<?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-5122307368885795801</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:23:39.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run and find out</title><subtitle type='html'>It is the hardest thing in the world to frighten a mongoose, because he is eaten up from nose to tail with curiosity.  The motto of all the mongoose family is "Run and find out," and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose.  Rudyard Kipling</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122307368885795801.post-6216963010881517892</id><published>2010-08-13T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T20:55:38.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie the PitBull</title><content type='html'>While we were in Spain last month, our nine-year-old Australian shepherd, Molly, died of a mysterious seizure/paralysis that came on suddenly one morning and ended with her being put to sleep that night. She was the perfect dog, sweet, personable, completely trustworthy and nice to everyone. I'm more of a cat person, but even I cried and cried when she was gone. It was particularly tragic because we couldn't be there with her, and we felt horrible that she went through all of that without her family at her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conventional wisdom seems to be that you should wait before starting a relationship with a new pet, but the house seemed empty without Molly, and Rachel, who was leaving for Brazil, wanted to have a say in the selection process. We all agreed that we wanted to get a dog from the pound, and we were pretty open to any breed, as long as it was bigger than a breadbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my orphanage visit in Russia, my family sent me emails about the pitbull mix they were visiting at the pound. I kept writing back, "I'm not excited about a pitbull...Pitbulls are kind of scary...I don't know about that pitbull..." Nevertheless, when they picked me up at the airport, there she was, Ellie, our new 6-month-old pitbull mix puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response from friends, relatives, dog trainers, and random people has been wildly divergent, from delight and adoration to uncomfortable silence to sheer horror. My brother introduced her to his golden retriever and 6 of his 8 children, and they played for 9 hours straight. My mother, reserved at first, ended up happily babysitting Ellie for several hours while we went to a reception. A woman at PetSmart quietly moved her daughter to her other side, away from Ellie.  And my sister-in-law flatly informed me on the telephone that she is never coming to our house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now find myself in the awkward position of defending pitbulls. That is, defending &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; pitbull (mix). I feel a huge responsibility to raise her properly, so I spend time with her each day, practicing our lessons from obedience school, anxiously watching for negative behaviors, taking her with me on errands so she is properly socialized. So far, she is sweet, affectionate, almost desperate to please us, quick to learn and very obedient--all traits typical of pitbulls, I'm told. She and our cats are still wary of each other, but she's friendly and curious when she meets a new dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave any dog alone with a small child, and Ellie will never go out in public without a leash. I will probably never trust her as completely as I trusted Molly. But I am starting to wonder if maybe pitbulls don't deserve all the bad press they get. Maybe the vicious ones really are that way because they are mistreated or trained to behave that way. Maybe the vast majority truly are loving, steady, loyal companions. I hope so. Meanwhile, it's another context in which to examine preconceived notions and prejudices, and how scary it is to take a risk and reach out to someone or something new we've only heard about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-6216963010881517892?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/6216963010881517892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=6216963010881517892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/6216963010881517892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/6216963010881517892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2010/08/ellie-pitbull.html' title='Ellie the PitBull'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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-5122307368885795801.post-2620933650712228812</id><published>2009-08-30T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:06:01.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>District 9</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend we saw District 9.  I loved the premise--aliens who not only arrive on earth, but do not leave; the temporary home provided for them 20 years ago has turned into a slum; they are so weird-looking (and ugly) that it is impossible for them to become integrated.  The government official in charge of moving them to a new area does not care much what happens to them until he ingests some alien liquid and starts to turn into an alien himself.  Lots of interesting ideas here that are worth pursuing and discussing, but evidently it was too much trouble to come up with a good conclusion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;set up for a sequel, because in the last third everyone just grabs a gun and starts shooting.  The government official finds some protective armor that makes him look like one of the  transformers.  The movie is a cross between The Fly, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and The Matrix (another movie with a great premise that only comes to an end when everyone has shot everything else).  6.5 or maybe 7.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-2620933650712228812?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/2620933650712228812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=2620933650712228812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/2620933650712228812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/2620933650712228812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2009/08/district-9.html' title='District 9'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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-5122307368885795801.post-3678125787184993225</id><published>2008-09-28T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:44:10.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Newman</title><content type='html'>Paul Newman died. &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/front/la-me-newman28-2008sep28,0,2676793.story"&gt;http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/front/la-me-newman28-2008sep28,0,2676793.story&lt;/a&gt; I think the world is a little bit sadder place today because he's not here, but it's also a much better place because he was here. I discovered him when I was 17 and saw The Sting at the BYU Varsity Theatre. I went because Robert Redford was in it, and he was hot. But about halfway through, I started noticing the other guy. He was pretty hot, too, for one thing.  He looked like he was always thinking about a really good joke.  I've watched the poker scene a million times, but I still love every minute, and it seems like he thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.  Off screen he did some amazing things, but he didn't make a big deal about himself--he was married for 50 years, raised 6 children, drove race cars, and founded a successful charity.  He lived a full life doing what he wanted to do and being good to people along the way.  This week, I'm having a Paul Newman film festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-3678125787184993225?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/3678125787184993225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=3678125787184993225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/3678125787184993225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/3678125787184993225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/09/paul-newman.html' title='Paul Newman'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122307368885795801.post-7519389117419754516</id><published>2008-09-15T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:59:23.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running, or, Not Dying of Boredom While Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SM6v_aGQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8GsL7OAKbK8/s1600-h/sam_spade_01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246324119805417138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SM6v_aGQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8GsL7OAKbK8/s320/sam_spade_01a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/offpoint/16383261/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm training for the CIM (California International Marathon), which means I can't skip a necessary run. Saturday was one of the rare occasions when none of my running buddies were available and I had to do 10 miles by myself. Listening to music wasn't working for me, but luckily, I had some 1948 Sam Spade radio mysteries on my ipod (doesn't everyone?). Yeah, pretty geeky, but they were so entertaining, it was my easiest 10-mile run ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I got home, I added some podcasts for next time, and also found this great website. &lt;a href="http://librivox.org/"&gt;http://librivox.org/&lt;/a&gt; It's run by volunteers, and their goal is to make all public domain books available as free audio books. They have books in 10 different languages. If you're looking for current literature, this is not the place to go, but for catching up on all the books you wrote papers on in college but never read, or practicing your foreign language skills, it's great. And by the way, if you're interested, you can volunteer as a reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of podcasts, my daughter works for the BYU Writing Center. They have a new weekly podcast about language and composition. &lt;a href="http://wordofmouth.byu.edu/"&gt;http://wordofmouth.byu.edu/&lt;/a&gt; It's still in the "coming soon" stages, but it should start in the next week or two, so check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-7519389117419754516?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/7519389117419754516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=7519389117419754516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/7519389117419754516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/7519389117419754516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-or-not-dying-of-boredom-while.html' title='Running, or, Not Dying of Boredom While Running'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SM6v_aGQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8GsL7OAKbK8/s72-c/sam_spade_01a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122307368885795801.post-9020279643521445509</id><published>2008-09-15T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:40:03.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Simmons again</title><content type='html'>For some reason, the Bill Simmons link disappeared from my post, so here it is again: &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/simmons/index"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/simmons/index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-9020279643521445509?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/9020279643521445509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=9020279643521445509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/9020279643521445509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/9020279643521445509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/09/bill-simmons-again.html' title='Bill Simmons again'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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-5122307368885795801.post-7818099468928678666</id><published>2008-09-10T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:34:22.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman</title><content type='html'>I finally saw Dark Knight last weekend.  It was very dark and the joker was horrific, but I liked it a lot.  Heath Ledger is amazing.  I keep wondering what incredible roles he would have created if he had lived a long time.  I love that he took so many risks.  Christian Bale is great, too, but I still prefer Michael Keaton.  He is such a hot Batman.  Harvey Dent was perfect.  I love superhero movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thinking about Heath Ledger got me started on a new top 10 list (new for me, anyway)--riveting performances in a movie.  This is different from an amazing scene, or from a great ensemble performance.  It's a performance by an actor (or actress) where you are mesmerized every time they appear onscreen.  The quality of the movie is not relevant, and it doesn't count if they're riveting just because they're so good-looking!  So far I've come up with the following, in no particular order, but I'd love to hear some other opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger in Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;Javier Bardem in No Country for Old Men&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Desire, On the Waterfront, and The Godfather&lt;br /&gt;Roberto Benigni in Life is Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Vivien Leigh in Gone With the Wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-7818099468928678666?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/7818099468928678666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=7818099468928678666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/7818099468928678666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/7818099468928678666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/09/batman.html' title='Batman'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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-5122307368885795801.post-4950031174446818910</id><published>2008-08-09T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:23:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Simmons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He's a sports columnist and much of what he writes goes right over my head, but I still read him pretty regularly.  He loves books and movies and pop culture, he's funny, and I've even learned a few things about sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47e433ce49a0a9ec/489dd29622c5d7b4/47e433ce49a0a9ec/28edae45/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-4950031174446818910?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/4950031174446818910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=4950031174446818910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/4950031174446818910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/4950031174446818910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/08/bill-simmons.html' title='Bill Simmons'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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-5122307368885795801.post-8611212154788694654</id><published>2008-08-08T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:26:00.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SJzBv6mkOfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MRE52fQsiv8/s1600-h/russia+2008+675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232269896026700274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SJzBv6mkOfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MRE52fQsiv8/s320/russia+2008+675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Roman, on the left, and my son, Matthew, on the right. Roman is 16 and leaving the orphanage in September; he is going to the city of Polessk to learn to be an auto mechanic. He's a good artist, also good at sports, very thoughtful. He's fun to talk to because he doesn't give up--he figures out different ways to express himself, and is also very patient in trying to understand us.  He's one of the four students we've chosen to help with his schooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-8611212154788694654?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/8611212154788694654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=8611212154788694654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/8611212154788694654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/8611212154788694654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-roman-on-left-and-my-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SJzBv6mkOfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MRE52fQsiv8/s72-c/russia+2008+675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122307368885795801.post-2673661094008589101</id><published>2008-08-07T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:07:29.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SJsrNhgSrUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIASu2XjNj4/s1600-h/russia+2008+592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231822903453068610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SJsrNhgSrUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIASu2XjNj4/s320/russia+2008+592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out how to load photos on here.  This is the group that went to Russia this year.  This is in Kaliningrad, where we met with the education ministry.  They were very enthusiastic, particularly about having the kids visit America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-2673661094008589101?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/2673661094008589101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=2673661094008589101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/2673661094008589101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/2673661094008589101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-finally-figured-out-how-to-load.html' title=''/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbuHHfV9K8s/SJsrNhgSrUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIASu2XjNj4/s72-c/russia+2008+592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122307368885795801.post-2568266402059859672</id><published>2008-08-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:11:20.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-2568266402059859672?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/2568266402059859672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=2568266402059859672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/2568266402059859672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/2568266402059859672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122307368885795801.post-3450758310072806901</id><published>2008-08-03T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:09:36.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in</title><content type='html'>I have a non-profit organization that helps Russian orphans. This summer we hosted 5 girls and 2 teachers here in America for one month, in the hope that it would not only bring them some joy, but also let them see some of the opportunities life has to offer. They were here for all of June, and it was extremely fun. I've been trying to load photos onto this site, but with no luck for some reason; as soon as I figure it out, I'll put some on. In July, I organized a trip to Sovetsk, Russia, in the Kaliningrad region, and 6 of us visited the orphanage for a week. This is my 4th year organizing these visits, and it has been a pretty incredible experience every time. This year we chose 4 kids who are going on to vocational school and need financial assistance, and I'm seeking sponsors for them. That has been my mission all along, to help these kids get a good enough education that they can be productive members of society, instead of turning to crime, drugs, and prostitution as most of them do. We'll see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plenty of time to read while I was flying or riding on the train, and I finally finished Roger Ebert's &lt;em&gt;Awake in the Dark.&lt;/em&gt; My favorite section was the essays and think pieces, particularly "Why I Love Black and White" and "The Case for an A Rating." Roger Ebert is great because he &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; movies.  He just wants everyone to share his enthusiasm.  Now I have a list of about 50 movies I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read Billy Crystal's &lt;em&gt;700 Sundays, &lt;/em&gt;a fast, easy, read, very enjoyable, and am halfway through &lt;em&gt;Clapton: The Autobiography.&lt;/em&gt; He has some amazing stories, mostly involving drugs or women or both, and he talks a lot about the musicians who influenced him and those he played with.  So now I have a music list to go with my movie list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-3450758310072806901?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/3450758310072806901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=3450758310072806901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/3450758310072806901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/3450758310072806901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/08/checking-in.html' title='Checking in'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</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-5122307368885795801.post-6560864112591484808</id><published>2008-05-31T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:41:23.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm starting a blog at the urging of several friends, but I have no idea what to write about.  I already stay in regular contact with my close friends, so why would they want to read the equivalent of a Christmas newsletter?  And who else cares?  So I guess this will be my forum for movie/book/current events/life in general commentary, and maybe I'll add an occasional photo or something.  That's all.  And now I have to finish cleaning my house.  I have company coming tomorrow.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122307368885795801-6560864112591484808?l=runandfindout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/feeds/6560864112591484808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122307368885795801&amp;postID=6560864112591484808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/6560864112591484808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122307368885795801/posts/default/6560864112591484808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runandfindout.blogspot.com/2008/05/starting-out.html' title='Starting Out'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378565339542334092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
