<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422</id><updated>2009-09-20T02:15:19.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bedroom Window</title><subtitle type='html'>Inside this room, all of my dreams become realities, and some of my realities become dreams.
~Willy Wonka</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-117520867629704011</id><published>2007-03-29T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:51:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boys, consider yourself warned...we come at a price.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/117520867629704011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=117520867629704011&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/117520867629704011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/117520867629704011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2007/03/boys-consider-yourself-warned.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-116811841481712740</id><published>2007-01-06T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:21:53.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i said yes to a blind date.and then reneged.why? because when it rains, it pours.too many changes between saturdays, specifically today and the last one. in the last week, i've had to redefine 3 relationships- to myself, to them. realized that priorities for others, and for myself, can change in a matter of 15 mins. realized that there are things for my life that i want now that i didn't want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/116811841481712740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=116811841481712740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116811841481712740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116811841481712740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-said-yes-to-blind-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-116795307694166337</id><published>2007-01-04T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:21:50.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death of a Salesman,revisited.rolling home on tired wheels,choking back tears of fatigue and disappointment,out turned pockets....again- God, third time this week,filthy, yellowed hands- wrinkling to 50 a tender 25,belly full of heartache (a cultivated taste),weary eyes, worn red- to match a weary heart,20 cents from empty, 40 to a bed...It's a powerful kind of lonelythat's holding me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/116795307694166337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=116795307694166337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116795307694166337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116795307694166337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-of-salesman-revisited.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-116745524875670192</id><published>2006-12-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:07:28.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>done.now what?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/116745524875670192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=116745524875670192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116745524875670192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116745524875670192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/12/done.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-116711544883884381</id><published>2006-12-25T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:44:08.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in phoenix, it's pretty hard to tell it's winter leave alone that it's christmas.  no snowmen, no fir trees, no carolers, mittens or ear muffs.  There are the few, random, sniffly noses, but they’re hardly noticed in a sea of t-shirts and shorts.   What is noticed is that whole “good will towards men” thing- thick and delicious in the air, and of course, all the holiday shopping.  Tis’ the season</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/116711544883884381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=116711544883884381&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116711544883884381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116711544883884381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-phoenix-its-pretty-hard-to-tell-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-116132395876227021</id><published>2006-10-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:40:31.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sadhu.blogspot.com presents.....news of the weird:2:00 pm, at work, conversation in an elevator:elevator doors open.. i step in side, smile and nod at the guy already in therehim: Rene, how's it going?me: Sadhana, done for the day- so extremely well, how're you?him: OH my god! that is so amazingme: um, pardon?him: your name, you look exactly- EXACTLY- like i'd picture a sadhana to look!!(gay?)...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/116132395876227021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=116132395876227021&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116132395876227021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116132395876227021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/10/sadhu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-116037431810182122</id><published>2006-10-08T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:25:22.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm dead tired- 7 some odd hours of dance today have left my feet burning and my eyes heavy.My bed is looking mighty fine right now, plush and cool to the touch, but before i enjoy it i'd like to write for a moment or two about inspiration, the elusive mistress.A breath of fresh air, at it's most basic level. People starve, gasp, beg- kill to know her. Elusive, musical- speaking to each of us in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/116037431810182122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=116037431810182122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116037431810182122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/116037431810182122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-dead-tired-7-some-odd-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-115934072591837655</id><published>2006-09-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:06:29.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>23...best friends with darling children, new beginings filled with promise and joy, pressure to succeed running parallel with the will to achieve, a time of heartbreaks, of mending, of forgiveness and of love, the sunrise of my future peaking over the horizon- beckoning me to rise early and greet it with a warm cup of coffee in hand......and suddenly here i am, 24.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/115934072591837655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=115934072591837655&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115934072591837655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115934072591837655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/09/23.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-115810956248279753</id><published>2006-09-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:06:02.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on a lighter note- there's a couple sitting next to me in the computer lab i'm in...um, grinding?  i guess that's the best way to put it.  he's nuzzling her neck and she's sitting on his lap, dancing.eww...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/115810956248279753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=115810956248279753&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115810956248279753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115810956248279753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-lighter-note-theres-couple-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-115810779627596271</id><published>2006-09-12T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:51:31.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wasn't going to blog yesterday, feeling i hadn't words nearly as poised or eloquent as the day deserved- then i realized that that would be the easy, cowardly way out. So here it is, a few random thoughts in yesterday's memory and a few questions towards hopeful tomorrow.I found out on a public bus- riding the 72 up to campus. the couple infront of me was listening to the news on their handheld</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/115810779627596271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=115810779627596271&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115810779627596271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115810779627596271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wasnt-going-to-blog-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-115761092290881858</id><published>2006-09-06T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:35:22.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is sooo weird.(Preface: I LOVE green tea! more specifically, i love Arizona brand diet green tea with ginseng.  Twice a week i'll head into Safeway- think Kroger with a better bakery for you eastcoasters- and grab a large bottle before going in to work. This one particular morning (yesterday) i was doing just that- there i stood, flipping through a copy of Time, with the bottle on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/115761092290881858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=115761092290881858&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115761092290881858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115761092290881858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-sooo-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-115717821497950260</id><published>2006-09-01T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:22:20.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a tribute to all of the bad dates i've been on:For men, 10 things you should know about women1) On pick up lines..."What time is it?" is not an adequate pick up line.  Ever.  Seriously, think back- when was the last time that you asked a woman what time it was and she responded with "well, it's 5:30 and you can pick me up in 2 hours for dinner".(This msg goes out the the fool who asked me what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/115717821497950260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=115717821497950260&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115717821497950260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115717821497950260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-tribute-to-all-of-bad-dates-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-115685756157996896</id><published>2006-08-29T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T06:26:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love the New York Times!! largely because of articles such as this:ham for yuppies, a "delicious" article covering humanity's latest feat- the $1000 ham.honestly, a $1000 dollar ham?!?+1 for the vegetarians ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/115685756157996896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=115685756157996896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115685756157996896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115685756157996896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-new-york-times-largely-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-115623560935639046</id><published>2006-08-22T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:46:39.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a while....welcome back.so, i know it's damn frustrating that i haven't written in a while, and i don't have any excuse for why...actually, i did write, a few entries, they just never made it to the publising level- condemmed to be forever suspended in "draft" form.  an incomplete life.i spent some time tonight wondering when i'll find a guy that cares more about me than he does about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/115623560935639046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=115623560935639046&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115623560935639046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/115623560935639046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-112216049552489628</id><published>2005-07-23T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:14:55.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a juju burrito</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/112216049552489628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=112216049552489628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/112216049552489628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/112216049552489628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/07/juju-burrito.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-112215817280583777</id><published>2005-07-23T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:36:12.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the perfect biodata pic ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/112215817280583777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=112215817280583777&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/112215817280583777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/112215817280583777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/07/perfect-biodata-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-112215806886963571</id><published>2005-07-23T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:09:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vibha looking coy, and doing it rather well :)last year, at this time, vibha and i were stressed to the max. practicing 8+ hours a day, eating bowls of oatmeal with sides of brocolli- yuck. Last year at this time we were waiting for our guru to join us in phoenix, waiting for her to come sprinkle magic dancing dust to transform us from awkward teenagers into women she could be proud of. last year</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/112215806886963571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=112215806886963571&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/112215806886963571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/112215806886963571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/07/vibha-looking-coy-and-doing-it-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111799918919677977</id><published>2005-07-22T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:56:50.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rach and i :)Charismatic, delicate and graceful- truly my better half. our friendship is one of smiles, tears, hugs and random- corny- jokes ;) I'm not entirely sure how we became friends or really when we did, but it happened, and now i have a sister (a twin!), a best friend, a confidante, a dance partner for stage and for life... i am blessed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111799918919677977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111799918919677977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111799918919677977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111799918919677977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/07/rach-and-i-charismatic-delicate-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111980708336602948</id><published>2005-06-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:31:23.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies,And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellow'd to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair'd the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tressOr softly lightens o'er her face,Where thoughts serenely sweet expressHow pure, how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111980708336602948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111980708336602948&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111980708336602948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111980708336602948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/06/she-walks-in-beauty-like-night-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111864047659691025</id><published>2005-06-12T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:27:56.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.wholeearthmag.com/ArticleBin/111-5.pdf</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111864047659691025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111864047659691025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111864047659691025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111864047659691025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpwww_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111863851563119484</id><published>2005-06-12T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:55:15.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.nydailynews.com/front/story/317296p-271224c.htmlhehehe....breathe easy boys, there's hope for all of you yet ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111863851563119484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111863851563119484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111863851563119484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111863851563119484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111821004613107306</id><published>2005-06-07T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:54:06.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my darling nimbus....nimbu kuti!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111821004613107306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111821004613107306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111821004613107306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111821004613107306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-darling-nimbus.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111777670578158300</id><published>2005-06-02T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:05:51.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is my darling kuti pa's birthday- and this is his present, a little brother.  introducing Nimbus 2005!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111777670578158300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111777670578158300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111777670578158300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111777670578158300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-is-my-darling-kuti-pas-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111761069571390076</id><published>2005-06-01T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:29:36.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel the need to write something...but i'm not sure what about. it's midnight, i have to get to work by 7 am, for which i have to wake up earlier still.and i'm tired.but i want to write- something, though i'm not sure what, so i'll keep typing and hopefully words will come and you, dear reader, will have another entry to comment about.here goesi listened to a lot of music tonight, and chatted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111761069571390076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111761069571390076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111761069571390076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111761069571390076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-need-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072422.post-111436835565355493</id><published>2005-05-28T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:08:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer reading listThe Namesake~ Jhumpa LahiriThe Interpreter of Maladies ~ Jhumpa LahiriA Suitable Boy ~ Vikram SethThe Golden Gate ~ Vikram SethGod of Small Things ~ Arundati RoyGood Omens ~  Neil Gaiman, Terri PratchettThe God Gene ~ Dean H. HamerThe Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time ~ Mark HaddonArrowsmith~ Sinclair LewisI suppose I'll share my experiences with each of these with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/feeds/111436835565355493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072422&amp;postID=111436835565355493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111436835565355493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072422/posts/default/111436835565355493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhu.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-reading-list-namesake-jhumpa.html' title=''/><author><name>Sound &amp;amp; Sense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17459190639510382449'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>