<?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-3343967798367389809</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:06:02.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wûrd</title><subtitle type='html'>something said; an utterance, remark, or comment: May I say a word about that?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-7565863478479500361</id><published>2009-10-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:21:12.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ma·chi·a·vel·lian</title><content type='html'>(mak-ee-uh-VEL-ee-uhn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;adjective:&lt;/i&gt; Characterized by cunning, deception, and expediency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-7565863478479500361?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/7565863478479500361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/machiavellian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/7565863478479500361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/7565863478479500361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/machiavellian.html' title='ma·chi·a·vel·lian'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-5465626195952064948</id><published>2009-10-27T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:17:41.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wet·ta·bil·i·ty</title><content type='html'>the quality or state of being wettable : the degree to which something can be wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hmm. i like this word.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-5465626195952064948?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/5465626195952064948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/wettability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5465626195952064948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5465626195952064948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/wettability.html' title='wet·ta·bil·i·ty'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-4512342756038594959</id><published>2009-10-27T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:59:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lack⋅lus⋅ter</title><content type='html'>((i didn't know there was such a words as this..))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective &lt;br /&gt;1.lacking brilliance or radiance; dull: lackluster eyes. &lt;br /&gt;2.lacking liveliness, vitality, spirit, or enthusiasm: a lackluster performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun  &lt;br /&gt;3. a lack of brilliance or vitality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-4512342756038594959?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/4512342756038594959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/lackluster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4512342756038594959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4512342756038594959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/lackluster.html' title='lack⋅lus⋅ter'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-6376533849900825324</id><published>2009-10-10T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:25:10.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>consolation prize</title><content type='html'>n.  A prize given to a competitor who loses or does not win the first prize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-6376533849900825324?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/6376533849900825324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/consolation-prize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6376533849900825324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6376533849900825324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/consolation-prize.html' title='consolation prize'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-6709165996423341881</id><published>2009-10-08T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:44:09.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ream</title><content type='html'>[reem]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.a standard quantity of paper, consisting of 20 quires or 500 sheets (formerly 480 sheets), or 516 sheets (printer's ream or perfect ream).&lt;br /&gt;2.Usually, reams. a large quantity: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He has written reams of poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-6709165996423341881?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/6709165996423341881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/ream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6709165996423341881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6709165996423341881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/ream.html' title='ream'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-7930067273279075323</id><published>2009-10-05T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:41:34.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lush</title><content type='html'>[luhsh]&lt;br /&gt;1.(of vegetation, plants, grasses, etc.) luxuriant; succulent; tender and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;2.characterized by luxuriant vegetation: a lush valley. &lt;br /&gt;3.characterized by luxuriousness, opulence, etc.: the lush surroundings of his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: abundant, ambrosial, delectable, delicious, deluxe, dense, elaborate, extensive, extravagant, exuberant, flourishing, fresh, grand, green, heavenly, juicy, lavish, luscious, luxuriant, luxurious, opulent, ornate, overgrown, palatial, plush, prodigal, prolific, rank, rich, riotous, ripe, ritzy, scrumptious, sensuous, succulent, sumptuous, teeming, tender, verdant, voluptuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SswNsOLON7I/AAAAAAAABYA/GXWAr0yXc4A/s1600-h/100_7660-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SswNsOLON7I/AAAAAAAABYA/GXWAr0yXc4A/s320/100_7660-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389697907426211762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-7930067273279075323?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/7930067273279075323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/lush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/7930067273279075323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/7930067273279075323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/lush.html' title='lush'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SswNsOLON7I/AAAAAAAABYA/GXWAr0yXc4A/s72-c/100_7660-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-6322990995980996646</id><published>2009-10-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:30:32.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thesarus day: ver⋅dant</title><content type='html'>flourishing, fresh, grassy, leafy, lush, verdurous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-6322990995980996646?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/6322990995980996646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/thesarus-day-verdant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6322990995980996646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6322990995980996646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/thesarus-day-verdant.html' title='thesarus day: ver⋅dant'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-4104706935207051814</id><published>2009-10-04T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:58:04.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un⋅gain⋅ly</title><content type='html'>–adjective &lt;br /&gt;1.not graceful; awkward; unwieldy; clumsy: an ungainly child; an ungainly prose style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adverb &lt;br /&gt;2.in an awkward manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SslSMQPv7bI/AAAAAAAABWY/IztO097tl-M/s1600-h/DSC03076-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SslSMQPv7bI/AAAAAAAABWY/IztO097tl-M/s320/DSC03076-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388928799598439858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-4104706935207051814?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/4104706935207051814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/thesarus-day-gauche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4104706935207051814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4104706935207051814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/thesarus-day-gauche.html' title='un⋅gain⋅ly'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SslSMQPv7bI/AAAAAAAABWY/IztO097tl-M/s72-c/DSC03076-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-5591991755722952786</id><published>2009-10-04T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:48:14.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a⋅plomb</title><content type='html'>–noun &lt;br /&gt;1.imperturbable self-possession, poise, or assurance.&lt;br /&gt;2.the perpendicular, or vertical, position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-5591991755722952786?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/5591991755722952786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/aplomb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5591991755722952786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5591991755722952786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/aplomb.html' title='a⋅plomb'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-6823214113748200497</id><published>2009-10-04T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:44:59.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pom⋅e⋅lo</title><content type='html'>–noun, plural -los. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.the very large, yellow or orange citrus fruit of a tree, Citrus maxima, of southeastern Asia.&lt;br /&gt;2.the tree itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SslP7_weRvI/AAAAAAAABWQ/jso0yjTD14c/s1600-h/Grapefruit-475X357_476x357-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SslP7_weRvI/AAAAAAAABWQ/jso0yjTD14c/s320/Grapefruit-475X357_476x357-pola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388926321271129842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-6823214113748200497?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/6823214113748200497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/pomelo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6823214113748200497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6823214113748200497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/pomelo.html' title='pom⋅e⋅lo'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SslP7_weRvI/AAAAAAAABWQ/jso0yjTD14c/s72-c/Grapefruit-475X357_476x357-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-2221203656239450593</id><published>2009-10-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:15:32.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>char⋅y</title><content type='html'>–adjective, char⋅i⋅er, char⋅i⋅est. &lt;br /&gt;1.cautious or careful; wary: He was chary of investing in oil wells. &lt;br /&gt;2.shy; timid.&lt;br /&gt;3.fastidious; choosy: She is excessively chary about her friends. &lt;br /&gt;4.sparing (often fol. by of): chary of his praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-2221203656239450593?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/2221203656239450593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/chary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2221203656239450593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2221203656239450593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/chary.html' title='char⋅y'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-4087500974898744208</id><published>2009-10-01T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:14:15.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in⋅ter⋅loc⋅u⋅tor</title><content type='html'>–noun &lt;br /&gt;1.a person who takes part in a conversation or dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;2.the man in the middle of the line of performers in a minstrel troupe, who acts as the announcer and banters with the end men.&lt;br /&gt;3.a person who questions; interrogator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-4087500974898744208?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/4087500974898744208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/interlocutor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4087500974898744208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4087500974898744208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/10/interlocutor.html' title='in⋅ter⋅loc⋅u⋅tor'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-2749841894939963232</id><published>2009-09-28T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:55:17.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi⋅a⋅tus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[hahy-ey-tuhs]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;–noun, plural -tus⋅es, -tus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. a missing part; gap or lacuna: Scholars attempted to account for the hiatus in the medieval manuscript.&lt;br /&gt;3. any gap or opening.&lt;br /&gt;4. Grammar, Prosody. the coming together, with or without break or slight pause, and without contraction, of two vowels in successive words or syllables, as in see easily.&lt;br /&gt;5. Anatomy. a natural fissure, cleft, or foramen in a bone or other structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-2749841894939963232?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/2749841894939963232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2749841894939963232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2749841894939963232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiatus.html' title='hi⋅a⋅tus'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-2156629774771655116</id><published>2009-09-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:55:52.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ple⋅iad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(PLEE-uhd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;noun: A group of (usually seven) brilliant persons or things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-2156629774771655116?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/2156629774771655116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/ple-aid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2156629774771655116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2156629774771655116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/ple-aid.html' title='ple⋅iad'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-5393204780852951032</id><published>2009-09-24T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:34:58.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fan⋅cy-free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[fan-see-free]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;–adjective&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;free from any emotional tie or influence, esp. that of love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ha I love this word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-5393204780852951032?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/5393204780852951032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/fancy-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5393204780852951032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5393204780852951032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/fancy-free.html' title='fan⋅cy-free'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-5567711316347322222</id><published>2009-09-23T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:50:33.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cha⋅grin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[shuh-grin]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;–noun &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. a feeling of vexation, marked by disappointment or humiliation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. A keen feeling of mental unease, as of annoyance or embarrassment, caused by failure, disappointment, or a disconcerting event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know how much this describes how i feel at present.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-5567711316347322222?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/5567711316347322222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/chagrin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5567711316347322222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5567711316347322222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/chagrin.html' title='cha⋅grin'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-2513805646102278232</id><published>2009-09-22T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:32:08.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mus⋅ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[myoo-zing]   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. absorbed in thought; meditative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. contemplation; reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was trying to find a word that meant something not like bitterness, but looking at or thinking fondly or meditatively on things of the past. Not remorse; just thinking. Kind of in retrospect; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ensive: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(deeply, often wistfully or dreamily thoughtful; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uggestive or expressive of melancholy thoughtfulness.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't find this word I'm looking for..maybe it doesn't exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SrkJ0dwDlvI/AAAAAAAABSw/vrKh9UmB0qE/s1600-h/100_9087-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SrkJ0dwDlvI/AAAAAAAABSw/vrKh9UmB0qE/s320/100_9087-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384345626442176242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-2513805646102278232?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/2513805646102278232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/musing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2513805646102278232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/2513805646102278232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/musing.html' title='mus⋅ing'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SrkJ0dwDlvI/AAAAAAAABSw/vrKh9UmB0qE/s72-c/100_9087-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-3950913244315693801</id><published>2009-09-20T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:56:36.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thesarus day: vag⋅a⋅bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n. a person who wanders at will or as a habit "a park full of vagabonds sleeping on benches" &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;synonyms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bindle stiff, &lt;u&gt;bum&lt;/u&gt;, canter, clochard, derelict, drifter, floater, gangrel, hobo, piker, roadster, runagate, shack, &lt;u&gt;street arab&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;sundowner&lt;/u&gt;, swagger, swagman, tramp, tamper, traveler, vagrant, Weary Willy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;related words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; raomer, rover, wanderer, boomer, misgrant, ranabout, staggler, stray transient; &lt;u&gt;bohemian&lt;/u&gt;, gypsy, picaro, beggar, rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;idiom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; knight of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh my goodness, the richness of this word has made me fall in love with it. i chose this word because of a new college student who is from LA that is living at our house for a month and a half that came today. she is not a vagabond, but she is a traveler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.s. i love airports. and my favorite synonyms are underlined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-3950913244315693801?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/3950913244315693801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/thesarus-day-vag-bond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/3950913244315693801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/3950913244315693801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/thesarus-day-vag-bond.html' title='thesarus day: vag⋅a⋅bond'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-4590372362790908817</id><published>2009-09-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:43:53.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post·script</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(pōst'skrĭpt', pōs'skrĭpt')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n.   &lt;br /&gt;1. A message appended at the end of a letter after the writer's signature.&lt;br /&gt;2. Additional information appended to the manuscript, as of a book or article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have written at least three letters recently. One being a letter composed only of different song lyrics. You should try it. Sometimes other people's words can put things so much clearer than your own. AND I've been making all my envelopes like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYFHwMlTTBU"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SrT7zNrZJMI/AAAAAAAABRI/mGf0ijVsjDs/s1600-h/DSC02777-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SrT7zNrZJMI/AAAAAAAABRI/mGf0ijVsjDs/s320/DSC02777-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383204311878149314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-4590372362790908817?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/4590372362790908817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/postscript.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4590372362790908817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/4590372362790908817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/postscript.html' title='post·script'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xFIRYx15l0/SrT7zNrZJMI/AAAAAAAABRI/mGf0ijVsjDs/s72-c/DSC02777-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-6627247647359353949</id><published>2009-09-18T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:57:07.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pi⋅quant</title><content type='html'>[pee-k&lt;em&gt;uh&lt;/em&gt;nt, -kahnt, pee-kahnt]–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. agreeably pungent or sharp in taste or flavor; pleasantly biting or tart: &lt;em&gt;a piquant aspic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. agreeably stimulating, interesting, or attractive: &lt;em&gt;a piquant glance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. of an interestingly provocative or lively character: &lt;em&gt;a piquant wit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Archaic.&lt;/em&gt; sharp or stinging, esp. to the feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I chose this word because I feel like this is what life is like. It is interesting, stimulating, but also stinging and sharp..and painful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a quote that goes with this word:&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then, when he dies, his lifeless body&lt;br /&gt;Cannot taste sweetness, feel the sharpness of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Lift a hand, or be lost in reveries of the mind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from The Seafarer (anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-6627247647359353949?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/6627247647359353949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/pi-quant_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6627247647359353949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/6627247647359353949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/pi-quant_18.html' title='pi⋅quant'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343967798367389809.post-5184767683868654175</id><published>2009-09-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:24:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a word a day fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this blog will be of words, the meanings of words, and the things you can create with words; a fetish of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the things in this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;songs, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;words, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Polaroids, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quotations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3343967798367389809-5184767683868654175?l=strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/feeds/5184767683868654175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/word-day-fetish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5184767683868654175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3343967798367389809/posts/default/5184767683868654175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberryfieldsavasted.blogspot.com/2009/09/word-day-fetish.html' title='a word a day fetish'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05556103586464798931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
