out, but he's at a meeting all day, so he can't review the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95983628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95983628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95983628' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95957395</id><published>2003-06-23T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T16:24:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why My Job RocksToday, I was highly amused when I found out I was no. 2 on google's list for the search "What does an Environmental Engineer Do?"  Apparently, eventhough my job isn't the cat's meow, I must be doing pretty well because today I got a raise!  And not a shabby one either!  The HR department wantedto cap the raises at 4%, and since I started at my job in August and reviews were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95957395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95957395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95957395' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95952175</id><published>2003-06-23T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T11:37:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buddhism, the TourWas walking by the Beacon Theatre yesterday and did a double take when I saw this on its marquee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95952175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95952175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95952175' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95909569</id><published>2003-06-22T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T13:24:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cha-Cha-Cha-ChangesSo I did it.  I took the plunge and got my hair cut.  The stylist totally ignored my instructions of keeping it down to my jawline, but I think it looks pretty good and it is so easy to take care of.BeforeAfter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95909569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95909569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95909569' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95862045</id><published>2003-06-20T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T09:46:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont' Drink and DriveI have a problem most New Yorkers don't come across, and that's the issue of drinking and driving.  Since I work outside of the city and drive to work, I usually encounter this dilemma if I go out after work, such as for happy hour on Friday evenings, or after our softball games on Thursday nights.  This is not a problem normal people have in the morning!  But alas, after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95862045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95862045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95862045' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95833101</id><published>2003-06-19T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T13:05:47.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger Problems....My BenefitSo the hits from Blogger keep pouring in, but something odd must be going on there.  Whenever I click over there, it lists the most recently updated blogs as of 4:46 PM.  This is odd, since I posted mine last night at 11:14 pm, and have been getting links from Blogger ever since then.  Somehow, it must be still showing up for some people, but not for me.  Weird.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95833101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95833101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95833101' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95827865</id><published>2003-06-19T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T10:27:59.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateSince one of my new visitors, Imran, asked, I did not get any response to the email I sent E.  And granted she is moving this weekend, and she generally does not do anything personal on work time, but I expected something.  I know she read it because my work email tracks those things, but I guess I'm not that suprised since she's blown me off for the past 6 months, so why would she start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95827865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95827865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95827865' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95826498</id><published>2003-06-19T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T09:43:10.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Cold World of the Ice Cream BusinessThis morning I received my Daily Candy, discussing the opening of a Cold Stone Creamery right here in good old NYC.  Apparently, the rest of the US has been enjoying this for quite a few years now but they are finally ready to tackle the big apple.  And what makes them different than the run of the mill ice cream shop?  Their mix ins--apparently you pick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95826498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95826498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95826498' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95825851</id><published>2003-06-19T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T09:20:34.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love BloggerLast night after I posted, I randomly decided to check my Site Counter and noticed an influx of traffic.  And based on the references, it was all from Blogger.  I clicked over to see what was going on and I was no. 1 on their most recently updated blog list.  Half an hour later, they hadn't updated that list and the hits were still coming.  And by 9am this morning, I had almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95825851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95825851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95825851' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95813827</id><published>2003-06-18T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T09:25:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hair TroublesI've been thinking of cutting my hair and was hoping to do it before I leave for Africa (7 days!) so that it would be cooler (like its really going to help).  I don't want anything super short, like Felicity when she chopped her hair off completely, but I'm thinking Felicity around end of season 3.  Does anyone know of photos of a cut like that so I can show the stylist?Update: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95813827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95813827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95813827' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95813601</id><published>2003-06-18T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T23:07:10.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bone TiredRan the Nike I RunNY race today and did ok.  Didn't stay around to see Everclear at the concert afterwards though because by then I was getting cold and didn't have any clothes to put on.  So did what every sensible New Yorker would do and went home and ordered Chinese.  Am now going to hit the sack so that I can rest up for the Gothamist and 601am Happy Hour.  If you're around, come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95813601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95813601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95813601' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95759450</id><published>2003-06-17T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T13:34:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life w. BrianI'm a generally unfuckwitted, liberal, disgustingly generous, seizure-inducingly boring spod!See how compatible you are with me!Brought to you by Rum and MonkeyWoo hoo!  I'm 75% compatible with Brian!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95759450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95759450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95759450' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95750821</id><published>2003-06-17T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T08:38:45.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long Lost FriendA bit of history...When I was in high school, I had two best friends, and I more or less kept in touch with them through college.  However, one of them, A, tended to be flakier and went to school in Philly, whereas the other one, E, went to school in NH, so I saw her a lot more in college and we kept in better touch.  Both of them moved back to NYC after college, and A started</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95750821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95750821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95750821' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95749944</id><published>2003-06-17T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T07:53:18.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waking Up Is Hard To DoLast Friday, I rolled over in bed to look at my clock, and was quite suprised to see that it read 6:45.  Why this may seem way to early to most of you, you have to understand that I am supposed to leave for work by 7, and that my alarm was supposed to go off at 6:15.  I have no recollection of having turned off my alarm, and I definately had not hit the snooze button.  In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95749944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95749944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95749944' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95741353</id><published>2003-06-17T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T00:17:22.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Try This AgainSince another internet window stalled while I was trying to blog, so forgive me if this is a bit brief.  So Satruday night was not quite as crazy as I thought it would be.  I spent all day Saturday on the boat, enjoying the beautiful weather and getting only a minor sunburn.  And luckily the race ended before the downpours began.  Managed to get the subway right after it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95741353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95741353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95741353' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95722426</id><published>2003-06-16T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T13:09:05.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He is a very baaaad manAs I was driving to work this morning, I was listening to NPR as I usually do, when I heard this piece.  If you take a listen, the section where they interview an Iraqi about what he thinks of the current mayor of the town in question.  His response is almost exactly the same (and in the same tone) as that of Babu when Jerry inadvertantly gets him deported.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95722426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95722426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95722426' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95637923</id><published>2003-06-13T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T14:48:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When Good Bands Go BadI was just listening to No Alternative and was once again struck by how different the Goo Goo Dolls song on it (Bitch) is from everything after.  It sounds more like a metal band and I sincerely doubt Jonny was fronting on this one.  I wonder what they think when they listen to their old stuff though.  Do they think their old stuff is crap or do they resent that they've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95637923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95637923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95637923' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95610095</id><published>2003-06-12T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T20:24:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Coolest Commerical EverI believe I've mentioned this before, but everyone must check this out.  I have yet to see it on tv, but this is probably one of the most intelligent commercials I've seen in a long time.Saturday DilemmasI realized this week that I've made up for my lack of social life by getting involved in a few too many other activities.  One of those is a masters swim team (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95610095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95610095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95610095' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95519939</id><published>2003-06-10T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T16:17:13.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Blogger Meet-upGothamist and 601am have taken it upon themselves to host a blogger happy hour next Thursday, so if you're in the NYC area, I'm planning on seeing you there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95519939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95519939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95519939' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95489706</id><published>2003-06-09T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T23:51:50.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend of BoreSo Friday night was not as great as I would have hoped.  Had a nice dinner with Mr. Adorable, but no sparks.  So early night on Friday, and then spent Saturday sitting on my ass in my apartment, taking adavantage of the crappy weather by cleaning up my apartment, especially the pieces of rubble left on my floor.  But when Sat. night rolled around, I was totally ready to go out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95489706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95489706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95489706' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95386537</id><published>2003-06-06T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T17:33:49.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woo-hoo!  So I didn't scare off Mr. Adorable.  Just got off the phone with him and am meeting him later for dinner.  A friend of his is coming in from out of town is coming in later to go out in the city, but he invited me to come along with them.  I'll play it by ear....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95386537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95386537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95386537' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95356335</id><published>2003-06-06T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T13:43:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dating UpdateI know there hasn't been much to report recently, but in the past week, a whole bunch of new prospects appeared.  Started chatting with a financial guy who seems pretty cool and might see next week.  In addition, there are two other prospects that just popped up yesterday and seem like real down to earth guys.  One of them wants to get together this weekend for coffee, which is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95356335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95356335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95356335' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95314011</id><published>2003-06-04T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T23:46:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sky is FallingThere I was, newly showered after coming home sopping wet from a run (it was supposed to be light rain!), heating up leftovers to eat for dinner, when I hear some trickling in the chimney (which has been stopped up for probaly 40 years minimum).  I look and see a couple pieces of brick in the fireplace (located inconveniently behind my desk).  But there was a piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95314011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95314011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95314011' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95267687</id><published>2003-06-03T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T23:46:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going Head to Head With Mr. BloombergIt was 6:45 as I pulled up 82nd St and I see two spots - one in the school zone which would require to actually leave for work on time (by 7am) or at a meter, which isn't free until 7 pm.  I opt for the meter spot, knowing my sleeping paterns of late and pull into the spot, quite sure I have a quarter in my wallet.  However, when I get out of the car, I see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95267687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95267687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95267687' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95222046</id><published>2003-06-03T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T00:14:40.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rain, Rain Go AwayI know I've been kinda bad about posting the past couple of weeks, but its really because my life has reached new levels of boringness.  If it didn't keep raining, maybe I would have actually done something over the weekend other than sit on my ass, but no.  The highlight of my weekend was instead buying this new computer.  Thanks to Gizmodo for the help on choosing it.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95222046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95222046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95222046' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95094861</id><published>2003-05-30T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:19:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Partying with the ChicksWell, it has now started to downpour, so I guess I won't be going for that run soon, but I am still excited for this weekend because my college roommate is going to be in town tomorrow and hopefully we will get ready to par-tay!  Unfortunately, her friend will be out of town, so the f-o-f P will not be there, but he probably was interested in someone else as I suspected,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95094861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95094861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95094861' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-95093819</id><published>2003-05-30T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T15:49:44.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing HookyThere is something great about not being at work on a gorgous day, and knowing that everyone else is stuck there.  Since I worked last weekend, I have rewarded myself with a day off.  So far, I have managed to get my oil changed, go to the post office to send off my visa application for Mali (yes, I'm going to Mali in West Africa at the end of June - one of my college roommates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95093819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/95093819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95093819' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94923841</id><published>2003-05-26T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T23:47:36.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Workaholic? Moi?Somehow, over the past week, I became a workaholic, much to my dismay.  I sank to an all time low when I went into work Saturday morning on my way up to Conn. to hang with my family for the long weekend, and stopped there on my way home today.  I was the only person in my group that was there past 3 on Friday and I probably would have stayed much later than 5:30 (not impressive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94923841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94923841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94923841' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94710447</id><published>2003-05-21T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T20:00:09.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome BackOK, I gave up on the referrals and will just have to rely on my site meter from now on.  But isn't everyone glad my page is back to normal?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94710447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94710447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94710447' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94690570</id><published>2003-05-21T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T23:28:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spice Up Your LifeWho would have thought that I'd ever become Sporty Spice!  Saturday (5/17) - ~2 1/2 mile runSunday (5/18) - 2 hrs of ultimate frisbee (my team lost, but much closer than last week), ~9 miles of biking, and 2 hrs of swimming (~2.5 miles)Yesterday (5/20) - 1 hr of ultimate, 4.5 miles of bikingToday (5/21) - Running with NikeTomorrow (5/22) - Company Softball gameThis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94690570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94690570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94690570' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94666181</id><published>2003-05-20T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T23:14:28.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've Been Working on the Railroad...The moment I always dread when meeting new people is when they ask, "So, what do you do?"  Inevitably, if I tell them the whole truth, that I'm an environmental engineer, I get a blank look back at me, followed by the question, "So, what does an environmental engineer do?"  Now let me tell you, there is nothing that can detract from flirting more than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94666181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94666181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94666181' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94561010</id><published>2003-05-18T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T23:07:01.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger Bash!Had a glorious time at the blogger bash on Friday.  Highlights included finally meeting Jen and Jake, who I already felt like I knew so well. Naturally Paul was there, doing his hosting duties, and I was quite excited because Edie showed up later on and it was great to meet her after reading her for all this time.  Other cool people I met were Anil, the guru of all blogging, Hands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94561010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94561010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94561010' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94359809</id><published>2003-05-14T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T23:48:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NostalgiaI can't believe how emotional I just got.....watching Dawson's and hearing the song "I'll Be" by Shawn Mullins just got me on the verge of tears.  Too many memories of my sophmore year in college and my boyfriend then who I convince myself I'm over until I hear songs like that.   And "Have a Little Faith In Me".....there must be something about getting your heart broken once, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94359809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94359809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94359809' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94275285</id><published>2003-05-13T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T13:10:43.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mission Accomplished?I only got two of my weekend items done, much to my dismay.  I played a bit too much frisbee and biked to Central Park to do this, but am now quite sore and didn't do any significant biking since I tried to put air in my tire and instead of filling it up, I let all the air out and now can't pump air into the tire.  I am going to try this again in the hopes that it will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94275285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94275285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94275285' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94217641</id><published>2003-05-12T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T14:43:02.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening ToDulcinea by Toad the Wet SprocketFavorite Track: WindmillsHow bummed am I that I missed their reunion tour? Still mad at myself for not paying attention!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94217641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94217641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94217641' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94138522</id><published>2003-05-11T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T02:38:18.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Strikeout Total ammount of alcohol consumed last night:2 Bud Lights - The Black Bear4 Yeunglings - Mustang Harry's2 Budwisers - House party in Alphabet CitySummary: Went to happy hour after work but had to leave by 8 to meet the J-date guy at 9 and ended up being quite late.  He showed up wearing jeans and a button down plaid flannel shirt, reminding me of my ex from college who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94138522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94138522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94138522' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94031090</id><published>2003-05-08T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T23:54:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend PlansAs for the rest of the weekend, here's what you might find me....Playing ultimate frisbee in Central ParkGoing to see Wigfield at the Jane Street theatre (but this will probably get moved to next week since I think this weekends tickets are sold out)Cleaning up my apartment Catching up on sleepGetting on my bike at least once since I might ride in this next weekendand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94031090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94031090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94031090' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-94030220</id><published>2003-05-08T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T23:28:08.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mysteries?Well, apparently I was completely wrong about my date with Mr. Tunes because despite his words promising to call, he hasn't.  Now normally this would not bother me, but in this case, I am bothered by the fact that it was completely unexpected.  When we talked on the phone before the date, we talked for hours, and the date went very well, once again talking for hours and standing in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94030220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/94030220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94030220' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93953451</id><published>2003-05-07T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T18:31:55.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Car TroublesDon't you know that whenever you have a place to go, that's when you get a flat tire?  Naturally, as I was leaving work at a reasonable time to get to the bike repair class, I realized I had a flat tire, and it took the good guys I work with over an hour to change the tire because the stupid nuts were on so tight that about five people had to try before they could get them loose.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93953451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93953451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93953451' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93770839</id><published>2003-05-04T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T20:53:15.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dating UpdateWent out Mr. Tunes last night and had a real good time.  Would still like him more if he were taller than me, and am slightly worried that he's prettier than me, but had a good time none the less and will probably see him again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93770839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93770839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93770839' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93661986</id><published>2003-05-02T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T13:31:25.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am an EnginerdThanks to 601am for the link to the coolest car commercial ever!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93661986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93661986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93661986' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93661855</id><published>2003-05-02T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T13:28:57.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riding a Two-WheelerReminder to those of you who are New Yorkers that yesterday officially kicked off Bike Week NYC.  So pull out your two-wheeler if you have one and get moving!  Of particular interest to moi is the Ladies Night repair clinic, for which you don't need to rsvp or bring anything besides yourself.  I think my mom and I are going to hit it as a bonding thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93661855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93661855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93661855' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93652274</id><published>2003-05-02T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T10:39:11.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Restless SleepingAm very annoyed because I got woken up numerous times during the night.  Why?  Because my parents are out of town, so I had two kitties in my apartment instead of the normal one, and the new one must have gotten very upset during the night because she kept mewing.  I think its because she was lonely and didn't know where to sleep in her new surroundings, but she's been to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93652274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93652274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93652274' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93527079</id><published>2003-04-30T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T08:40:37.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Help!I like my referrers list on the right side of my page so that I can figure out how people got here, but can anyone help me fix the page so that the column doesn't take over the rest of the page?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93527079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93527079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93527079' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93472203</id><published>2003-04-29T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T12:04:28.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Miss My Computer Nerd!While I am quite happy with my computer skills and consider myself quite proficient, I am in desparate need of my personal computer nerd that I left behind in Boston (I'm allowed to call him that because he actually works as a computer engineer, just as I will not be offended if anyone calls me an enginerd because I know in my heart of hearts that it is true).  Spyware</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93472203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93472203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93472203' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93262893</id><published>2003-04-25T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T17:21:28.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dating UpdateMet up with B last night for drinks after work, and was sooo glad he had to leave to eat dinner with his parents for the end of Passover.  Here I was thinking he looked pretty hot in his photo and was a baseball player at a D-1 school for a year and a fratboy, at that he was my height, but he was shorter than me and really not all that attractive. He really reminded me of this guy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93262893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93262893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93262893' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93133950</id><published>2003-04-23T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T16:38:13.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Menial Labor, Pt. 2Did you know you can type the word "average" with just your left hand? Another fun fact you learn when doing data analysis in excel (why can't the formula use avg as the shortcut!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93133950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93133950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93133950' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93131831</id><published>2003-04-23T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T19:46:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Menial LaborHave spent past few hours cutting and pasting in Excel.  So thaaaat's what an engineering degree is for......Listening ToBuffalo Tom - Let Me Come OverFavorite Track: Tailights FadeI can't really decide if I like Buffalo Tom or not.  I fell in love with the song they played on "My So-Called Life" all those years ago and went out and bought this album thinking it was on here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93131831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93131831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93131831' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93055744</id><published>2003-04-22T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T13:03:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dating UpdateJust got email from B (would link to last reference of this but my archives are being screwy--wrote about him last week if anyone can access them).  He finally asked to see if I wanted to get together, after too much emailing.  So he's ahead of Tunes, who warned me about being very busy during Passover but regardless has not emailed since last week when he suggested we get together</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93055744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93055744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93055744' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-93054602</id><published>2003-04-22T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T12:38:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love the Big AppleWoo-Hoo! Since I missed the last one of these, I will do my best to attend this one!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93054602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/93054602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93054602' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92988151</id><published>2003-04-21T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T12:03:01.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change that-Barbara H is the best track.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92988151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92988151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92988151' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92988076</id><published>2003-04-21T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T12:01:40.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listening ToFountains of Wayne (self-titled)Favorite Track: Tough call, either She's Got A Problem or Radiation VibeSide note: When I saw the Counting Crows in October (2nd night at Hammerstein), they worked Radiation Vibe into one of their songs, and everyone was cheering for it, but my guess is about 10% of the people there actually knew what song they were playing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92988076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92988076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92988076' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92961861</id><published>2003-04-20T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T19:47:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Double Date?Had very fun weekend.  Spent Friday night with family visiting for Passover and we went to Turkuaz, which was excellent (though did have to break a few Passover laws).  Spent Saturday installing my new car radio, since my old one died quite a while ago.  And it actually works, much to everyone's amazement!  So much for girls not being handy with their cars!  Then on Saturday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92961861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92961861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92961861' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92853960</id><published>2003-04-18T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T15:53:35.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Nice Short OneI apologize for the super long entry yesterday, so here's a nice short one...Happy Passover!  I made the best desert for my seder (Passover dinner for those not of the tribe) - a White Chocolate Semifreddo with Strawberry Coulis - its from the January 1990 Gourmet, but for some reason Epicurious doesn't have it.  Sure the cream and eggs aren't the best for you, but it is kosher </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92853960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92853960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92853960' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92802584</id><published>2003-04-17T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T18:05:41.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>London Tales Once upon a time, a junior in college decided to go to London to study for her spring semester.  I had recently gotten her heart stomped on (story for another day) and then proceeded to have a rebound (also for another day), which only made me feel shittier, so when it was time to head across the pond, I couldn’t be more ready to get away.  After a couple of days of orientation, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92802584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92802584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92802584' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92782182</id><published>2003-04-17T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T11:26:43.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading Jezebel's blog this morning and realized that I have not eaten a single Cadbury Cream Egg this Easter season.  Yes, I'm Jewish, but I adore Easter for this wonderful creation.  In high school, I used to eat about one of these a day in the month of april, and when I studied in London (yes, I know, I still owe you the story), they have them year round.  Yes, this was bad news for Dahl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92782182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92782182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92782182' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92717122</id><published>2003-04-16T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T10:39:00.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's A Small WorldAnd check out my new toy--a guest map!  The graphics do bring back memories of Zelda, but its still very cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92717122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92717122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92717122' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92712712</id><published>2003-04-16T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T09:15:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring CleaningAs many of you have probably noticed, I have done little to change my site recently, so today I have taken advantage of my work firewall letting me through to Blogger and I have actually updated my links, so please check them out.  The Eatonweb Portal sounds particularly interesting because it has a feature to create blog geneology....for instance I put in the blogs that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92712712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92712712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92712712' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92677691</id><published>2003-04-15T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T18:35:21.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dating UpdateFor those of you who've been following, I haven't mentioned Boston boy for a while for good reason.  I emailed with him when I got back from vacation, and we were making plans for during the week since he was, once again, going to be away over the weekend.  However, on Tuesday he got a new project that was causing him to work till 11pm every night that week, so he said he'd get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92677691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92677691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92677691' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92559827</id><published>2003-04-13T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T23:28:00.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting DumpedWhen you're dating a guy and things go bad, you break up and its usually something definite.  However, when you have friends, the end of a friendship is never as clear.  I went to college in Boston, and after freshman year I lived there in the summers as well, and after college I stayed in Boston for another year before moving to NYC where I grew up.  Every time I visited home, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92559827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92559827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92559827' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92402254</id><published>2003-04-10T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T23:00:58.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They Call Them Professional?Will post proper stuff over the weekend, but must vent frustration that my baseball team, the Mets, have blown the third game out of the last four!  They seem to have a knack at giving up runs in the 9th inning and driving their fans insane.  This from one of the best pitching staffs in the league!  Maybe if some of their star hitters (Piazza? Vaughn? Burnitz?) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92402254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92402254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92402254' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92302918</id><published>2003-04-09T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T13:37:46.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>London CallingHave just discovered a new blog that makes me miss London soooo much.   I studied in London for a semester and my 6 months there were among the happiest of my life, due in large part to very little attention paid to studies and large amount of attention paid to T, the second love of my life.  When I have time, I will tell the extended story of my London tales.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92302918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92302918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92302918' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92296654</id><published>2003-04-09T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T11:50:55.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Problems of Alone TimeBob's entry yesterday voiced exactly how I often feel....that my internal dialogue progressively makes me insane, so I had a thought....maybe I should actually instruct guys I date to read my blog so they can be forwarned of my insanities and learn how to deal with them.  This way, a guy can see in advance that when they say make plans and then cancel them, I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92296654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92296654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92296654' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-92124003</id><published>2003-04-06T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T23:23:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work Really Can Be FunOn Friday and Saturday, my company had its national conference, at which I had the "lucky" opportunity to give a presentation (it went very well, but I still am shooting darts at my boss for somehow getting me into it).  I didn't have high expectations for the conference though, since I didn't know people from the other offices (I work at our corporate headquarters but we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92124003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/92124003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92124003' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-91885243</id><published>2003-04-02T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T22:25:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The World of Sap I can't believe it but I actually sat down and watched a complete episode of Dawson's Creek for the first time all year.  They had all these ads saying that its the first of the last 7 episodes, leading me to believe that they will actually cancel the show at the end of this season, thus making me feel as if my college years are truly over.  I can remember watching the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91885243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91885243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91885243' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-91706437</id><published>2003-03-31T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T08:35:32.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm Back Back from not so relaxing week long ski vacation....slept tons, but am sore and overdosed on family time.  Couldn't wait to get back to my own apartment and have some alone time.  However, now that I am work, wish the vacation would go on forever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91706437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91706437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91706437' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-91216016</id><published>2003-03-23T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T02:23:30.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MishapTried to go to Cutie Coworkers party after successfully draging some friends away from another excruciatingly boring party where I knew no one, but had forgotten to print address and so ended up not finding it.  Turns out had we walked one block farther, we would have gotten there but hindsight does have 20/20.  Will have to email him when I get back from my vacation to explain that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91216016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91216016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91216016' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-91144710</id><published>2003-03-21T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T16:00:09.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Third Time's A Charm? Suprise, suprise, Boston boy had to cancel plans for this week, making it now a total of three time's he's cancelled (although to be fair, he told me he'd get in touch when he was back in town, and then found out he had to stay on the road longer then expected, so the third time was not cancelling definate plans, just the possibility of plans).  He's going on vacation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91144710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/91144710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91144710' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-90836107</id><published>2003-03-16T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T23:24:44.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Latin fans?By the way, my cutie coworker was hoping to find a place that was similar to SOBs, but with a cheaper (hopefully no) cover.  Basically a place with Latin dancing that is ok for people who don't know how to Latin dance.  Anyone know of such a place?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/90836107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/90836107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90836107' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-90835852</id><published>2003-03-16T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T23:22:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend FunOn Friday, I decided to go to Happy Hour with my coworkers--I've been a couple of times, but I don't know most of the people in my office (400+) outside of my group, and most of those people don't go, but since one of the people I do know had won a free hour of drinking at one of the local bars for him and anyone who knows him, I decided to venture out.  Unfortunately, since I had to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/90835852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/90835852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90835852' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036665.post-90691184</id><published>2003-03-13T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T23:57:30.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scary DreamsI had the freakiest dream the other night that I wandered across my brother's blog and it had all these references to my blog.  You know that whole thing about being honest in your blog but not in real life?  My brother knows a lot, but not everything, so in my dream, his blog was congratulating me on having a date with the Boston guy...very strange.  Now makes me wonder whether I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/90691184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036665/posts/default/90691184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollhaus.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90691184' title=''/><author><name>Dahl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
