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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/VCYLkefU8UE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-22T08:56:25.302+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/11/coffee-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>walk!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/5tEQgox0W_E/walk.html</link><category>worth a dig</category><category>life</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:48:09 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-6372947150364390532</guid><description>Today was a beautiful day. Actually I could have ride&lt;br /&gt;my bike, if I had have (let) repaired the tires (they&lt;br /&gt;are mighty old - so, the back one is now broken). But&lt;br /&gt;I haven't! I'm considering to change the tires myself,&lt;br /&gt;but since I haven't even changed the inner tire once,&lt;br /&gt;I'm procrastinating it... But I felt I need exercise. I've&lt;br /&gt;been missing it since I couldn't ride my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4115322095/" title="seerhein by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2651/4115322095_36718daecd_b.jpg" width="340" alt="seerhein" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colorsnpatterns.blogspot.com/2009_11_18_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to the city on foot. I thought along the&lt;br /&gt;way. Thinking, that I didn't manage to turn my anger&lt;br /&gt;into something positive lately and how I let it used my&lt;br /&gt;energy up. Things haven't gone smooth the last days,&lt;br /&gt;but hey, they are here for something good, I think.&lt;br /&gt;There are some lessons I should learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I got a forwarded mail from a friend lately. I just&lt;br /&gt;looked up on google for the &lt;a href="http://www.reginabrett.com/"&gt;origin&lt;/a&gt; and found out, that&lt;br /&gt;some things are screwed up in the mail LOL&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm agree with most of &lt;a href="http://www.cleveland.com/brett/blog/index.ssf/2006/05/regina_bretts_45_life_lessons.html"&gt;her life lessons&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-6372947150364390532?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/5tEQgox0W_E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-18T23:48:09.062+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/11/walk.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>anger</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/b8B4MuunSno/anger.html</link><category>life</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 11:45:48 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-287738896762403006</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4103120025/" title="up in the sky by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2695/4103120025_2e75fce5c1_o.jpg" width="340" alt="up in the sky" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a short phone call could ruin my mood for&lt;br /&gt;a whole day. Like this noon. Afterwards I felt the urge&lt;br /&gt;to walk to calm me down instead of the cleaning I've&lt;br /&gt;aimed for this morning. So, I did. I went to the forest&lt;br /&gt;and walked around for about one and a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4103120479/" title="autumn leafs by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4103120479_26990677ff_o.jpg" width="340" alt="autumn leafs" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forest was inspiring as usual, but the walk couldn't&lt;br /&gt;really calm me down. I feel somehow really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!!! I'm considering to ignore any phone calls or even &lt;br /&gt;to unplug the telephone on my free weekends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-287738896762403006?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/6krWRBuD9yE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-15T11:54:50.497+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyQPb25vFlU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" length="955" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyQPb25vFlU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" fileSize="955" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>.. to his songs - that's what I'm doing the whole day while I'm working through my paper piles today. I love the oriental touch in his songs. This one makes me dreaming... </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>.. to his songs - that's what I'm doing the whole day while I'm working through my paper piles today. I love the oriental touch in his songs. This one makes me dreaming... </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>listening</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/11/listening.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>fish casserole</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/eBo73KUlneg/fish-casserole.html</link><category>food</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 14:44:18 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-7787309865759689926</guid><description>.. that's my meal for today :) My son never wants to eat&lt;br /&gt;fish, so I only cook fish, when I'm alone. Normally I'm&lt;br /&gt;pretty lazy and buy ready fish casserole, which I only&lt;br /&gt;have to put in the oven. But yesterday I've bought fresh&lt;br /&gt;pollock and created my own.  I buttered the casserole, put&lt;br /&gt;the fish in the casserole, salted, peppered, then covered&lt;br /&gt;with chopped garlic, mozzarella, tomato and onion cubes,&lt;br /&gt;some more salt, olive oil on top of it all and off in the oven&lt;br /&gt;until the mozzarella turns brown, spread some chopped&lt;br /&gt;parsley and chives afterwards and served it with rice.&lt;br /&gt;Yumm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4066183086/" title="fish casserole by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/4066183086_c9063bd5c6_o.jpg" width="340" alt="fish casserole" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, you had a great weekend. I'm wishing you a great&lt;br /&gt;start of the new week tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-7787309865759689926?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/eBo73KUlneg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T23:44:18.766+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/11/fish-casserole.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>what a day</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/myyXjy2mNoE/what-day.html</link><category>life</category><category>creating</category><category>etsy treasury</category><category>business</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:06:28 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-4200822051843718215</guid><description>It has been a busy week for me. It's school holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Because my boss is having a holiday too, I worked on&lt;br /&gt;the B&amp;amp;M store each day except for today. So, I thought&lt;br /&gt;my son could finally invite friends to play today and he&lt;br /&gt;did. Two of his friends were here the whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some fresh ice tea (green tea with lemon and&lt;br /&gt;sugar) for them. Since it was still hot (hot ice tea..&lt;br /&gt;funny :)), I served them in mugs. And since I only have&lt;br /&gt;some boring blue Ikea mugs, I needed something to&lt;br /&gt;mark them, so that the boys won't mix up their mugs.&lt;br /&gt;I then made wire tags with their initials to hang on the&lt;br /&gt;handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4058191509/" title="three by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2656/4058191509_b88d78b9a6_o.jpg" width="340" alt="three" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make some crepes for lunch, but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;have enough eggs. I decided to take the boys to the&lt;br /&gt;supermarket, as I didn't want them to do something&lt;br /&gt;crazy at home. So I sent them out of the door, I went&lt;br /&gt;out myself, closed the door, put my shoes on and...&lt;br /&gt;gosh! I didn't have any key in my pocket! Arrrghhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;Something must be wrong with me - I have never locked&lt;br /&gt;myself out of my apartment for the last 20 years and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it happened twice within a few weeks! And of&lt;br /&gt;course, I haven't deposited a second key to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I had to call the fire department *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was the bad part of the day. But! There was&lt;br /&gt;luckily also a good part of the day as well :) I got two&lt;br /&gt;sales and.. I was three times on &lt;a href="http://etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; front page today.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable!! That has never happened to me before..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6191383"&gt;moonovermaize&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5216490"&gt;3FUN&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5264699"&gt;joojoo&lt;/a&gt;! Also my&lt;br /&gt;big thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7647375"&gt;rawartletterpress&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5276294"&gt;felicitycrew&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7957531"&gt;joojooland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes, it's the talented &lt;a href="http://www.joojoo.me/"&gt;Afi&lt;/a&gt;, who runs &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5264699"&gt;joojoo&lt;/a&gt; and also the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://persiangarden.etsy.com/"&gt;PersianGarden&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7103990"&gt;Lori411&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6451358"&gt;slinkymalinkicat&lt;/a&gt;, who&lt;br /&gt;have brought my items to the front page in this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,.. and &lt;a href="http://papernstitch.com/shop/glasfaden"&gt;my showcase&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://papernstitch.com/"&gt;Paper 'n Stitch&lt;/a&gt; is up since&lt;br /&gt;last Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-4200822051843718215?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/myyXjy2mNoE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T01:06:28.003+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>i'm back</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/9TRzIPrNadM/im-back.html</link><category>choir</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 08:45:22 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-2715195825424753299</guid><description>..and am still exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4043363433/" title="choir weekend by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3490/4043363433_b67e80e2cb_b.jpg" width="340" alt="choir weekend" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we drove to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wildhaus"&gt;Wildhaus&lt;/a&gt; in rain (well, I did't&lt;br /&gt;care much - after not driving a car for at least 3 months,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it regardless of the weather). On Saturday&lt;br /&gt;we had a wonderful sunny day after the fog had gone.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday the morning was cloudy, the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;was sunny, but as we were on the road, the sky was&lt;br /&gt;getting darker the nearer we got to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Constance"&gt;Lake Constance&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;the rain had said farewell and welcomed us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4043363841/" title="choir weekend by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4043363841_17084db8f7_o.jpg" width="340" alt="choir weekend" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although compared to the last choir weekends it was&lt;br /&gt;a high emotional one, as always there was plenty of&lt;br /&gt;yummy food, laughters and of course also enough work&lt;br /&gt;in the kitchen, which was done in no time with many&lt;br /&gt;helping hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4044110134/" title="choir weekend by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2676/4044110134_d098836d1e_b.jpg" width="340" alt="choir weekend" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;a href="http://dezibella.net"&gt;we&lt;/a&gt; had a member, who could share some&lt;br /&gt;exercises of her kinesiology knowledge as a warm-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dezibella.net"&gt;We&lt;/a&gt; got a new song for &lt;a href="http://dezibella.net/index.php?inc=wann&amp;amp;&amp;amp;cat=wann"&gt;our next gigs&lt;/a&gt; (a tiny Christmas&lt;br /&gt;'tour' ;)), which we've finished learning in that time&lt;br /&gt;but still needs lots of fine tunings, of course.&lt;br /&gt;And as per usual I had lots of heat while singing - while&lt;br /&gt;the others had to wear pullovers and socks, I sat there&lt;br /&gt;barefoot in my T shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4044110444/" title="choir weekend by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/4044110444_54eb9de715_o.jpg" width="340" alt="choir weekend" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy was sometimes bored, but most of the time he&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed it. He was either spending his time with us singing&lt;br /&gt;and doing the exercises, helping in the kitchen, or busy&lt;br /&gt;on his own - playing with his game console, reading,&lt;br /&gt;tickling the girls or playing soccer with the choir director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, you've got a great weekend too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-2715195825424753299?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/9TRzIPrNadM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T16:45:22.764+01:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>changing</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/RWL04sRWENo/changing.html</link><category>food</category><category>business</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 04:04:28 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-7571307661692201575</guid><description>Changing weather, so I'm changing my banner too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5334346"&gt;My Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt; and here. Well, actually the reason was&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my banner folder, wanting to have the&lt;br /&gt;same one for &lt;a href="http://papernstitch.com/shop/glasfaden"&gt;PaperNStitch&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, for the first time in&lt;br /&gt;2 years I'm doing marketing outside &lt;a href="http://etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; - running&lt;br /&gt;from 10/27 to 11/22 (now that I finally have enough&lt;br /&gt;stuff in my shop ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm wandering.. back to the banner. Well, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;have a bigger version of the last banner. As I saw my&lt;br /&gt;very first banner (well, actually it's a pre-version of&lt;br /&gt;my very first banner on Etsy), I fell in love again with&lt;br /&gt;it. So, I decided to take it as my new banner. Icy cold&lt;br /&gt;is all that I can say ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's take a Hokkaido soup to get warm again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4031844360/" title="hokkaido soup by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/4031844360_e9728d31d7_o.jpg" width="340" alt="hokkaido soup" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make one? I can't give you an exact recipe - as&lt;br /&gt;you know, I never follow any. But these are in this&lt;br /&gt;soup: Hokkaido pumpkin, potato, onion, water, vegetable&lt;br /&gt;stock, cream, salt and pepper (pepper! Normally I never&lt;br /&gt;put it in pumpkin soup, but my son wanted it so and it&lt;br /&gt;tastes just great!). As decoration on the soup I have&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borage"&gt;borage&lt;/a&gt; flower, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiaogulan"&gt;Jiaogulan&lt;/a&gt; leaf and some chive. &lt;br /&gt;Guten Appetit! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-7571307661692201575?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/RWL04sRWENo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T13:04:28.092+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/changing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>t.t.t.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/w6zDdTk-7Vw/ttt.html</link><category>t.t.t.</category><category>drawing</category><category>portrait</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 05:45:56 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-6189386578196502015</guid><description>Two things I love today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4028548275/" title="t.t.t. by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/4028548275_33a68eda05_o.jpg" width="340" alt="t.t.t." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left: a ring, that is big enough at least to be worn on&lt;br /&gt;my forefinger. Shall I keep it or shall I list it? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;right: a stack of fabric I've bought this summer. All&lt;br /&gt;cotton or wool, except for the flowery one. I normally&lt;br /&gt;don't like poly fabric, but it looks so gorgeous, that I&lt;br /&gt;couldn't resist. They were all marked down, either rest&lt;br /&gt;pieces or sorted out. Hope, I have enough courage to&lt;br /&gt;sew myself something this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about winter.. is it also suddenly winter where&lt;br /&gt;you are? It's kind of crazy to have 7°C just after 17°C&lt;br /&gt;about two weeks ago.. (or was it three weeks ago? Time&lt;br /&gt;flies too fast, that I cannot keep up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4029317988/" title="from his view :) by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4029317988_2270e34094_o.jpg" width="340" alt="from his view :)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. three weeks ago my son told and showed me,&lt;br /&gt;how one of his friends always draws himself. I then asked&lt;br /&gt;him, how he would draw himself, and also, how he would&lt;br /&gt;draw me. These are the results. I was looking quite grim,&lt;br /&gt;eh? And he said, my glasses are because I'm sitting too&lt;br /&gt;much in front of my computer *nudge, nudge* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those shadows of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calamondin"&gt;Calamondin&lt;/a&gt; (which is blooming&lt;br /&gt;at the moment and those flowers have one of the best&lt;br /&gt;scent!). Oh, how I love autumn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-6189386578196502015?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/w6zDdTk-7Vw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T14:45:56.811+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/ttt.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>teal or not teal</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/qDyz9JAWAuY/teal-or-not-teal.html</link><category>lampworking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 10:48:15 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-2323046327660634267</guid><description>I mixed glass again yesterday. This time I got a better&lt;br /&gt;teal than yesterday. More blue rather than green. Also&lt;br /&gt;darker than the standard turquoise that I have. Not&lt;br /&gt;sure, I'm happy with it yet. I think, I still want it a tiny&lt;br /&gt;little bit darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4023150224/" title="teal or not teal by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2753/4023150224_a3e2b71284_o.jpg" width="340" alt="teal or not teal" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see on the right photo, the glass rods look so&lt;br /&gt;different than the finish beads. As rod they look rather&lt;br /&gt;transparent. Playing with the heat, it'll turn opaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing glass is a time consuming procedure, but I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;it - it's like a meditation :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-2323046327660634267?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/qDyz9JAWAuY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-18T19:48:15.105+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/teal-or-not-teal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>mixing</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/ruRDSOyTtuI/mixing.html</link><category>choir</category><category>lampworking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 23:40:46 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-1755551487356863273</guid><description>The last two days I've been mixing colors of my glass.&lt;br /&gt;The difficulty of mixing glass (at least as an unexperienced&lt;br /&gt;person as I am) is that you can't see the result immediately&lt;br /&gt;like mixing watercolors. And sometimes glass changes&lt;br /&gt;it's color depending on the heat, so even if you can see&lt;br /&gt;the color of the glass rod, you'll never know, how it&lt;br /&gt;comes out as a bead. Very tricky!&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I'm a creative chaotic person, so the&lt;br /&gt;result of my experiment is random. If I'm succeeded,&lt;br /&gt;then it would be some kind of one-of-a-kind color ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some color combos for my Trifiori necklace in&lt;br /&gt;mind, for which I e.g. don't have the right teal ready.&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried to mix it myself. On the first day I got&lt;br /&gt;dark blue with a hint of green (the darkest one you see&lt;br /&gt;on the photo) instead. Yesterday I got hm.. how should&lt;br /&gt;I call it.. dark mint? It's the flower bead on the middle.&lt;br /&gt;The color I have in mind should be a bit more blue than&lt;br /&gt;this. Somewhere between the three colors on the front&lt;br /&gt;left triangle. I'll continue mixing on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4014957344/" title="flowers by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/4014957344_dd2e7227e2_o.jpg" width="340" alt="flowers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of flower.. the &lt;a href="http://dezibella.net/"&gt;choir&lt;/a&gt; will have a tiny gig on the&lt;br /&gt;celebration of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suedkurier.de/region/kreis-konstanz/konstanz/Preise-fuer-Blumenfreunde;art372448,3985189"&gt;Constance in Flowers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;Four songs. I'm looking forward to it. Since I missed the&lt;br /&gt;choir session last Monday because of the parents-teacher&lt;br /&gt;meeting at school, it feels like I haven't been singing for&lt;br /&gt;ages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing you a Happy Weekend now, as I won't be&lt;br /&gt;online tomorrow. Ah, maybe tomorrow morning...&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I'll be able to grab a &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury_west.php"&gt;TWest&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to look forward to ^_^ &lt;a href="http://jkimages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jetty&lt;/a&gt; - one of my&lt;br /&gt;fave photographers on &lt;a href="http://etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; -, has listed two new prints&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5273958"&gt;her shop&lt;/a&gt; today. I tell you, I have two sketches ready&lt;br /&gt;with her &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32646162"&gt;caterpillar&lt;/a&gt; - SO inspiring, yes!! It'll be hard to&lt;br /&gt;pick one of them, as I just made &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list.php?room_id=87869"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury.php"&gt;main T&lt;/a&gt; this&lt;br /&gt;early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(edit: I did &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury_list_west.php?room_id=72032"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; - just in case you're curious ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. have a great weekend, my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-1755551487356863273?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/ruRDSOyTtuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T08:40:46.750+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/mixing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>the truth</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/F0dlX4Apay4/truth.html</link><category>etsy listing</category><category>backstage</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:32:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-6789521674793081889</guid><description>Do you wanna know the truth the reason why I've chosen&lt;br /&gt;yellow for &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32495465"&gt;this necklace&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/4008120880/" title="glowing current by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2586/4008120880_3acb192ec6_o.jpg" width="340" alt="glowing current" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,.. I've picked the wrong glass rod - that easy LOL&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was light green. On fire finally I realized,&lt;br /&gt;I got the 'wrong' color. But 'coincidence' can be so&lt;br /&gt;lucky - I'm really loving this electrifying yellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-6789521674793081889?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/F0dlX4Apay4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T21:32:07.858+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>a dance</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/5VwoCrm0I2E/dance.html</link><category>local scene</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 07:31:03 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-5314056558218253699</guid><description>I've uploaded some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/glasfaden"&gt;more videos&lt;/a&gt; of the Indonesian&lt;br /&gt;Night on YouTube. This one is my favorite dance ever&lt;br /&gt;since I was a child. It's called Tari Saman, originally&lt;br /&gt;from Aceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8Xo_l4raB4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8Xo_l4raB4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-5314056558218253699?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/5VwoCrm0I2E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-11T16:31:03.281+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8Xo_l4raB4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" length="990" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8Xo_l4raB4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" fileSize="990" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>I've uploaded some more videos of the Indonesian Night on YouTube. This one is my favorite dance ever since I was a child. It's called Tari Saman, originally from Aceh. </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>I've uploaded some more videos of the Indonesian Night on YouTube. This one is my favorite dance ever since I was a child. It's called Tari Saman, originally from Aceh. </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>local scene</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>a medley</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/rvYq0KKrrWU/medley.html</link><category>music</category><category>local scene</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 03:58:40 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-6675171662579252864</guid><description>After hesitating for a while, I finally made an account&lt;br /&gt;on YouTube. I'm not a video maker and my equipment&lt;br /&gt;is pretty poor (it's only my digital camera with low res).&lt;br /&gt;But I want to share some highlights of the Malam&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia (Indonesian Night) with others, as I think,&lt;br /&gt;the students, their tutors and all other participants&lt;br /&gt;have done a fabulous work in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first video I've uploaded. It's the final medley&lt;br /&gt;of Sigulempong (Nord Sumatra) and Yamko Rambe Yamko&lt;br /&gt;(Papua). I've missed a bit of the beginning, but I hope&lt;br /&gt;you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsF93TLCzm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsF93TLCzm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-6675171662579252864?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/rvYq0KKrrWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-10T12:58:40.132+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsF93TLCzm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" length="958" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsF93TLCzm4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" fileSize="958" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>After hesitating for a while, I finally made an account on YouTube. I'm not a video maker and my equipment is pretty poor (it's only my digital camera with low res). But I want to share some highlights of the Malam Indonesia (Indonesian Night) with others</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>After hesitating for a while, I finally made an account on YouTube. I'm not a video maker and my equipment is pretty poor (it's only my digital camera with low res). But I want to share some highlights of the Malam Indonesia (Indonesian Night) with others, as I think, the students, their tutors and all other participants have done a fabulous work in a short time. This is the first video I've uploaded. It's the final medley of Sigulempong (Nord Sumatra) and Yamko Rambe Yamko (Papua). I've missed a bit of the beginning, but I hope you enjoy. Happy weekend to you!</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>music, local scene</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/medley.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>rock garden</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/WIGzUoC11mw/rock-garden.html</link><category>rock garden collection</category><category>creating</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 12:50:08 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-135193315244459376</guid><description>I haven't given my collection a name. I've been thinking &lt;br /&gt;of "stacking stones" or simply "stacked", but then it &lt;br /&gt;won't really suit for the ring, as it's not stacked (yet ;)). &lt;br /&gt;But last night "rock garden" came across my mind. I think, &lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first batch of my collection all together till&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. More are coming each day (when I come to &lt;br /&gt;torching). I told you, I LOVE this collection :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3994251171/" title="all together by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2206/3994251171_2911c83806_o.jpg" width="340" alt="all together" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, the rain will stop and the sun will comes out again&lt;br /&gt;over the weekend, as I haven't photograph all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing you a nice weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-135193315244459376?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/WIGzUoC11mw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-11T21:50:08.643+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/rock-garden.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>unbelievable..</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/oLACRqPIBQM/unbelievable.html</link><category>etsy listing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 04:30:20 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-851707949923949892</guid><description>.. that my shop &lt;strike&gt;has now&lt;/strike&gt; had two pages (&lt;strike&gt;well, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;will last not too long, as two items are reserved ;) &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank&lt;br /&gt;you for your support, Jacqueline!&lt;/span&gt;)!! Some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://estshopcatalog.blogspot.com/2008/02/est-member-blog-list.html"&gt;EuropeanStreetTeam members&lt;/a&gt; must still&lt;br /&gt;remember the time, when it was "the shop with only one&lt;br /&gt;item" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32248930"&gt;listed&lt;/a&gt; a glass ring this morning. My kind of ring&lt;br /&gt;- bold and simple. If only I had a bigger mandrel, I'd&lt;br /&gt;make one for myself to be worn on my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3991824711/" title="river flow by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3991824711_84bb98b87d_o.jpg" width="340" alt="river flow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-851707949923949892?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/oLACRqPIBQM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-08T13:30:20.331+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/unbelievable.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>clear water</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/8FnA9a6EE2w/clear-water.html</link><category>etsy listing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 12:42:15 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-1362782295363349915</guid><description>My new collection is about simplicity and imperfection -&lt;br /&gt;a homage to nature and also to show my love to transparent&lt;br /&gt;glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3991071644/" title="clear water by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3430/3991071644_400ac983f3_o.jpg" width="340" alt="clear water" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first necklace, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=32188502"&gt;Clear Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, is now in &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5334346"&gt;my shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be listing more the next days. Stay tuned :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-1362782295363349915?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/8FnA9a6EE2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T21:42:15.634+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/clear-water.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>new beads</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/fZr1jF7NWK4/new-beads.html</link><category>lampworking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 08:43:37 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-7098841274464630392</guid><description>This is a sneak peak of the new beads for my new jewelry&lt;br /&gt;line (I really, really love the collection - I can hardly&lt;br /&gt;wait to show them to you ^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3984344218/" title="new beads by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/3984344218_5c965dda9a_o.jpg" width="340" alt="new beads" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start listing them this week (but I better not promise&lt;br /&gt;anything, as the weather is not on my side to take good&lt;br /&gt;photos today.. I hope for a better one tomorrow). So,&lt;br /&gt;just stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-7098841274464630392?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/fZr1jF7NWK4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T17:43:37.856+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-beads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>guilty feelings</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/HWntYDBQ9yU/guilty-feelings.html</link><category>life</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 01:02:32 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-8928073527239783169</guid><description>On Saturday evening I went to pick up my son from his &lt;br /&gt;father to go with him to an Indonesian event. Luckily &lt;br /&gt;I went there early enough, so that I met them on the &lt;br /&gt;way (well, they were on their way to me at home - a&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding -, but they noticed me from the car &lt;br /&gt;and called me, while I was per usual going with my &lt;br /&gt;invisible blinker on, too busy with my own thoughts..). &lt;br /&gt;So, my son jumped out of the car and we made our way &lt;br /&gt;to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got there, we must wait on the barrier until&lt;br /&gt;the train passed. There was a neat old lady in a red &lt;br /&gt;jacket, looking a bit confused, as if she wanted to go &lt;br /&gt;down the busy street. But then she turned over, picked &lt;br /&gt;out a piece of paper of her handbag and asked a cyclist&lt;br /&gt;in front of us, either she would be able to catch the &lt;br /&gt;train and showed him the paper. He said, she just missed &lt;br /&gt;her train a few minutes ago, and suggested her to go to &lt;br /&gt;the station and ask them for another train connection. &lt;br /&gt;The barrier was opening, we passed the railroad crossing &lt;br /&gt;and went into the building to buy our tickets. But then, &lt;br /&gt;we were half an hour too early. The counter would be open&lt;br /&gt;at 6 o'clock, so we couldn't buy the tickets yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to look for the lady again. I have half an hour&lt;br /&gt;to keep her accompany to the train station, which is not&lt;br /&gt;far from there. She was still standing on the crossing,&lt;br /&gt;asking other people for help. I went to her and offered &lt;br /&gt;her my help. She was relieved, thanked me and walked&lt;br /&gt;with me to the station (my son followed us slowly a few&lt;br /&gt;steps back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I took a look on that piece of paper she had &lt;br /&gt;shown the cyclist before. I saw, it's a connection to &lt;br /&gt;Lugano, printed today. She had even two connections.&lt;br /&gt;She had missed the first one, but the other one she &lt;br /&gt;will make it. I then asked her, either she already had &lt;br /&gt;a ticket, as we could then take a shorter way to go &lt;br /&gt;directly to the track. She opened her handbag, took out &lt;br /&gt;her wallet, which was empty except of three papers - a &lt;br /&gt;play card (it looked like a card from a memory game to &lt;br /&gt;me), an insurance card (I should have take a better look &lt;br /&gt;of the name on it and the name of the company *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;first mistake) and one more thing, which I don't remember &lt;br /&gt;anymore (a photo or something else). No bank card, no &lt;br /&gt;money. She was baffled (me too!) and stopped to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her, either she has relatives or friends here &lt;br /&gt;in Constance - no, she said, she came far, far away from &lt;br /&gt;up north (later she mentioned &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travem%C3%BCnde"&gt;Travemünde&lt;/a&gt;, which is almost &lt;br /&gt;on the most northern border of Germany - I wondered, how &lt;br /&gt;she got here, but I didn't ask.. second mistake). I &lt;br /&gt;suddenly felt helpless, didn't know what to do next. I &lt;br /&gt;decided to take her to the information counter on the &lt;br /&gt;station (in front of the station a police car was parked, &lt;br /&gt;but nobody was there *sigh*), without knowing exactly what &lt;br /&gt;should happen next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got there, the Chinese looking man at the&lt;br /&gt;counter started to talked impatiently to the lady, saying&lt;br /&gt;"I've given you the two connections, so that if you miss&lt;br /&gt;the one, you could still take the other one, which will &lt;br /&gt;be leaving in ten minutes. Go there!" I told him, she&lt;br /&gt;doesn't have a ticket. He answered me, she just have to&lt;br /&gt;go into that train. I (didn't want to speak to them in &lt;br /&gt;front of her) showed her the underpass and went back to &lt;br /&gt;the counter. I told both of them, that I thought, she is &lt;br /&gt;confused, don't have a ticket nor money with her. The &lt;br /&gt;same man answered me, they can do nothing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood started to boil. They got a phone, they need &lt;br /&gt;only to call a police or ask anybody else, there were no &lt;br /&gt;customers waiting - so how could they just sit there and &lt;br /&gt;say, they could do nothing?!! I yelled at him "You could&lt;br /&gt;call a police!" and ran out again, looked, where the lady &lt;br /&gt;was (she didn't went to the underpass, but went nearly &lt;br /&gt;the Swiss station and was asking a man again), I went &lt;br /&gt;to the other side to see, either the police is now in the &lt;br /&gt;car (nope). Again, I felt helpless. Then I remember there &lt;br /&gt;should be kind of a shelter service on the back of the &lt;br /&gt;station normally and went to the back side. It was closed &lt;br /&gt;early today, as it is the German Unity Day (but maybe it &lt;br /&gt;was a service room for something else and I just didn't &lt;br /&gt;look properly..). I wanted to go look for the police once &lt;br /&gt;again, as the man from the counter went towards me and &lt;br /&gt;told me, if I want to help her, then I should took her &lt;br /&gt;to the train, and that she is a Swiss citizen, so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;should take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I couldn't think clearly anymore. I'm worried about&lt;br /&gt;the lady (pretty odd, as I don't know her at all and don't &lt;br /&gt;know, either she told me a fairy tale or not..) and I don't&lt;br /&gt;know, how to help her - that made me insane! His statement&lt;br /&gt;is not the same as hers (she is not from Switzerland according&lt;br /&gt;to her statement before. Third mistake. My head felt fuzzy!). &lt;br /&gt;I went to her (she was in the station again, talking to some &lt;br /&gt;women) and told her, I'll bring her to her train. She followed &lt;br /&gt;me. As we got there, I told her to go in and take a sit (she &lt;br /&gt;asked me, either I come with her - I said, no, the train will &lt;br /&gt;start soon and I have to go). Then I went to the conductor and &lt;br /&gt;told him the story in a short version (a lady in red jacket &lt;br /&gt;wants to go to Lugano, no tickets nor money, seems confused&lt;br /&gt;and she now sits in his train). He looked at me with a big &lt;br /&gt;questioning mark on his face, but politely answered me, that &lt;br /&gt;he'd noticed it and will look for her. So, I left. I took a &lt;br /&gt;last look through the windows, either she's sitting there &lt;br /&gt;somewhere (yes, she was) and I left with my boy and went to &lt;br /&gt;the event (it was already 6:08 pm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I feel guilty. I took an action, but I didn't follow my&lt;br /&gt;instinct till the end. She didn't speak confused, but in one&lt;br /&gt;or another way, I believed she was. I should have insist, that &lt;br /&gt;those men on the counter call a police for help. She could &lt;br /&gt;have been missed somewhere.. But maybe I've just watched too &lt;br /&gt;much movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I hope, she's doing well, where ever she is now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-8928073527239783169?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/HWntYDBQ9yU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T10:02:32.769+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/10/guilty-feelings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>missing</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/obxg3wDD6Sc/missing.html</link><category>life</category><category>food</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 18:15:41 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-2254130920824314252</guid><description>As I was editing the photos for my last post, I've been&lt;br /&gt;missing some photos of the whole week before. Then&lt;br /&gt;I realized, I've set the date of my camera wrong - I&lt;br /&gt;was a week behind! Just now I've found them again,&lt;br /&gt;but now I don't remember, when which has happened&lt;br /&gt;- duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5362250"&gt;A friend&lt;/a&gt; has mentioned spaghetti made of zucchini in&lt;br /&gt;her mail, as we were talking about zucchini recipes&lt;br /&gt;(she got &lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/greenliving/dark-chocolate-zucchini-cake.html"&gt;another recipe&lt;/a&gt;, which I have to try one day).&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://www.living-foods.com/marketplace/spiralo.html"&gt;Spiralo&lt;/a&gt;, which I've got as a&lt;br /&gt;present a while ago and was never been used. So, a&lt;br /&gt;few days later I've made some zughetti with a very&lt;br /&gt;simple cheese sauce. My boy normally doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;cheese sauce, but with the zucchini  he did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3954606136/" title="zughetti by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/3954606136_9a64c4b4e4_o.jpg" alt="zughetti" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found a peacock butterfly was sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;window, which I left open when I went to work. I love&lt;br /&gt;the texture on it's closed wings (but, eek! - high time&lt;br /&gt;to clean my window, I suppose..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3954606254/" title="a visit by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2448/3954606254_3ee930a4da_o.jpg" alt="a visit" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-2254130920824314252?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/obxg3wDD6Sc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T03:15:41.128+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>nostalgic</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/ldG-WalYvKo/nostalgic.html</link><category>life</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:05:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-5608146004425836196</guid><description>Last week I've watched my boy and his class preparing&lt;br /&gt;the performance for the first-graders several times.&lt;br /&gt;Each of the them got a role either as an alphabet or as&lt;br /&gt;a person at the school (it's a combined  class of 2nd and&lt;br /&gt;4th grade, so only the forth grade pupils got the speaking&lt;br /&gt;roles). My son danced the sock dance (he was really good&lt;br /&gt;in those difficult steps), played the role of the janitor and&lt;br /&gt;an alphabet (he told me, he loved to play theater).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3942276169/" title="saturday by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3942276169_602b8ae905_o.jpg" alt="saturday" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the big day for both sides, the first-graders&lt;br /&gt;and for my boy and his class. It was a great success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3942276177/" title="saturday by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/3942276177_9437f81260_o.jpg" alt="saturday" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching them, I had to think, how fast time&lt;br /&gt;flies. Just three years ago my son was the one, who sat&lt;br /&gt;on the bench with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schultüte&lt;/span&gt; (a large cone field with&lt;br /&gt;sweets and other goodies for the first day at school) and&lt;br /&gt;satchel as a first-grader. Now he's one of the oldest at&lt;br /&gt;school and this time by next year he'll be at the secondary&lt;br /&gt;school already. Time flies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-5608146004425836196?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/ldG-WalYvKo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T02:05:05.968+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostalgic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>what's up</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/K0J9CGs8FU8/school-has-started-second-week-of-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 01:03:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-5430305664633789845</guid><description>School has started the second week of the new year,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm juggling with the daily grind. In addition to it all&lt;br /&gt;the divorce process is now on going (it's not a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;as I knew this is where it would end since the first day&lt;br /&gt;of our seperated living 5.5 years ago, yet it still bugs&lt;br /&gt;my mind). So, even more paper war and appointments&lt;br /&gt;to arrange. I never like appointments with lawyers nor&lt;br /&gt;the feeling 'I have to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt; for my right', but I'll no longer&lt;br /&gt;take it easy about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3928538718/" title="our last zucchinis by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2510/3928538718_b7b48a363a_o.jpg" width="340" alt="our last zucchinis" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, the weather has changed. It's getting colder.&lt;br /&gt;In the garden the mildew was about to spread all over.&lt;br /&gt;The zucchini plants were covered with the white powdery&lt;br /&gt;thing, got yellow leafs and so on, so I've decided to do&lt;br /&gt;our last crop and throw plants away before the mildew&lt;br /&gt;spreads to other plants. The zucchinis are still small&lt;br /&gt;this time and there are some flowers I can use too, so&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to make tempura - yummm.. we LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Japanese food! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the studio I'm experimenting for something new. You&lt;br /&gt;can see part of the experiment on the photo below. The &lt;br /&gt;ideas are still a very intangible. I have to see, what &lt;br /&gt;is possible, what not. Our dining table is already&lt;br /&gt;half-covered again with my experiments, yet no end&lt;br /&gt;in sight.. (well, sometimes it takes me years to turn my&lt;br /&gt;ideas into something real). On the other side, I always&lt;br /&gt;managed to make some beads for my trifiori necklace,&lt;br /&gt;so that I can stock up my shop. I hope to pick up felting&lt;br /&gt;again soon - now, that it's not so hot anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I also have to think seriously about making a light box,&lt;br /&gt;as it's getting darker each day - even in the brightest&lt;br /&gt;room (my studio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3928538612/" title="experimenting by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3928538612_bddcca8093_o.jpg" width="340" alt="experimenting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right of the photo above you can see some crystals, &lt;br /&gt;which I've found on the bottom of the plastic mug after &lt;br /&gt;I pour my etch liquid back into the jar. I have to admit, &lt;br /&gt;I left it the liquid open in the mug for a few days, so I &lt;br /&gt;don't know either this is normal or not (I never look into&lt;br /&gt;the jar). I love the structure in there. Wish, I have a &lt;br /&gt;microscope - I'm in the mood to dig microbiology at the &lt;br /&gt;moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-5430305664633789845?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/K0J9CGs8FU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-17T10:03:57.639+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-has-started-second-week-of-new.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>inspired</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/swpB6RTKt9k/inspired.html</link><category>face</category><category>portrait</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 10:28:50 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-7201202169184388189</guid><description>Have you ever thought, that what you are doing is&lt;br /&gt;kind of useless? Well, I do that often. So  did I this&lt;br /&gt;morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn again to sweep the court yart etc. It&lt;br /&gt;was still windy. So, I was asking myself either I really&lt;br /&gt;should sweep all the leaves away - new ones would&lt;br /&gt;come by while I was sweeping... I've decided to do it&lt;br /&gt;anyway (and I don't regret it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view when I was going downstairs was not so&lt;br /&gt;pleasing. It has been storming and raining nearly&lt;br /&gt;the whole evening  yesterday. So, leaves, petals, pods&lt;br /&gt;and more were lying all around. But then, it's all about&lt;br /&gt;finding those small  things in our life to make it more&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, right? Time to open my eyes for those&lt;br /&gt;beauties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3889384607/" title="nature gifts by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3889384607_92b5d7d21d_o.jpg" width="340" alt="nature gifts" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of those 'nature junks' on the steps are so&lt;br /&gt;brilliant and inspiring.  I've saved some of them while&lt;br /&gt;I was sweeping. As I was finished, I took them upstairs&lt;br /&gt;and started to arrange them on a blank canvas (which&lt;br /&gt;I've bought years ago and never managed to take my&lt;br /&gt;time to paint on it). A tiny caterpillar (as well as some&lt;br /&gt;other tiny creatures) was hiding in one of the buds and&lt;br /&gt;I saw it later on my arrangement. It took it's way to a&lt;br /&gt;twig and stay there till I was finished with my photo&lt;br /&gt;session (I hope, it didn't get too dizzy while I moved&lt;br /&gt;the twig around).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3890245060/" title="arranged by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3890245060_b3669e79ed_o.jpg" width="340" alt="arranged" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first arrangement. I'm thinking of selling&lt;br /&gt;some of my photographs, so I'm gathering photos I&lt;br /&gt;love at the moment and thinking, how I'd print them.&lt;br /&gt;But that's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this arrangement has inspired me to the next&lt;br /&gt;one (you might remember, that I keep seeing &lt;a href="http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/search/label/face"&gt;faces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever I look around). I've rearranged the things a&lt;br /&gt;few times until I'm satisfied with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the last arrangement (even though the pod&lt;br /&gt;was falling apart..). It's kind of a self portrait, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, but I see me (with my old, big glasses LOL).&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit, she looks prettier than I ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3890245182/" title="self portrait? by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3890245182_4f6540434c_o.jpg" width="340" alt="self portrait?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvgZkm1xWPE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/a&gt; and more  is running on the background&lt;br /&gt;while I was arranging the troves. Of course :) I got it from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coldplay.com"&gt;their&lt;/a&gt; site &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/lrlrl/lr.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - the live version, kind of best of album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's stay inspired, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-7201202169184388189?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/glasfaden/~4/swpB6RTKt9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T19:28:50.766+02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://glasfaden.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspired.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>wolfsblood</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/glasfaden/~3/2SiTyOAzyqM/wolfsblood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (glasfaden)</author><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 01:07:25 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136872826050056370.post-8516870700080345521</guid><description>No full moon, yet I couldn't sleep - something was in the air, the moon has been calling for me... - it must be my wolf's blood :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/glasfaden/3888567673/" title="wolfsblood by glasfaden, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3888567673_19c2212f9d_o.jpg" alt="wolfsblood" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left: 12:21am CEST, right: 04:26am CEST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7136872826050056370-8516870700080345521?l=glasfaden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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