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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 05:06:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>romance</category><category>currently digging</category><category>manifesto</category><category>halloween</category><category>baby the stars shine bright</category><category>icons</category><category>video games</category><category>contests</category><category>parties</category><category>books</category><category>politics</category><category>carnivals</category><category>shopping</category><category>book club</category><category>how to</category><category>music</category><category>personalities</category><category>art</category><category>commentary</category><category>style sheet</category><category>photos</category><category>inspiration</category><category>fashion</category><category>cocoa book club</category><category>lolita</category><category>life</category><category>style</category><category>lifestyle</category><category>cocoa</category><category>gifts</category><category>wishes</category><category>dress up</category><category>tips</category><category>awards</category><category>quotes</category><category>bento</category><category>guides</category><category>new age</category><category>beauty</category><category>stories</category><category>recipes</category><category>daily outfit</category><category>self-help</category><category>listography</category><title>Cocoa</title><description /><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/penelopebat" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="penelopebat" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">penelopebat</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-2593065037857258909</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-19T18:59:11.385-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new age</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personalities</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">style</category><title>Tarot Girls: The Major Arcana</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SNBYH_fQ54I/AAAAAAAAALI/7KtweHN39PY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SNBYH_fQ54I/AAAAAAAAALI/7KtweHN39PY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246790460211521410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/lilly1975/2216702031/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lilly1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone seems to have their own interpretation of tarot cards. Something about those little pieces of paper seems so mystical, so omnipotent, and every card seems to have a life all of its own. Some cards are tiny girls with swords unsheathed, some are boys with electric manes like lions - nevertheless, these seemingly harmless cards can be potent parts of our lives; fortune tellers and iconic figures. They can be girls and boys who we know and recognize - maybe best friends, maybe strangers; they can be ourselves - and whether we lay out ancient spreads every morning or play "pick-a-card" with our baby niece, tarot cards can spill their secrets to those willing to listen. Each card has a life of its own, and through this on-going series here on Cocoa I'll share what each card says to me in lullaby highs and hushed lows. This is the story that the Major Arcana tells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/fool/set?.embedder=247580&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3608440"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="The Fool" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjdIWjN0OVRoM1JHdWg3SUhZMk5TWGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="The Fool" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- A daydreamer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Full of potential and possibility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Almost blind to impending dangers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Childlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Optimistic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Naive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emily believed that the absolute best way to calm a charm bracelet of jittery nerves was with a big bowl of chocolate gelato and a night spent whizzing around the nearest roller rink. The gelato wasn't hard to find - there were tiny gelaterie everywhere, boasting spectacular names like "Michaelangelo's" or "La Dolce Vita", tucked away in the sullen corners of sleepy city streets. The roller rink, though - that was a whole different story. In this glorious age of twenty first century thrills and chills, she found that most folks had long ago traded in childhood classics like roller rinks and ice skating for more the age-appropriate pursuits of Blackberries and pub crawls. While other women her age spent their weekends picking out Yves Saint Laurent lipstick in deep raspberry shades, she sucked down ballerina pink cherry sodas and gazed dreamily at glossy magazines, transfixed by the fizzing whirlwind of electric color. She realized that in this ever-changing marquee of a city, even children weren't allowed the luxury of childhood - it seemed as though everyone had already grown up before they even had the chance to be foolish and wild. Staring wide-eyed at her favorite childhood roller-rink, plywood nailed to the doors and neon spray-painted pictures of high-rises and superheroes thrown across the walls, Emily vowed that she would never fall victim to the disease that is adulthood. With one hand on her magazine and another over her heart, she swore to swing through the childhood that, much like her favorite roller rink, everyone else had abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Magician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3639536"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://img.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFk12NElZa0tFM1JHZXRhXzRsa0plTXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="The Magician" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3639536"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Self-confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Powerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Skillful/talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Provides the tools for change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Smooth-talker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Open/revealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The very first trick Kate learned, at the all-grown-up age of eleven and a half, was to make a coin disappear. After French lessons and piano practice and college level calculus taught by a charmingly tousled tutor - a sweetly awkward English twenty-something to whom Kate felt superior to in every way - he would lead her out onto the peppermint-scented lawn for a lunch of mushroom pate and warm baguettes and pineapple salad and chocolate mint eclairs and, between the rows of honeysuckle and baby's breath, he would show her magic. He palmed coins and produced scarves and turned cards into flowers, and deep down inside, rumbling with the aftershocks of not fully understanding something for once in her life, Kate burned to do the same. Her head, with its world-class education and radiant sharpness, purred that these simple parlor tricks were child's play and could be deconstructed into their smallest parts, and so snuck quietly to her room, her tutor's coin in hand, and practiced until the sky darkened and her hands ached. After the next morning's Mandarin and classic literature and viola lessons in the parlor, she pulled the coin from her dress and, like a seasoned magician gracing a crowd with mysteriously foreplay, waved her hands until the coin shimmered out of existence. Her tutor, a glint of pride in his eyes, clapped politely, but it wasn't until he began searching for his coin (of which he assumed she had palmed or slipped into her sock the way children often do) that true confusion began to set in. Opening the piano seat, peeking behind keys, plucking at each taut string until they confirmed, with a polite D, F, or G minor, that the coin was not there, he turned his gaze on her and demanded the coin. I made it disappear, she declared, smoothing out her dress - isn't that the trick? The coin, by now most likely tarnished by age, was never found, and even Kate can't quite account for the items that she makes disappear. All she knows now, standing on stages and in front of tail-coated gentry, is that she found her magic, and no textbook could ever teach her the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The High Priestess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3639994"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=3639994"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://img.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmZuZmJ4a1dFM1JHOC14WEJsa0plTXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="The High Priestess" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Omniscient &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - Psychic powers (intuition and secret knowledge) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Secretive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Eccentric &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Insightful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sadie was a curbside prophet, a Saturday-morning dreamer who spent every weekend exploring the city that she loved like a first-time lover. She would wander barefoot through farmers markets that blocked off entire roads and come home with funny hats and bohemian scarves and vegetables still wet with morning dew. She would watch passion plays in the park and sing along with every musician she passed, beating with them on bongos or slapping at her thighs. She bought tickets to independent movies playing at theatres no bigger than her flat, only to give them away to strangers on the street right before showtime just so she could stand under the marquee and its hundred-year-old bulbs and watch the crowds rush in. At night, she would swing through cafes that seemed aglow with dim electric light, sipping cafe au laits and holding existential conversations with complete strangers, only to slip out quietly when they weren't looking and do it all again somewhere new so that when they turned back around they could only wonder if she was there, with her wild hair and crow-black eyes, or if she was just a strange and wonderful dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/tarot-girls-major-arcana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SNBYH_fQ54I/AAAAAAAAALI/7KtweHN39PY/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-9171752296681596032</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-15T10:12:57.576-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">style sheet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">style</category><title>Style Sheet - Anarchy in the USA</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S00adYiIwqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QzuS6TFe0E0/s1600-h/1003pistols_wideweb__470x324,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S00adYiIwqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QzuS6TFe0E0/s400/1003pistols_wideweb__470x324,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022218155475618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, my awkward pre-teen years were spotted with 12-inch singles, ripped jeans, and a ritual twelve-am howling of my favorite Clash song. Yes, through those early identity crises that we all go through I was a tried and true punker, shearing apart leopard print skirts and sporting combat boots, a practice which I'm sure confounded my peers who associated punk rock with Hot Topic and Good Charlotte not anarchy and an abundance of plaid. Despite my frilly, silly wardrobe today, I'm still a punker at heart who can slam dance with the best of them, and in celebration of the movement that rocked the UK to the USA and beyond, this week's style sheet is all about the underbelly of rock-'n'-roll itself - punk rock!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S04JxVWVM7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/OQzbvz5SCtI/s1600-h/29017507.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S04JxVWVM7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/OQzbvz5SCtI/s320/29017507.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426285344177075122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tank Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing says anarchy quite like the chain-smoking, butt-kicking, counter culture diva herself - the epitome of rock and roll and the only girl who can handle a gun so large that it occupies three different counties, Miss Tank Girl. The brainchild of Jamie Hewlett (of Gorillaz fame) and Alan Martin, Tank Girl has been breakin' backs and taking names since the 1980's, but her comics are still floating around today in the form of both compilations of the original strip and a completely new mini-series by different artists all sharing a love for the sharp-tongued mistress of punk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where to buy: &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?r=1&amp;amp;ISBN=9781845767570&amp;amp;ourl=Tank%2DGirl%2D1%2FAlan%2DC%2DMartin&amp;amp;cm_mmc=Google%20Product%20Search-_-Q000000630-_-Tank%20Girl%201-_-9781845767570"&gt;Barnes&amp;amp;Noble.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S08_mPY_gVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/iJ7W8njYuAg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S08_mPY_gVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/iJ7W8njYuAg/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426626002203672914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Hellcatpunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;What's a punk rocker without a leather jacket? Without combat boots or ripped tees or a lifetime supply of safety pins? This unique rock'n'roll clothing brand delivers all that and much more to both budding delinquents and seasoned rockers with an abundance of buckles, straps, and, of course, plaid. Perfect for those who dig the classier grunge look of "High Punk", Hellcatpunks will have you slam dancing and rock-n-rolling and giving the whole world the middle finger with a great big dollop of style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where to buy:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&amp;amp;sl=ja&amp;amp;u=http://www.hellcatpunks.com/&amp;amp;ei=8glOS9LEBtKVtgehx63iDA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=translate&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CAwQ7gEwAA&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dhellcatpunks%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den"&gt;Hellcatpunks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S00d2HIfGzI/AAAAAAAAAao/xPNSr0u4tbI/s1600-h/The%2BToy%2BDolls.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S00d2HIfGzI/AAAAAAAAAao/xPNSr0u4tbI/s320/The%2BToy%2BDolls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426025941516098354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The Toy Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Think you know what "classic" punk rock is? Think again. These guys have been around since the dawn of the punk movement all the way back in the 70's, and they're still rockin' today! Churning out album upon album of silly but undeniably punky tunes about everything from a brilliant circus elephant to suburbanites who can't stop watching Dynasty, The Toy Dolls make punk seem like, quite literally, child's play! (After all, nothing says punk rock like falsetto tunes and kazoos!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where to buy: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ssc_1_13?url=search-alias%3Dpopular&amp;amp;field-keywords=the+toy+dolls&amp;amp;sprefix=the+toy+dolls"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S03MrH7PpJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/G_qjFCNuvhg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S03MrH7PpJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/G_qjFCNuvhg/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426218167285294226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Lolita No. 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Taking the idea of a typical punk band and turning it on its head, this all-girl Japanese ensemble rocks out with the best of them and gives punk a kitschy flair that'll shake and shimmy and sway even the toughest of punks. Covering classics like "Rockaway Beach" and "Dig That Groove Baby" in swingin' sandpaper voices, Lolita No. 18 gives the "girl band" concept a face lift, complete with nose piercing and safety pin lip ring. You'll never think of punk rock the same way again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where to buy: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lolita-No.-18/e/B001LHN6WK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_3?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1263405240&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrdz5h2irw0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrdz5h2irw0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Penelope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/style-sheet-anarchy-in-usa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S00adYiIwqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QzuS6TFe0E0/s72-c/1003pistols_wideweb__470x324,0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-1068306347057064532</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-11T10:14:10.865-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">currently digging</category><title>Currently Digging</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0s-HPr8J3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UuvJnQYPqtg/s1600-h/Digging+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0s-HPr8J3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UuvJnQYPqtg/s400/Digging+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425498470288729970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbylanes/3382876349/"&gt;Tint of pink&lt;/a&gt; ♥ &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/xdesx/3779302944/"&gt;10 things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I've &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; been in love with Rocky Horror - ever since I was a wee thirteeny bopper and my mother drove my best friend and I down to Miami to see a showing of it at the unheard of hour of midnight. It was playing at a little rickety theatre that had floors waxy with popcorn butter and seats that could gobble you up, but we were mesmerized by it none the less, with its throng of people in costume loitering outside the doors and sign that proclaimed in huge ink-blot letters "Rocky Horror Tonite". We stood under the marquee and wiggled with joy, running in and out of the crowd of Brad Majors' and Frank N. Furters, and laughed through the entire show, having no idea what a callback or audience participation was but loving them nonetheless. We watched as the local cast strutted in front of the screen, wearing lingerie and silly wigs, and we Time Warped up on stage until we were damp with sweat from all of the silliness and fun. Now, an uncountable amount of years later, I know every callback in the book and have started my very own cast to Time Warp the night away in our underwear, and after our first show just a few weeks ago I don't think I could ever love Rocky Horror any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Nights In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that an icy 30 degree chill has settled over South Florida, I've spent the last few evenings curled up inside in an attempt to ward off the biting cold. Being homebound has it's perks, though, I like to think, like the kind of serenity that nothing else in the world can match and the privacy to be sleepy and silly all at once. I've fallen in love with sliding around the house in a pair of thigh-high knit socks and curling up on the couch under a layer cake of blankets, reading books about magical houses and storm clouds and Russian cats that walk upright on their hind legs. I love cooking fresh pasta with homegrown rosemary sprinkled on top while playing midnight jazz as loud as it'll go, humming along to Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong in their sweet lullabies. I'm going to miss this blistering cold once it's gone, but I think I can concoct an excuse here and there to spend more swollen, sleepy evenings inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Green Tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing's better for the cold-weather blues than a warm cup of tea, and green tea is the best you can get. At dinner parties and get-togethers, my eighty five year old grandmother always whispers to me that the secret to her longevity and good health lies in bottomless cups of green tea - along with love, laughter, and happiness, and honestly I think that truer words were never spoken. She's in perfect health and could probably run a mile if you dared her, and she loves to say that a cup of green tea a day since the 1970's helped her along. I may not be able to break that kind of a record, but a cup of tea here and there never hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ &lt;b&gt;Thrifting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I'm a frugal fashionista in the most honest sense; almost everything in my closet was purchased for $5 or less, with the exception of a few brand-name beauties that I splurged on. (Betsey Johnson and Baby, the Stars Shine Bright tend to always get me in a headlock!) As such, thrift stores are always my shopping expedition of choice, and I'm a firm believer that you'll never find cooler clothes anywhere else! Lately I've been surfing from one store to another, picking up itty bitty skirts covered in hearts and denim cowgirl dresses that lace up the front, not to mention a few pink numbers and sunglasses shaped like huge, bubblegum hearts. Ooh la la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/currently-digging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0s-HPr8J3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UuvJnQYPqtg/s72-c/Digging+copy.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-2967812661552722571</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-10T13:15:23.940-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">video games</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guides</category><title>Games for Girls on the A-Go-Go</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZSr9iNkEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Qe4S5b74TAc/s1600-h/decoden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZSr9iNkEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Qe4S5b74TAc/s400/decoden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424113716420251714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether you grew up with Crash Bandicoot, PaRappa the Rapper, or Pong, video games have played a part in most everyone's lives in one way or another. Despite having a reputation for belonging only to loner boys in living rooms and basements, gamer girls have been tapping out codes and saving princesses since the dawn of games themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here and now in the 21st century, being a girl that digs games is far less of a stigma than it used to be, especially with all of the darling options geared specifically towards swingin' gals. With the advent handheld systems like the Nintendo DS, though, teeny tiny baby girls on the way to school and high-heeled professionals commuting to work alike can partake in something that used to be just for those with enough spare time to plant themselves in front of the television every night. With all of the options out there today, it can be a daunting job to find just the right game to accompany you on the Brooklyn-bound G train or the public bus or the London underground or even just on a car trip across the street, but here's a list of Penelope-approved games for every girl on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTcZAHFnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HsaKd-5Hs64/s1600-h/princess_debut_box.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTcZAHFnI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/HsaKd-5Hs64/s200/princess_debut_box.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424114548427134578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess Debut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who hasn't had those sugary summer daydreams of suddenly switching places with a fairy-tale princess? In &lt;i&gt;Princess Debut&lt;/i&gt; you find yourself doing just that after coming face to face with your crowned doppelgänger, a girl who looks just like you and just so happens to have your same name despite coming from a different dimension. As you take her place in her parallel world you find yourself encumbered with the challenge of learning how to ballroom dance in time to wow the guests at the royal ball, not to mention the monumental task of finding a date! Part dating sim and part rhythm challenge, Princess Debut is bound to bring out the girly-girl inside of you and will no doubt have you tapping your toes and cha-chaing around the living room in no time at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTskZ9cQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7HmMhLiKRM8/s1600-h/style-savvy.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTskZ9cQI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7HmMhLiKRM8/s200/style-savvy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424114826366251266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Style Savvy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put your fashion skills to the test in the ultimate style challenge that'll have you reorganizing your own closet and dressing up your friends before you even know it! Work your way up the fashion ladder, starting from your first day working at a super chic boutique all the way up to managing your own shop, dressing customers, ordering clothes, and customizing your stylist all the while. Filled with styles to suit every taste, from retro go-go girls to baby pink lolitas to classy dames to gothic honeys, Style Savvy has something for every girl, goddess, and mama with a love for dressing up and being fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTTxkLHeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTRF5h764ro/s1600-h/14370.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTTxkLHeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTRF5h764ro/s200/14370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424114400402021858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rockin' Pretty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Become part of the ultimate super sweet all-girl band in &lt;i&gt;Rockin' Pretty, &lt;/i&gt;an outright adorable slice of heaven to any girl who has dreams of rocking out on stage in a Japanese school uniform. Play as Mai, an energetic teen who can rock with the best of them, as she joins up with a Josie and the Pussycats-esque rock group in hopes of taking home the grand prize at Rockin' Pretty, a nationwide contest for up-and-coming bands. Play at gigs and dress up the band in outfits that range from adorable to out there, all the while working towards your goal to become the best band there ever was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTkHYEcpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ON3ZYWdLTNo/s1600-h/rhythm_heaven_box_art.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZTkHYEcpI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ON3ZYWdLTNo/s200/rhythm_heaven_box_art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424114681134740114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rhythm Heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a personal soft spot for any kind of rhythm games, especially after growing up on ample doses of Dance Dance Revolution, Um Jammer Lammy, and Space Channel 5, but as of late &lt;i&gt;Rhythm Heaven&lt;/i&gt; has been my toe-tapping game of choice with its catchy tunes and unique characters. Work your way through different mini-games and try to master them all, saving the world or cheering on your favorite pop star in the process, and with thrilling quests that can be played over and over again you'll never find yourself short of a catchy rhythm at just the right time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/games-for-girls-on-a-go-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0ZSr9iNkEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Qe4S5b74TAc/s72-c/decoden.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-200249245065709814</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T12:59:15.941-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guides</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how to</category><title>How To Make a Comeback</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0YUzNi90zI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2h1dCz-qhgU/s1600-h/2105920836_e68a36afe0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0YUzNi90zI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2h1dCz-qhgU/s400/2105920836_e68a36afe0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424045671256544050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colodio/2105920836/"&gt;Claude Estebe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After months upon months away - gone without a word, never mind an explanation - how exactly does a girl go about sliding herself back into the spotlight? Should she rush in, guns blazing, and make fireworks pop in the sky like shattering stars to recognize her reappearance? Or should she simply slip in unnoticed, wistful and nostalgic but ready to start anew nonetheless?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what about those chronic procrastinators that we all know lurk inside of us? How exactly are we supposed to kick that put-it-off bug and fall back into what we love, whether it be baking or weaving or playing the tambourine? After what seems like a millennia of putting aside those favorite hobbies for the sake of our careers or education or family or reruns of Web Soup, how exactly should we re-approach those darling delights of ours that have been waiting patiently for us in the corner, gathering dust?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All it takes is a whim - a sleepy morning or a snowy night - and from there the rest is history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Start Slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There's nothing wrong with jumping right back into things, but it's important to set a pace for yourself so that you don't end up putting down your hobbies again, this time for even longer. Don't set unrealistic goals for yourself - it's important to see yourself in the perspective of the here and now, not the past. Sure, you may have used to play the drums in a ska band every other night, but now you may only have the time to pick them up on Saturday mornings. Don't force yourself to play every other day! Set a goal to get back to that peak you used to have and work gradually towards it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Set Priorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Remember that no matter how much you love doing what you do, life comes first. Don't be afraid to temporarily break from your schedule if your car breaks down or your grandpa falls ill. Give yourself some slack, and it'll be less stressful in the long run when accidents or unexpected events &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;happen. With that being said, it's important to not mistake necessary slack with an excuse for procrastination. Prioritize your life, putting your hobby or task below the most important things to you, and don't break from your schedule unless anything related to those important aspects of life comes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Make Excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There's no need to answer to why you stopped doing your hobby in the first place - all that matters is that you're back into it now. Remember that you don't have to explain yourself to anyone but yourself because you're the only person who is instrumental in getting things done. Plus, not telling the whole world exactly what happened adds a little bit of mystery which is supremely unconquerable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do Something New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Give your old hobby a new twist to liven it up! Try a new sewing technique or learn a new type of dance - the more unique and new you can make your hobby, the more likely you are to stick with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do What Makes You Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Because in the end, happiness is all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've missed you girls, and I'm thrilled to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Penelope &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-make-comeback.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/S0YUzNi90zI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2h1dCz-qhgU/s72-c/2105920836_e68a36afe0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-6355503141003658583</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T12:01:34.705-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>Frida Kahlo Photoshoot</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28OaMmg-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/3LtmcPbOvmU/s1600-h/dujourmag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28OaMmg-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/3LtmcPbOvmU/s400/dujourmag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624489612903394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frida Kahlo has been one of my all-time favorite artists since before I can remember. Something about her eye-poppingly vibrant yet deeply emotional pieces captivated my art-loving heart and still hasn't let go to this day. The first time I paid a visit to the MoMA in New York City, I remember literally running through the Chicano and Latin American section, searching wildly for a piece of hers, any piece of hers, to no avail. I dreamt of throwing myself at her stories and tales, her vivid, palpable, heart-thumping emotions meticulously carved out on each and every canvas. I'm sure that if I had found a painting of hers I probably would have been thrown out of the museum promptly for running my fingers over each and every brush stroke, feeling for the thought and emotions behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In their March/April issue, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dujor &lt;/span&gt;Magazine featured an absolutely stellar photoshoot inspired by Miss Kahlo herself that I think truly captures both her uniquely Mexican style and the electric color that filled her life, through good times and bad. Kahlo was a testament to the strength of womanhood, exemplifying to us all that even through the hard times, the mistakes, the accidents and the unavoidable flaws, there is beauty everywhere to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28KtQCZSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2B441bN_vMg/s1600-h/dujourmag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28KtQCZSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2B441bN_vMg/s400/dujourmag2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624426008110370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28HT4PibI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OSYuzbWWRD8/s1600-h/dujourmag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28HT4PibI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OSYuzbWWRD8/s400/dujourmag3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624367657814450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28DjcF4UI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lMaz76GsLsc/s1600-h/dujourmag4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28DjcF4UI/AAAAAAAAAYM/lMaz76GsLsc/s400/dujourmag4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331624303115231554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/05/frida-kahlo-photoshoot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sf28OaMmg-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/3LtmcPbOvmU/s72-c/dujourmag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-8347850195150717124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T08:28:40.431-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guides</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><title>The Cocoa Guide To Tutus</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SftUM7qfCpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NeMkcFZbcsU/s1600-h/3286551231_7993822c62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SftUM7qfCpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NeMkcFZbcsU/s400/3286551231_7993822c62.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330947165074164370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbylanes/3286551231/"&gt;Abby Lanes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"I see you like tutus! Any recommendations for really nice ones? I've been on a hunt for vintage-styled ones, but the best I've come across thus far are right &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=21956373"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I figured it couldn't hurt to ask if you, perhaps, had suggestions!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only recently have tutus become style essentials for unconventional, eccentric, and all around fabulous girls, but their history stretches all the way back to the dawn of ballet and beyond. In the 14th century their brethren, the petticoat, were worn under huge creampuff dresses to create a more desirable shape, but strangely enough, in modern times the terms "tutu" and "petticoat" have become interchangeable, meaning short, fluffy skirts made of tulle, crinoline, or silk. Nevertheless, these swingin' circles of sugary-sweet fabric have captivated so many and still somehow hold the power to make any girl the center of the room. Looking for your very own tutu or, for you DIY girls, directions on how to make your own? Look no further - here's the Cocoa guide to the sparkling, shimmering, cotton candy joy that is tutus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Making A Tutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the No-Sew Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As crazy as it sounds, no-sew tutus are incredibly easy to make and require so much less time and effort than full-blown tiered ones do. All you need to make one of these fabulous, fluffy skirts is a few yards of tulle your favorite color (or colors!), a pair of scissors, and a piece of elastic long enough to fit around your waist with room to spare. Simply knot the two ends of the elastic together so that it makes a neat little circle, cut the tulle into strips, and tie them one right next to another on the piece of elastic, as shown &lt;a href="http://www.gophotography.com/tutu/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Easy as that! You can embellish your brand new tutu with just about anything you can think of, if a plain and simple skirt is a little too boring for you - tie pieces of silky ribbon in-between the strips of tulle, hand-stitch a loop-de-loop design around the bottom, or even make flowers out of the remaining scraps of tulle and stitch them into elastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the Sew-Happy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it from me, sewing your own tutu is not a good idea unless you're both super experienced with sewing and extremely patient. I took the plunge and made an attempt to sew my very own a few months ago and, while it came out with only a few little flaws, it took about seven hours and bundles upon bundles of tulle. If you have the time and experience, though, the possibilities are endless - you can make tutus from just about anything, from old t-shirts to kids bed sheets to your favorite curtains to vintage kimonos. There's a fabulous tutorial on how to do exactly that over at &lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/TuTu_Crazy/"&gt;Instructables&lt;/a&gt;, covering all of the basics and displaying some amazing tutus to jump-start your creative juices, as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sfz1Lb7U9SI/AAAAAAAAAX8/iR0bpSLOPZk/s1600-h/827689392_a032754243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sfz1Lb7U9SI/AAAAAAAAAX8/iR0bpSLOPZk/s320/827689392_a032754243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331405635723785506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22553353@N00/827689392/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finding The Perfect Tutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, vintage tutus are everywhere - the trick is to know where to look. Antique shops, vintage clothing stores, and even thrift stores usually have these tiny gems hidden in-between 1970's aprons and pencil skirts, sometimes even dangling from the ceiling like gauzy halos of tulle. Not up for a hunt? My all-time favorite tutus come from the online retailer &lt;a href="http://www.sockdreams.com/_shop/pages/accessories_cat_CategoryID_95.php"&gt;Sock Dreams&lt;/a&gt;, featuring everything from victorian-style petticoats to sweetly short crinolines all for a super-reasonable price. In terms of the mainstream, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7421187127026107644" bmform="frm_ht_search&amp;amp;bmFormID=" bmuid="1241206014527&amp;amp;bmIsForm=" bmprevtemplate="%2Fhottopic%2FHomepage.jsp&amp;amp;bmHidden=" pricelistname="PRC_USA_Standard&amp;amp;bmHidden=" 3eatr_available_in_inventory="true&amp;amp;bmHidden=" p="Q&amp;amp;bmHidden=" ts="custom&amp;amp;bmHidden=" asug="petti&amp;amp;bmText=" w="petticoat&amp;amp;bmImage=" bmimage="submit_search.y&amp;amp;bmImage=" bmfields="bmForm%2CbmFormID%2CbmUID%2CbmIsForm%2CbmPrevTemplate%2CbmHidden%2CbmText%2CbmImage&amp;amp;bmHash=" 1205e8101f86d15766b567fe059c4b0b01bf2d93=""&gt;Hot Topic&lt;/a&gt; has a genuinely funky selection of tutus that are just short enough for us under-5'5'' girls to pull off without looking weighed down by our huge skirts, but if you have the cash to spend and want to go all out, &lt;a href="http://www.laceys.ca/products.asp?cat=17&amp;amp;PARTNER=pettipond"&gt;Lacey's&lt;/a&gt; has a gorgeous collection of super-pouffy bubblegum colored tutus perfect for any eccentric fashionista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/05/cocoa-guide-to-tutus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SftUM7qfCpI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NeMkcFZbcsU/s72-c/3286551231_7993822c62.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-7294628155652772374</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T11:08:31.903-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">style sheet</category><title>Style Sheet - Geisha Girl</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SfTUhOaFj5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/EFPFsIPr2cQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SfTUhOaFj5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/EFPFsIPr2cQ/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329117926354423698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariangelafelicity_totaro/2259621655/"&gt;Mariangela Felicity Totaro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to admit, this week's Style Sheet is influenced by a  passion of mine that has just recently come to fruition. I've been telling myself that I'm going to visit Japan for years now, maybe even take up residence there for a little while, dissuaded only by my weak grasp of the seemingly complex language. This past week, though, I've put my reservations aside and picked up as many instructional books and video games as I possibly can on a whim, and I'm happy to announce that I'm picking up Japanese surprisingly fast! In celebration of my non-failure (for I can't say it's a success until I've completely mastered the language) today's Style Sheet is all about those gloriously gorgeous ladies of Japanese lore - the modestly lovely princesses of Nippon themselves - those daring, darling, geisha girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sfe8y3sx_WI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gM8jGBOYAWQ/s1600-h/matsuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sfe8y3sx_WI/AAAAAAAAAXM/gM8jGBOYAWQ/s320/matsuri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936266147528034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matsuri Geisha Hair Pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;What's a geisha without extravagantly beautiful hair sticks to don? Described as "mint green Bohemian glass beads on intricately engraved bone," these gorgeously vibrant pins are the perfect cherry to top your super sweet green-tea-ice-cream-sundae of a hair-do with. Wear them with your best pink kimono, tiny blossoms and all, for an electric night filled with sushi and sake, or with nothing at all for a tranquil gardenia bubble bath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where to buy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longlocks.com/matsuri-asian-hair-pin.htm"&gt;longlocks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sfe_TMK7PjI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EiZjHh_VsRk/s1600-h/ladysnowblood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Sfe_TMK7PjI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EiZjHh_VsRk/s320/ladysnowblood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329939020421742130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Snowblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Remember &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/span&gt;, that swingin' Quentin Tarantino film from six years back? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Snowblood&lt;/span&gt; just so happens to be its prickly-sweet Japanese precursor from 1973, a cult flick filled with gangster geishas hellbent on exacting revenge and traveling bandits with a taste for European debutant balls. Vividly beautiful and sharply gory at the same time, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Snowblood&lt;/span&gt; shows that not all geishas are those elegant and gentle beauties that we've come to expect - they can have quite a naughty side too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to buy: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lady-Snowblood-Meiko-Kaji/dp/B0001I54U2"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SffI4hbKG0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/nwgjzCkPMts/s1600-h/36824_in_dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SffI4hbKG0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/nwgjzCkPMts/s320/36824_in_dl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329949557386779458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roberto Cavalli Chinoise Print Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uniqueness and elegance of traditional Japanese garb will always have its place in the fashion world - for kimonos never go out of style - but it's always fascinating to see the modern twist that designers put on these far-from-modern dresses. Roberto Cavalli spices up tradition with this amazing kimono-esque dress, perfect for hushed spring days spent under explosive cherry blossom trees or mystical festival nights where ponds and lakes and rivers alike light up with tiny paper boats, burning bright into the night with the secrets of the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to buy: &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/am/product/36824?cm_mmc=LinkshareUS-_-ProductFeed-_-Roberto+Cavalli-_-Dresses&amp;amp;siteID=Hy3bqNL2jtQ-bKAiAUpZvyinhBWZBHF8Jg#"&gt;net-a-porter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SffHcJiolQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e2vQhihhXxU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SffHcJiolQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e2vQhihhXxU/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329947970427720962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 Poems by 100 Poets White Teapot Set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to become a geisha, you're required to be well-versed in a slew of traditional "domestic arts", namely flower arranging and tea ceremony. While not all of us have the precise level of grace needed to excel in the latter, absolutely anyone can indulge in the tranquil thrills of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chakai, &lt;/span&gt;serving sweets, tea, and a light snack to a cast of close friends. Throw your very own c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hakai&lt;/span&gt; with this traditional tea set, inscribed with one of the 100 poems from the 13th century anthology of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyakunin Isshu, &lt;/span&gt;and refine your natural grace to geisha-like levels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where to buy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teavana.com/Tea-Products/Teapots-Teapot-Sets/Ceramic-Teapots/100-Poems-by-100-Poets-White-Teapot-Set.axd"&gt;teavana.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/style-sheet-geisha-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SfTUhOaFj5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/EFPFsIPr2cQ/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-789292886053036014</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T21:46:40.037-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><title>Weekly Wishes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SfEY_nEj7YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/w9QBOcO9mHU/s1600-h/weekly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SfEY_nEj7YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/w9QBOcO9mHU/s400/weekly.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328067315254947202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mishi2x/2837392891/"&gt;Seedy Scarf&lt;/a&gt; ♥ &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chases_pics/2676560877/"&gt;Discovered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;... for sweltering, swollen nights spent sitting criss-cross applesauce under a blanket of hazy purpled stars, dreaming of voodoo queens and midnight seances and doe-eyed children in tattered babydoll gowns, running barefoot through bayous and turnpikes and humid everglades with their weeping willows and their hushed lullabies. I wish for slow-dances on the front porch of Santeria priestesses, first kisses under warm mangrove trees still dripping with morning rain,  afternoons spent shimmying through the backyards of pastel bungalows protected by jangling painted bones and buried ancient charms - I wish for those sticky-sweet Southern summers that can only fully be experienced at night, kissed by whispered breezes and the distant hum of Creole Crow Dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;... that everyone believed in the most magical, lyrical, dreamworld, heart-thumping, head-spinning, storybook things, catching only glimpses of them but knowing that they're there nonetheless. I wish that strangers would shudder to a halt, spinning madly on one heel in the middle of the street, swinging to catch sight of pinched imps in fedoras and whistling fauns drifting past the corner of their eye. I wish strangers would tell of how boys in coffee shops steal handfuls of creamers and sugar-cubes, only to leave them in a broken trail in hopes of luring home his sweet-toothed anima. I want quiet girls to tell me in whispered words and hushed tones about how love-struck firebird boys visit them at night, whispering sonnets in their ears when they think they're asleep, and how paper-skinned pixies tell fortunes in the park to anyone who will listen. I wish the world around me would hum to life with long-forgotten tales and dusty stories and folks would tell of how these bedtime stories have cracked into the modern world in tiny, wistful specks of life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt; for pink tights and cowboy boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this quietly spectacular week, my sleepy boys and electric girls, what do you wish for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekly-wishes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SfEY_nEj7YI/AAAAAAAAAW8/w9QBOcO9mHU/s72-c/weekly.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-148860761788957772</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T22:40:54.021-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>Albums For Every Moment</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8gQ0-o22I/AAAAAAAAAV8/QNg9M6XSzJM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8gQ0-o22I/AAAAAAAAAV8/QNg9M6XSzJM/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327512357673950050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fwump/1386855888/"&gt;Paul Broome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a firm believer in concocting the perfect soundtrack to life - stashing away some jazzy and upbeat and melodic tunes for all of those conceivable moments that could require music. Whether it's a single song for those moments when you get the incurable blues or a whole playlist overflowing with swingin', swayin', slam-dancin' pep,  the power of music to change the rhythm of life is undeniable. The question is, what's on your soundtrack?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; For Electric Shocked, Bubblegum Pop, Clap-Your-Hands Moments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8hbK9pSqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-5dd6GC12oo/s1600-h/Let-Live-And-Let-Ghosts--by-Jukebox-the-Ghost_154883_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8hbK9pSqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-5dd6GC12oo/s320/Let-Live-And-Let-Ghosts--by-Jukebox-the-Ghost_154883_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327513634885683874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/Let-Live-and-Let-Ghosts/Jukebox-the-Ghost/e/615493011923/?itm=1"&gt;Jukebox the Ghost - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Let-Live-Ghosts-Jukebox-Ghost/dp/B0014DBZYW"&gt;Let Live &amp;amp; Let Ghosts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I discovered this triad of merriment no more than a few weeks ago when they opened for Ben Folds at an itsy bitsy show in a local college theatre, electrifying the crowd with repeating beats and swingin' tunes. Before the show the women's bathroom had been crowded with twenty-something girls complaining about how opening acts never made them want to rush out and buy their CD, but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Jukebox the Ghost &lt;/span&gt;shocked everyone by doing exactly that. As soon as they left the stage, there was practically a stampede of people charging towards their tiny merchandise table! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Live &amp;amp; Let Ghosts&lt;/span&gt; is for those moments of chaotically sweet soda-pop bliss - for the upbeat anarchist spray-painting ten foot smiley faces underneath bridges and on empty walls, for tiny girls sipping down chocolate milkshakes in diners and trying to explain the Socratic method to bewildered strangers, for eight year old gangster girls in Converse and tutus, stomping around the playground and cursing like a sailor at anyone who looks at her the wrong way. It's an album about the confusing thrills that make up life, whether it be parking your car in a tow-away zone or surviving the apocalypse only to find, after the dust settles, "a better world than the one you left behind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preview (Hold It In):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/28/1980695/02%20Hold%20It%20In.mp3" width="300" height="60" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Sweetly Surreal, Slow-Motion, Modern Day Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8mnVeOHZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7kWHGRqAAI4/s1600-h/MUDD131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8mnVeOHZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7kWHGRqAAI4/s320/MUDD131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327519341423238546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ben-Folds-Live/dp/B00006L3QM/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1240409534&amp;amp;sr=1-11"&gt;Ben Folds - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/Ben-Folds-Live/Ben-Folds/e/696998686328/?itm=2"&gt;Ben Folds Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ben Folds has been my personal hero for as long as I can remember (I've joked since the sixth grade that one day I'll get him to come to my birthday party), with charmingly surreal tracks ranging in topic from the club-life of gothic misfits to the daily failures of a college drop-out considering joining the army. His live shows have a kind of communal spark to them that studio-recorded tracks just can't capture which makes this album, in my opinion, one of his best. It's the next best thing to actually being in the audience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben Folds Live &lt;/span&gt;is the perfect soundtrack for those moments that require flinchingly catchy yet down-to-earth ballads - for being chased down by the hypertonic scream of a cop car, or watching a car crash shatter in front of you in steamy, dreamy, mistifying slow motion, or daydreaming aimlessly to the haunting question of "What if? What if? What if? What now?" It's music for realists and daydreamers alike, for awkward teens and ever more awkward adults, for strangers and loners confused by the sleepy complexities of life but in love with them nonetheless. It seems that those thrilling&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; je ne sais quoi &lt;/span&gt;moments that life quietly slips underneath us can always be filled in neatly with a bottle of beer and a Ben Folds song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preview (Zak &amp;amp; Sara): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/28/1980695/02%20Zak%20And%20Sara.mp3" width="300" height="60" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For Super-Charged, Ska-a-Go-Go, Save the World Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8n_rxt-oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0hGOg0oNz0E/s1600-h/6a00b8ea0717f31bc000d09e669fcebe2b-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8n_rxt-oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0hGOg0oNz0E/s320/6a00b8ea0717f31bc000d09e669fcebe2b-500pi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327520859239086722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?r=1&amp;amp;EAN=801190117123&amp;amp;ourl=Myths%2DLegends%2Dand%2DOther%2DAmazing%2DAdventures%2DVol%2D2%2FThe%2DAquabats"&gt;The Aquabats! - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?r=1&amp;amp;EAN=801190117123&amp;amp;ourl=Myths%2DLegends%2Dand%2DOther%2DAmazing%2DAdventures%2DVol%2D2%2FThe%2DAquabats"&gt;Myths, Legends and Other Amazing Adventures, Vol. 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whether you know it or not, most everyone with a toddler in the house has encountered the Aquabats in one way or another. As the creative geniuses behind the electrifying kids show &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba, &lt;/span&gt;their music has seeped into houses all across the world in the form of those tiny tunes that your baby sister won't stop humming. Their formal music, though, is far more thrilling, taking on the form of backflipping ska tracks with a full brass band and shakin', cartoon-inspired lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perfect for thrashing, bashing, party-crashing moments, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Myths, Legends and Other Amazing Adventures, Vol. 2 &lt;/span&gt;makes a ska-a-go-go background to a day spent playing dress-up with wrinkled costumes and kids bed sheets-turned-capes, or cannon-balling in on a hot summer pool party, or speeding towards the beach on an electric yellow moped, revving through stop signs and stop lights and crosswalks alike. For big kids, though, their music is the main ingredient to starting a sweet-and-sour slam-dance-mania mosh pit, no matter whether you're at a club, in a parking lot, or even thrashing through supermarket isles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preview (The Wild Sea!):&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/28/1980695/13%20The%20Wild%20Sea%21.mp3 " width="300" height="60" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Mean Reds, Swollen Blues, and Bittersweet Happiness In-Between Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?r=1&amp;amp;EAN=801190117123&amp;amp;ourl=Myths%2DLegends%2Dand%2DOther%2DAmazing%2DAdventures%2DVol%2D2%2FThe%2DAquabats"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8sh7jvwTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QZjDOPsnn3s/s1600-h/doucet-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8sh7jvwTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QZjDOPsnn3s/s320/doucet-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327525845637513522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?WRK=10539580"&gt;Luke Doucet - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?WRK=10539580"&gt;Broken (And Other Rogue States)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;With songs reminiscent of flirtatiously dangerous noir flicks, black and white and splattered with streaks of chocolate syrup blood, Luke Doucet strums out harrowing tales of broken hearts and broken china, furniture tossed from apartment buildings in a steamy frenzy and sloshing glasses of bourbon and rum on the rocks. His characters are acoustic heroes, "martyrs and barflies" tiptoeing through a sepia city sparked by broken neon and shady, rouged girls in golden cocktail dresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those smokescreen jazz-club moments in life where the blues and the reds collide spectacularly leaving you swaying and woozy, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken (And Other Rogue States) &lt;/span&gt;provides a perfect soundtrack to match your haziness and transport you to a world of sleepy strangers and broken fire-escapes. It's a world of brick apartment buildings and swaying sidewalks, of restaurant powder rooms and young waiters in tuxes and a matching fez, of jazz singers and lit cigarettes and stiletto heels and black suited men. An album for dazed moods and bittersweet blues, Doucet lights up those dark corners of life with mystifying songs and swaying guitar solos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preview (Emily, Please):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/6/28/1980695/04%20Emily%2C%20Please.m4p" width="300" height="60" autostart="false" loop="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/albums-for-every-moment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se8gQ0-o22I/AAAAAAAAAV8/QNg9M6XSzJM/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-8781338843151750650</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T10:32:37.272-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cocoa</category><title>Peppermint Issue 2 Out Now!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se3UPegZKCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3asu7ozoh4M/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se3UPegZKCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3asu7ozoh4M/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327147296601221154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My, my, I've been gone for a while, haven't I? I won't bore all of you amazing girls and boys with the rather drab reasons for my absence, but it's safe to say that things have been nothing short of hectic around here lately! I'm happy to announce that I'm back, though, and with a whole lotta stories to tell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, though, I have a rather exciting announcement to make. Those of you who live in Australia might have already seen the second issue of &lt;a href="http://peppermintmag.com/"&gt;Peppermint Magazine&lt;/a&gt; floating around bookstores and cafes - maybe you've even flipped through it once or twice. If not, go out and get yourself a copy right now! As of issue #2, I'm a brand new contributer with a super special article contained within its pages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of you bubblegum bunnies who live in other parts of the world and are wondering what all the fuss is about, Peppermint is an eco-fashion magazine all about living life to its fullest, and greenest, possibilities, focusing on green fashion, DIY projects, and inspiration for living an Earth-friendly life. As of right now it can only be found in Australian retailers, but absolutely anyone, no matter where you live, can subscribe and receive every issue right to their front door for a super-reasonable price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, I'd like to welcome all of the brand new bunnies to Cocoa and say hello again to all of the old ones who have stuck around, even through my sporadic absences. All of you are beautiful, intelligent, and all-around amazing people, and we're going to have a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay beautiful, angels~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/04/peppermint-issue-2-out-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/Se3UPegZKCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3asu7ozoh4M/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-3383084156785468671</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T14:34:41.820-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">style sheet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">style</category><title>Style Sheet - Bonjour, Paris!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t33CbCYTQWA&amp;amp;hl=en&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/t33CbCYTQWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the spirit of being spontaneous and trying something new, I've decided to start a new segment around this super dizzy merry-go-round that is Cocoa, hopeful something that all of you amazing bunnies will enjoy! The Cocoa Style Sheet will be a weekly compilation of stunning a-go-go clothes, beauty products, books, places, and anything else that I can think of all centered around a rotating weekly theme. This week? That theme just so happens to be the one and only city of art, love, and style supreme - Paris, France! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have an idea for a theme? For a featured product? For a new and unique cupcake flavor? Let me know! I'm dying to hear your thoughts and suggestions, my mocha bunnies! Throw your two cents into the hot Cocoa cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnGPdcew9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-W3bK3NAjYM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnGPdcew9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-W3bK3NAjYM/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312495204364633042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TokyoMilk Parfumarie Curiosite in French Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tokyo does Paris! This little bottle of aromatic bliss describes itself as "a sweet pucker of mandarin orange, gardenia and tuberose" - and what a kiss it is! A kiss about squeaky sleek platform heels, reapplying your lipstick atop the Eiffel Tower and oversized black berets worn by tiny girls sipping cafe au lait, French Kiss captures all of those wonderful kisses that the hometown of sizzling love has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where to buy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&amp;amp;_dynSessConf=16454604169600100&amp;amp;id=893162&amp;amp;parentid=BATH_SCENT&amp;amp;pushId=BATH_SCENT&amp;amp;prepushId=BATH_SCENT&amp;amp;popId=ACCESSORIES&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=10&amp;amp;navAction=&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=bro&amp;amp;colorName=FRENCH+KISS"&gt;anthropologie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnGGeuDTLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8_OFkQL_Pwk/s1600-h/img-thing.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnGGeuDTLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8_OFkQL_Pwk/s400/img-thing.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312495050087943346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retro-Style Chanel Brooch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;What would Paris be without fashion? Without haute couture and incurable style? This stunning brooch takes its wearer back to the vintage days of French mode in a way that brilliantly captures the style legacy of its company's founder, Cocoa Chanel. In the words of the decadent fashion dame herself, "A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous." Luckily this effervescent accessory just so happens to be both! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where to buy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://chanel.com/"&gt;chanel.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnLBOnaE2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/zBC2w2g4Js0/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnLBOnaE2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/zBC2w2g4Js0/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312500457423901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Almondine Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York Magazine named this itsy-bitsy pastry cafe the "Best Bakery in New York" for 2009 - an all-too deserving title for the Dumbo-based shop which serves up sticky sweet croissants, oversized mugs of bittersweet hot chocolate, and sugar-dusted raspberry doughnuts daily. A heaven on Earth for those world travelers looking for the best French bite a little closer to home, Almondine is never one to disappoint, whether its clients be casual Brooklynites with a incurable sweet tooth or tried-and-true Parisians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where to enjoy:&lt;/span&gt; 85 Water Street, Brooklyn, NY 11201&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.almondinebakery.com/"&gt;almondinebakery.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnKWLPV8aI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BpGGxXQwLWs/s1600-h/7523426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnKWLPV8aI/AAAAAAAAAVc/BpGGxXQwLWs/s320/7523426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312499717783286178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entre Nous: A Woman's Guide to Finding Her Inner French Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ever wonder what gives French women that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;je ne sais qua&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt; The back of this fabulous, flirtatious, and all-around awe inspiring book reads.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "At first you might think it's the elegant figure, matchless style, and mysterious allure. Then you realize those qualities don't come from just anywhere. They come from generations of women raised to cultivate an extraordinary sense of self. French women know who they are, like who they are, and excel at presenting who they are." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;A thrilling roadmap to the lessons learned from a multitude of French women, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entre Nous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;shows that any woman can capture their unique and charismatic charm - all they need is a little bit of style, lots of spunk, and that enduring spirit that tells a girl to always hold her head high and never give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where to buy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Entre-Nous-Womans-Finding-French/dp/0312308760"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/style-sheet-bonjour-paris.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SbnGPdcew9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-W3bK3NAjYM/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-359399468860563004</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-20T23:10:59.634-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guides</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><title>The Cocoa Guide to Discovering Sparkling Novels</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZyyrIynNjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bwm877WvDew/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZyyrIynNjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bwm877WvDew/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304310915299489330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/igotsmagicpants/3279342539/"&gt;Sara-Elizabeth Myers&lt;/a&gt; - my new favorite book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no specific section in the library for books bubbling with lyrical prose and mythical stories, yet our hearts are still stuck onto these kinds of tales - so how, we ask, do we discover new and exciting reads? How do we find these tiny novellas and towering epics that make our heads spin and our hearts fly out of our chests? There are only so many tried-and-true authors we have under our belt and what happens when no one else is around to give recommendations and we, quite simply, get that insatiable itch to read?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Where to Hunt for Fabulous Reads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Dig through the young adult section of your local bookstore or library - I find that some of the most dreamlike and enchanted books somehow always end up categorized there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Used book stores usually have a "vintage" section filled with old kids books and ten cent paperbacks with the most curious and outrageous story-lines. Take a day and explore all of these stores in your area - you might just find some really great deals while you're at it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Hit the nearest comic book store! Crazy as it sounds, most comic book stores carry the best in science-fiction and fantasy, not to mention the fact that you're more than likely to find a thrilling read at a discounted price!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Garage sales, garage sales, garage sales! There's no better place for thrilling novels that you won't find anywhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you begin your hunt, here are some absolutely amazing, all-around thrilling, super sparkling books to keep your eye out for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZ2Y82n4zsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-ifphX65olU/s1600-h/Books1+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZ2Y82n4zsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/-ifphX65olU/s400/Books1+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304564107334700738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Oleander by Janet Fitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Francesca Lia Block were to write harrowing, epic tragedies, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Oleander &lt;/span&gt;would be her first novel. Set in Los Angeles against a hazy, blooming landscape, a mother-daughter relationship is shattered after poetess Ingrid Magnussen poisons her backstabbing boyfriend with the blossoms of oleanders. Consequently her fifteen year old daughter, Astrid, is faced with the all-too harsh realities of foster homes and adoption agencies, bouncing between dilapidated houses and all too unfit guardians for the remainder of the novel. The tear-jerking story and lyrical prose are both beautiful, but nothing short of heart-wrenching - just when Astrid seems to get a break, some terrible tragedy occurs and she's forced to start all over again. Nevertheless, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Oleander &lt;/span&gt;is an absolutely gorgeous work of fiction that deserves every piece of praise that it gets - if you're looking for something especially lovely to read, give this doorstop of a book a glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first picked up this tiny little gem, I expected something strictly fairy-tale-esque - something dreamy and hazy, a fantastic world that evoked Alice in Wonderland and the eccentricity and wonder of being young again. Instead, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book Of Lost Things &lt;/span&gt;presented the Brother Grimm world with a fiercely woozy twist, one that's mature and real rather than mild and childlike. It evokes a slightly less gothic yet similar nonetheless feel to that of American McGee's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_McGee's_Alice"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt; at parts, and at others it shines brightly in the same manner as the original fairy tales themselves. In black and white, it tells the haunting story of a young boy, isolated in life and driven to a state of childish jealousy when his father remarries and has a second child. The only place he can seem to find solace is in the pages of his books, dusty old things that speak to him in the middle of the night, whispering secrets and stories and tales of their lives. It is only when one night, during the all-out bedlam of a World War II air raid, that he gets sucked into their paperback world and everything truly changes, and he finds himself in charge of a life-changing decision - is it better to face the modern horrors of growing up or those shadowy ones of childhood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; After Dark by Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a preface, I’m hardly exaggerating when I say that this is one of the most interesting, well-rounded, and comprehensively thrilling reads that I’ve ever gotten my hands on in my history of literacy. It’s an eccentrically simple story, following a strange brood of characters through the electric world that is Tokyo at night and mapping out their connections to each other - a Chinese girl is robbed and abandoned in a "love hotel", a quirky trombonist meets the sister of the girl of his dreams in a Denny's, a group of women with oddly unfitting names find themselves in the grungiest of districts at night, and a young woman who is trapped in a Sleeping Beauty-esque sleep gets transported into a strange and mysterious world inside of her television. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After Dark &lt;/span&gt;is storytelling at its best, comprehensively capturing what its like to be a night owl in an electric city, from the cast of characters to the script-like narrative. Pick it up now and experience it for yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mondo Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm consistently shocked when I reference this book in everyday life and others have no idea what I'm talking about. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mondo Barbie &lt;/span&gt;is an eccentric, flirtatious, and sometimes dirty compilation of short stories and poems all about America's favorite pink plastic sweetheart - that go-go girl herself, Miss Barbara Millicent Roberts. The book turns a modern bubblegum twist on the doll that almost all baby girls grew up with, exposing her stunningly deep impact on twentieth century life, culture, sexuality, and everything else through sweetly short valley girl novellas printed on petunia pink paper. Because really, who doesn't want to be a Barbie girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZ2ZTcDrHwI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1P3hIkYlvHk/s1600-h/Books2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZ2ZTcDrHwI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1P3hIkYlvHk/s400/Books2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304564495340478210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Gift Moves by Steve Lyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In a Hayao Miyazaki-esque world where buses are living, breathing creatures that pad across the country side and whole families tattoo their names and stories across their bodies, a girl leaves home with dreams of apprenticing in the city and learning the art of weaving. As she is taught how to dye fabric the most brilliant of colors and work a loom so large that it takes up a whole room by a mild old woman named Heron, secrets begin to unfold and her path in life criss-crosses in the most unexpected of places. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gift Moves &lt;/span&gt;is a mystifying novel about soul-searching and the things that bind us to life, no matter how everyday they may seem, and is one of those rare electrified books that leaves you transfixed with the dreamworld contained inside of its pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Every Boy by Dana Adam Shapiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There's no more cheery an example of death and rebirth than that contained inside of this upbeat recollection of fifteen year old Henry Every's life. After washing ashore with no clues to his death, Henry's parents discover a meticulously organized ledger recalling every melancholy and rapturous moment of his short yet quirky life, from his obsessive love for a teenaged New Yorker named Benna to comically illegal episodes performed with his partner in crime, Jorden. A charmingly sweet yet tragic novel, it's heartwarming in a curious sort of way that will leave you wishing for more of its kind. I promise you that as soon as you've turned the last page you'll ask why your childhood couldn't have been this interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Green Angel by Alice Hoffman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all of those searching for magic in novels, for quiet tales with modern day mysticism, for daydream-esque worlds painted through sticky-sweet words, for some tiny piece of fiction that can never be categorized, never be shelved properly, something that belongs to more than just children or young adults or quiet pre-teens, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Angel &lt;/span&gt;may just be exactly what you've been searching for. It's a hauntingly lean novel, telling the story of shadowy and shy Green who, after an apocalyptic fire rages in large scale, is left empty and alone. With nothing but the house she grew up in and a garden soaked in ashes, she morphs through her teenaged years into a leather-clad warrior, a negative of her former self, blind from the ash and tattooed with her sorrow. Through chance encounters and the help of other survivors, though, she rediscovers herself and finds that sometimes disaster can lead to true inner-happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stardust by Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can’t say enough about this book. Neil Gaiman brings fairy tales back from the depths of history and revives them with a newfound vigor in this incredible, imaginative novel. If you’ve seen the movie and thought it was just a little too cheeky for you, then this book is absolutely a must-read – the novel version is just a little bit darker while still retaining that wide-eyed charm that most fairy-tales have. It’s so nice to see a revival of this genre since no truly good fairy-tales have been written since the 18th century, and I definitely think that Neil Gaiman is just the man to tackle its Renaissance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/cocoa-guide-to-discovering-sparkling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZyyrIynNjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bwm877WvDew/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-8386615370222417899</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-15T18:46:41.829-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><title>Weekly Wishes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZimjuMSV3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/FpFWakHJcuM/s1600-h/ww.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZimjuMSV3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/FpFWakHJcuM/s400/ww.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303171693853955954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/kjersti454/2527374831/"&gt;Still Running&lt;/a&gt; ♥ &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/amaliachimera/2228890025/"&gt;you and me, in time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish... &lt;/span&gt;for a bite-sized brownstone in Park Slope, nestled between French bakeries overflowing with roller-skate sized eclairs and huge bone white mugs of cafe au lait and super-hero supply stores boasting capes and goggles and Batmobiles disguised as bikes. I wish for gardening stores within walking distance named after old black and white movies and cafes painted lipstick red that serve coffee and tea to artists and poets and everymen alike - for San Francisco-esque streets that dip down so sharp that they make bike rides turn into roller-coasters and a roadmap of the world's cuisines nestled in one single block. I wish for lazy days and hazy nights spent in this glorious whipped cream-topped slice of Brooklyn and I want to live, eat, and breathe within its boundary lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;whistling was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; mandatory for anyone in a particularly good mood. Something about coming upon someone whistling just cheers me up automatically, especially when they seem so enthralled with doing it. Plus, almost all upbeat songs include whistling - take Perry Como's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magic Moments&lt;/span&gt;, for example. I'm telling you, whistling should be a sport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish... &lt;/span&gt;for horror flicks and swingin' chicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a week of hand-holding, heart-shaped confetti, and teenaged boys riding their bikes through the street with whole bouquets of roses balanced on the handlebars, what do you wish for, sugarplum bunnies?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekly-wishes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZimjuMSV3I/AAAAAAAAAUM/FpFWakHJcuM/s72-c/ww.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-1720528729539709658</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T13:07:59.807-05:00</atom:updated><title>How to Give the Perfect Valentines Day Gift</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZb8g7MJe-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nHNcANJL-TE/s1600-h/393870439_4c16dd8e8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZb8g7MJe-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nHNcANJL-TE/s400/393870439_4c16dd8e8a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302703253849996258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/33458510@N00/393870439/"&gt;anhsangtim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you say "I love you" in French? Italian? Japanese? For that matter, how do you say it in English? How do you say "I think you're pretty cool" or "I really wish we could hang out more" - how do you say "I would throw away everything just to be with you?" in a way that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; truly&lt;/span&gt; conveys it? Valentines Day seems to be the absolute best day to say these things, whether we say them in French, Italian, Japanese, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; English, but the question is always what do we give to convey all these swirling, spinning, mixed-up emotions? What tiny, red-wrapped package could ever say all these things? Take a deep breathe, forget the bouquet of red roses, and go for a little more personal approach - quite simply, here's the Cocoa guide for finding those perfect gifts that say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; the right words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'd like to get to know you better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you happened upon someone thoroughly intriguing mere days before February 14th, either wandering the street or sitting next to you on a plane or in that itsy-bitsy coffee shop you religiously frequent? You're in luck! Now is the perfect time to further your friendship with a charming little trinket or a small excursion out with this newfound friend! Keep in mind that Valentines Day isn't all about over-the-top romanticism, so keep your gift simple and fun, especially at this stage of the relationship - track down a CD to a funky little band they might enjoy or pick up a book that they mentioned they've been meaning to read. Humorous gifts are great for Valentines like these, too, so feel free to find a parody of something they said they did or didn't like and present it with great extravagance. Despite standard V-Day traditions, though, avoid jewelry at all costs! You've just met the person and don't want to give the wrong impression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Last Minute Gift Givers&lt;/span&gt;: Put your skills to the test and make them something using &lt;a href="http://www.origami-instructions.com/"&gt;Origami&lt;/a&gt;, whether it be a paper crane, an ice cream cone, or a slice of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thank you for being there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to remember that V-Day is not just about lovers in love, but it's a day of appreciation for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;that you've cultivated a relationship with - that means mothers who have stood by your side during the good times and the bad, fathers who have always held your hand when checking for monsters under the bed, friends who have never let you down and were always there to cheer you up when the hard times came - don't forget that these are the most important people in your life and they deserve to be celebrated too! Try making hand-made paper lace valentines for these incredible folks, complete with personal letters and maybe even a few pieces of candy. If you're looking for something a little more modern, too, track down a gift card to their favorite coffee shop or movie theatre or restaurant and tuck it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Last Minute Gift Givers: &lt;/span&gt;Compose a poem and perform it with eccentric theatrics, professing your appreciation for them and everything they do in highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think I'm falling in love with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Valentine's day is in less than a week and I have someone really special in my life that I would like to make a gift for. He's my best friend, confidante, and the reason why I'm almost always happy...He's not my boyfriend, but I have feelings for him, and I was hoping that this Valentine's day, I could finally tell him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the most difficult gift of all, especially to those on pins and needles wondering whether or not their Valentine will say those three simple words in return. If there's an opportunity for romanticism and extravagance, this is it - find something truly meaningful to the person in question, whether it be hard-to-get concert tickets or a little slice of nostalgia from their childhood, and make a whole day of the gift-giving ceremony. Take them out to breakfast, lunch, and dinner, taking a tour of the city you live in whilst doing so, or just visit meaningful places to the both of you. For those like the lovely bunny above who want to go the handmade route, do so with intimacy! Knit a big warm scarf for your Valentine to wear on those especially cold days, cut little hearts out of paper or fabric or whatever else you can find and string them together in a six-foot-long daisy chain, cross-stich "Be mine?" with little checkboxes underneath reading "Yes" and "No". Whatever you make, be sure that it comes from the heart and be especially sure to have lots of fun whilst making it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Last Minute Gift Givers:&lt;/span&gt; Don't be afraid to be cliche! If you've got a guitar and a little bit of musical talent, stand outside your Valentine's window and play their favorite song (or at least one of the songs you know how to play!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm definitely in love with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been with someone for a while and have already been through all the tiny, romantic instances of Valentines Day, then just have fun on February 14th! Don't stress out over getting a meaningful gift or tons of chocolates or the biggest bouquet of flowers you can possibly find - instead just enjoy the time spent with your Valentine! In this case, your gift can be something as simple as a tiny little diary, for those Valentines who love to write, or a vintage apron for the epicurean connoisseur. Be simple in your gift and instead make the day spent together spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Last Minute Gift Givers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Make paper dolls that look just like you and your sweetie and trade them so you can both carry each other around all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay beautiful, angels, and have the most beautiful, love-soaked day possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-give-perfect-valentines-day-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SZb8g7MJe-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/nHNcANJL-TE/s72-c/393870439_4c16dd8e8a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-3785749132582112392</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-08T18:21:35.381-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">currently digging</category><title>Currently Digging</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SY9otI-vglI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aMEJdPbtSh0/s1600-h/Digging.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SY9otI-vglI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aMEJdPbtSh0/s400/Digging.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300570411152409170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/ritabloemendaal/216724876/"&gt;Sweet pink and white&lt;/a&gt; ♥ &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/clipz/3206706580/"&gt;Please stop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Japanese Lolita style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon purchasing, receiving, and falling in love with &lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4568/28c3db7ti4.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; incredibly dazzling &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baby, The Stars Shine Bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;skirt, I've realized that there is truly no fashion subculture so comprehensively unique than that of Japanese Lolita style. Sure, anyone who's hung around this tiny little wonderland that is Cocoa for longer than a few days will already know that I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constantly &lt;/span&gt;digging Lolita style, but as of right now I feel the need to reiterate it with a little more oomph - no other genre of clothing has redefined fashion and the lifestyle that comes with it as creatively and eloquently as this tiny little craze has. Lolita style consists of making little kid clothes for big kids, it's a silky whipped-cream and pink cherry topped slice of pie to tide over your inner child, and wearing its clothes give you the kind of thrill that only frilly dresses and big pink headbows could provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doorstop novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't already know, I'm an obsessively avid reader who practically lives in the library, but recently the novels I've been throwing myself into have been more like long-term relationships than two-day flings. Usually I read about three or four 300-page novellas at once, but as of late I've been falling in love with gigantic, 800-page epics so thick that they could be used as doorstops. From Steinbeck's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;East of Eden &lt;/span&gt;to Dantec's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babylon Babies&lt;/span&gt;, these gargantuan life stories stretch through whole generations, capturing every tiny moment in a different time, a different place, a different world. There's something so comforting about toting around a book that thick - it's almost like carrying an infant in the womb, protecting it and nurturing it, accepting it as a distant yet forever part of your world when you finally do turn that last page and set it free. Everyone should read at least a hundred books like these, or at least use them to prop open doors and steady wobbly tables!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vegetarian burritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm constantly in search of really spectacular vegetarian burritos and I have to say that my two absolute favorites as of late hail from unlikely places. Whole Foods, the all-organic grocery store of national fame, makes an abnormally delicious black bean and cheese burrito on a spinach tortilla, one which can usually be found in the pre-prepared food section, but a little-known burrito chain called California Tortilla can also hold their own. Since CalTort has recently closed their one and only Florida store and, for now, don't have any locations in New York, I've settled into an uncomfortably jittery burrito withdrawal, but if you live in northern-most part of the U.S. South you're in luck - there are locations abound in towns near you so check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do the French and Japanese tend to make the weirdest, strangest, and absolute best movies? After watching Luc Besson's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel-A, &lt;/span&gt;a charmingly twisted love story featuring Jamel Debbouze from&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Amelie, &lt;/span&gt;I've realized that I could probably spend my whole life watching nothing but foreign films, picking up new languages, new references, new tales to tell. As for those forespoken crazy Japanese flicks that I love oh-so-much? Two words for you: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/currently-digging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SY9otI-vglI/AAAAAAAAAT0/aMEJdPbtSh0/s72-c/Digging.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-5114150811841759581</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 23:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-04T22:06:17.653-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guides</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fashion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">style</category><title>Style Essentials for the Unconventional Girl</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYZ4AFejKZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pm4SJBSi54o/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYZ4AFejKZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pm4SJBSi54o/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298053954513611154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/trixiepix/2447922046/"&gt;Trixie Bedlam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face it, fashion isn't the same for everyone. While some girls run their fingers over glossy magazines, slipping into teeny weeny slips of haute couture and super-slick Manolo heels, others burrow into vintage floral wraps found at rummage sales and electric yellow go-go boots. Yet whatever your personal style may be, some things are simple style essentials that look good on almost everyone - so for the front-page fashionista, thrift store starlet, and everyone else in-between, here are those certain items that every well-dressed girl should keep stocked in her wardrobe at all times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pashmina Scarves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're from New York then you should have absolutely no trouble finding one of these beauties - they're sold on street corners all across the city for as little as $5 and they come in the most dizzyingly beautiful colors and styles. The pashmina scarf is one of the most versatile pieces of clothing for the sole reason that it can be worn so many different ways - from a full body wrap to a simple winter shawl to a sari-esque skirt to just a plain old scarf. It's a must-have for anyone who braves brisk winters (or for those who just want to look like they do!) Having trouble figuring out how to wear yours? Here are &lt;a href="http://www.kinowear.com/blog/how-to-tie-a-scarf-9-tying-techniques/"&gt;nine basic tying techniques&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/tutus/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=6264168"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Tutus" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmdrTEJ6cmZ3M1JHLVBGTmgwUFJIamcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Tutus" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tutus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as it seems, tutus really are absolute must haves for any modern girl who loves bringing funkiness and fun into everyday life. It may seem a little too wild at first, but tutus and petticoats can easily be paired with seemingly simple fashion staples and make you look effortlessly charming and chic. Try wearing them with oxford button-ups, long sleeved shirts layered with tank tops, and knee-high socks. For an everyday look, avoid high heels and instead opt for simple sneakers or flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black, Ankle-High Skinny Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I reference it constantly on this site, but there's one particular scene from my favorite movie, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny Face&lt;/span&gt;, that cemented my love of skinny pants. In it, Audrey Hepburn's character Jo performs an interpretive dance in a smoky French club to thoroughly explain the concept of dancing as a form of release to Fred Astaire. She prances around the club in a black turtleneck and black skinny pants, swinging and swaying and throwing herself left and right, dancing with French poets and beatniks amidst the club's hazy lights. It's a classic scene that created a classic staple, and even today I still see the most amazing women pull a similar look off with so much flair. Pair them with a horizontally-striped shirt for a Paris-a-go-go look or a button-up shirt with flats - anyway you choose to wear them, these pants will never let you down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thigh-High Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thicker than tights for cold winter days and very schoolgirl-esque, long thigh-high socks can really do wonders for an outfit. I suggest going with darker colors like an eggplant or navy, but whites and creams can look just as good when worn correctly. Wear them with mini-skirts, dresses, or even shorts and a good pair of heels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYZy6OuJxII/AAAAAAAAATc/qUJA47WX6jw/s1600-h/audrey_hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYZy6OuJxII/AAAAAAAAATc/qUJA47WX6jw/s400/audrey_hepburn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298048356357620866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wide-Brimmed Hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in modern days the big, classically simple sun-bathing hat has become more and more rare, it will always hold it's rightful place in a well-stocked closet. Audrey Hepburn pulled it off effortlessly in Breakfast At Tiffany's, pairing it with a little black dress, a pair of sunglasses, and a string of pearls, and I firmly believe that anyone can give it just as much character and charm as she did. Go with a tan one for casual summer days, wearing it with a white tank top, a filmy button up, and a rolled up pair of jeans, or for those more formal occasions wear it the Audrey way, black dress and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ballet Flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;For quiet, casual engagements or those days when you simply don't feel like wearing heels, a good pair of ballet flats are the next best thing - they're stylish and simple, making you look professional and chic without being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;dressy. A good black pair is always in style, but it's worth it to invest in as many colors as you possibly can. Mix and match and see what comes of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYZ0AFPF7KI/AAAAAAAAATk/S9Y8lMoiczI/s1600-h/2928418364_acdbd61310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYZ0AFPF7KI/AAAAAAAAATk/S9Y8lMoiczI/s400/2928418364_acdbd61310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298049556402269346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/yyellowbird/2928418364/"&gt;heyrabbit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faux-Fur Coats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fur coats create such a wonderful silhouette and add a great finishing touch to any outfit, but faux-fur is the way to go both ethically and practically. Fur coats have been associated with women of luxury for a good reason, for a real one will cost you a fortune, not to mention the fact that you'd be perpetuating the practice of killing for fashion with bona fide fur. Faux-fur is cheaper and just as stunning when worn, so try topping off any outfit with one, from silky buttercream dresses to denim jeans and turtlenecks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Great Pair of Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This goes without saying, but every girl absolutely has to have that one perfect pair of jeans to complete her  wardrobe. Jeans are so versatile and can be dressed up for semi-formal engagements and dressed down for runs to the supermarket. The possibilities are endless when it comes to what to wear with them, so get yourself a pair and experiment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Good Old Fashioned Little Black Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What would a girl be without the incredible little black dress? Think about how many classic outfits have been perpetuated by that one plain and simple idea of a perfect black dress? Discovering &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; dress is one of those classic moments of womanhood, like tumbling down the rabbit hole and into this strange and wonderful new world of style, so when you discover it don't let it slip away. A flattering dress never goes out of style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/02/style-essentials-for-unconventional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYZ4AFejKZI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pm4SJBSi54o/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-897831253771529155</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-31T21:37:36.623-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">commentary</category><title>Everything A Girl Needs To Be Happy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYUEACn9tcI/AAAAAAAAATM/CpwARjZRrso/s1600-h/3028969869_a9ff2c76d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYUEACn9tcI/AAAAAAAAATM/CpwARjZRrso/s400/3028969869_a9ff2c76d7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297644935422260674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/hokiechick01/3028969869/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...Herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYUKx_Db2oI/AAAAAAAAATU/msk3YUnt2dg/s1600-h/Happiness.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYUKx_Db2oI/AAAAAAAAATU/msk3YUnt2dg/s400/Happiness.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297652390526966402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-girl-needs-to-be-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYUEACn9tcI/AAAAAAAAATM/CpwARjZRrso/s72-c/3028969869_a9ff2c76d7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-3531931207460637231</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-30T21:42:30.195-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><title>Daily Inspiration - January 30th</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYO522ZjkQI/AAAAAAAAATE/R6MIccE6xYs/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYO522ZjkQI/AAAAAAAAATE/R6MIccE6xYs/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297281938684612866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/languisity/391587901/"&gt;McKenzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing is lost when it comes to love. We get stuck in this perpetual cycle of passed looks, of that yearning for conversation, for words, for smiles, for anything. We become diary-writers and backyard poets, guitar-strummers and jitterbugs, all for the sake of four little letters - letters that we spell out in black ink and huge, looping letters, L-O-V-E. We want it written all over our bodies like tribal tattoos and battle scars. We become Yakuza gangsters, painting our history on our backs for all to see, for us to experience. My grandparents told me that they met while my grandmother was working as a waitress at a burger joint, that my grandfather ordered root beer after root beer and kept emptying every one that my grandma would bring him out the window of his convertible when she left just so that, when she brought him another, he could see her again. Love is funny like that. True love means being bashful and strange and completely unpredictable - it means ordering those thirty root beers just to see that one beautiful soul that you've wrapped your wings around, even if you have to empty every last one of them out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, spectacular love, high-flying cotton candy silky-milky circus love, means setting all conventions on fire and throwing caution to the wind. Love makes us brave, it makes us unbelievable, and so we become those poets and musicians and artists and revolutionaries, all for the sake of four little letters. But in the end, when we find ourselves held tight in the arms of that one spectacular person, the root beers seem insignificant. The words, those letters, those are the only things that matter, and it's a beautiful thing to be able to say them with true conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, we say. Root beer and all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-inspiration-january-30th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SYO522ZjkQI/AAAAAAAAATE/R6MIccE6xYs/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-4996151024843678679</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-25T13:28:41.477-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contests</category><title>Penelope Bat ♥'s Hip✩Hop Candy!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXyvR11VfaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JgfFGOsnXLU/s1600-h/HHC.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXyvR11VfaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JgfFGOsnXLU/s400/HHC.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295299982924283298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my travels around the great big internet, I just so happened to stumble upon a fabulous, pink-tinted place filled with jewelry, buttons, and keychains galore. This sugary-sweet heaven contains everything you and your inner-child could possibly need to take on the great big world with a pinch of flair and an excess of classic Japanese cuteness, catering specifically to high-flying go-go girls who, somewhere along the road of life, simply forgot to grow up. &lt;a href="http://www.hh-candy.com/"&gt;Hip✩Hop Candy&lt;/a&gt; was started by the darling Miss Kitty (a.k.a. Olivia Bruno) as a tiny web-based company, and since has grown into a much bigger enterprise, appearing at numerous Japanese anime and manga conventions with much success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of my undying love for what Miss Kitty's doing and her amazing products, Hip✩Hop Candy and Cocoa have teamed up to present all of you lovely bunnies with a contest! The prize? A surprise goodie bag filled to the brim with all kinds of Hip✩Hop Candy swag! All you have to do to win is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compose a classic Japanese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haiku about Hip✩Hop Candy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of you who have forgotten your school-yard days of literature classes, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku"&gt;haiku's&lt;/a&gt; are a form of Japanese poetry that are composed by the number of syllables they have. They're usually three lines and follow a 5-7-5 structure, the first line containing five syllables, the second containing seven, and the third containing five again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can enter as many haiku's as you'd like in the form of a comment, just please don't post anonymously! If you're our big winner, we need a way to contact you! Be as creative as you possibly can - there are no rules or prerequisites - just be sure to have all of your submissions in by Wednesday, January 28th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a way to fire up your creative juices, here are some H✩HC themed haiku's that I whipped up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panda bears and charms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strawberry keychains and rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire up Paypal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Japanese goods when there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hip✩Hop Candy here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brighten up the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With necklaces of tea cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And pink cupcake rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get writin', my super-cute bunnies! Prizes await!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/penelope-bat-s-hiphop-candy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXyvR11VfaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JgfFGOsnXLU/s72-c/HHC.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-2940974756562419806</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-23T23:20:41.404-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><title>One-Line Fairy Tales</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXp4SiiNYPI/AAAAAAAAASA/Xuo1apmBACk/s1600-h/515608800_ba8c90f0e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXp4SiiNYPI/AAAAAAAAASA/Xuo1apmBACk/s400/515608800_ba8c90f0e4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294676571830706418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/amaliachimera/515608800/"&gt;Amalia Sieber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥ Those hot-chocolate winter nights were what drove us outside, beneath the canopy of rambling trees with branches so thick that the blanket of the stars and the sky was but an afterthought, and it was there that we found our miracles, our haven, our tiny dancing girls with fresh drew in their hair and our anima queens who wore paper doe masks and tiny silk dresses and our animus kings in thick arctic coats and combat boots and our dazzling reception of music and merriment and magic, and we held hands as we faced this brave new word, tiny unspoken questions still on our lips, and we watched as the sky lit up with things we could not understand but loved nonetheless, and when the howling of the wolves and music of the night finally faded into silence and the electric light of their hopes and dreams faded into a sweetly dim refection of the stars, only then did we go inside, dizzy and drunk with the magic of that winter night, wondering from behind sleepy lids if maybe it was just a great and curious dream.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥ The music of the evening called out to me, like the sound of a tuning fork struck against a star, until I thought, while huddled over endless sheets of paper and ribbons of pre-soaked ink, that it would drive me mad, and so I gathered up my typewriter, in it's faded black case, and my thick corduroy hat and my stiff winter coat and my one-way train ticket meant for nowhere in particular and I left the house with all the doors still open, the lights turned on, the locks left at ease so, if they so pleased, the doors could swing open and they too could enjoy the night, and I thought nothing of cops or robbers or thieves, but only of the night and what it held, and so I walked down quiet streets, past bakeries that I had frequented, bookstores I had loitered in, coffee shops that I had spent hours inside of simply watching the sun rise and set, and I knew that I must leave them all behind, and so I walked until I reached the shore and, standing on the last plank of the only pier in sight, threw off my stiff winter coat, my corduroy hat, my train ticket all into the ocean, keeping only my typewriter, my closest friend, and together I knew we could make our own home somewhere here, somewhere in this crisp, velvet night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXqAykVREsI/AAAAAAAAASI/f4jlsCQMMJg/s1600-h/SmallerDreamland.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXqAykVREsI/AAAAAAAAASI/f4jlsCQMMJg/s400/SmallerDreamland.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294685918162129602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥ The boy and I, the boy who I knew but knew nothing about, we wandered those streets illuminated only by the moon and the stars and talked about movie stars and coffee shops and dreams that made us both wake in a sweat, and I told him how I dreamt of carousels and ferris wheels that electrified the night and he told me how he dreamt of car crashes and broken glass and flashing lights that lit up the sky in blues and reds, and together we shared slices of pizza and broken stories in pizzerias with no doors and I told him how he looked happy, flustered yet happy, and how his cheeks were tinted a Shirley Temple shade of pink, and we walked each other back down those quiet and swollen streets, our laughter and joy and attention caught only by the sound of breaking glass, and together we watched that tiny red car crash into a brick wall, breaking into tiny, sugary specs like a ten thousand volt supernova, and in our amazement, in our fright, I was the first to notice the wall itself, a towering brick thing, and how behind it a ferris wheel, bright as the sun, was turning round and round in quiet excitement, and so together we stood there, shaken by the curious awe of the world, taken aback by the strangeness of it all, and when the world quieted back down we turned our backs and, solemnly, he walked me back to my waking life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-line-fairy-tales.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXp4SiiNYPI/AAAAAAAAASA/Xuo1apmBACk/s72-c/515608800_ba8c90f0e4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-7327915918482393434</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T23:55:07.702-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><title>Weekly Wishes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXeFf_ELghI/AAAAAAAAAR4/82cY7N9-fUA/s1600-h/wishes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXeFf_ELghI/AAAAAAAAAR4/82cY7N9-fUA/s400/wishes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293846671548711442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/momentscaptured/3194101853/"&gt;frozen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/yoshiko314/414512056/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Fetish for Strawberry !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;for ska music so loud and explosive that it sends entire neighborhoods into fits of slam-dancery. I wish for the heat of club lights, for skipping drum beats, for a full brass band that pumps out short breaths and falsetto rhythms.  I want shaking hips, skankin' souls, midnight sing-a-long songs in tiny clubs - I wish I could wrap myself in notes and beats and crashing cymbals and fall into that shattering, crystalized pop of noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;the best for our incredible new president, and I hope that every American takes this opportunity to come together under him for a truly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;United &lt;/span&gt;States of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;life could be lived out in perfect poetry - in stanzas and lines and parallel structures. I wish everyone could turn life into their very own love song, a string of verse and rhyme, and make their own unique poetry out of days and weeks and years. I wish our songs would define us, our words bring us together, and our differences be set aside for at least one moment where we get to sing out that love song fearlessly to the rest of the world. I wish our lyrics would save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;for little pink tutus and subway rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, my sleepy honey bunnies, what do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wish for this week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekly-wishes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SXeFf_ELghI/AAAAAAAAAR4/82cY7N9-fUA/s72-c/wishes.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-5398735422383939921</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-17T17:35:43.828-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">currently digging</category><title>Currently Digging - Zombie Edition!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW_0N9gQQxI/AAAAAAAAARw/CGF4Lo1ByDg/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW_0N9gQQxI/AAAAAAAAARw/CGF4Lo1ByDg/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291716607868945170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sameli/486472305/"&gt;Sameli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Through a curious twist of fate, this past week has been completely zombie-crazed in the land of Penelope, from video games to movies to backyard shenanigans. So much so, in fact, that when it came time to compile my Currently Digging list for the week, I found that more than half of my digs were somehow zombie-related. So this week's Currently Digging is going to be a little special and themed all around those lovable undead folks that fill our hearts with joy and hunger for our brains. That's right, bunnies - this week, I'm digging zombies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zombies! Organize!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This Le Tigre-esque electroclash band has to be one of the best groups that's ever come out of the North-of-Miami music scene, and not just because they based their entire first album off of the 1985 movie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Return of the Living Dead&lt;/span&gt;. Their songs are funky and  charming, throwing dirt in the face of the classic "social-commentary-through-music" and doing things their own way - the zombie way. Their entire album, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before It's Too Late&lt;/span&gt;,  can be downloaded for free off of their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/zombiesorganize"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;just to top things off, so go give them a listen right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zombi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard this movie called pretty much everything, from Zombie Flesh-Eaters to Island of the Flesh Eaters to Gli Ultimi Zombi to just plain old Zombie, but whatever you want to call it, it's still a fantastically gory and all around thrilling Italian horror flick that has to linger near the top of my zombie flick list. It's not for the feint of heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x7frwx"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x7frwx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sameli/486472305/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;In the past few weeks this game has somehow become the center of my life - and I don't even have an Xbox 360 (or a PC!) Never played it? Never heard of it? You're missing out! The plot-line is simple: an infection à-la the Rage Virus from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/span&gt; has conquered man-kind, turning most into zombies and some into special mutated beasts. Few are left alive and intact, and it's your job as one of these survivors to band together with others of your kind to fight through these hoards of the undead and find rescue. I don't think I could ever possibly explain how amazing this game is, especially for a zombie-lover like myself, so I urge you to experience it first hand! Have a zombie apocalypse party! Invite all of your closest friends over! Battle it out in the high-octane landscape of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left 4 Dead&lt;/span&gt; all night and see who comes out on top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Formulating a zombie escape plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always a good idea to be prepared, but this &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=19797125"&gt;Zombie Escape Plan notebook&lt;/a&gt; really makes preparing for the zombie apocalypse pretty stylish, too! Filled with all kinds of useful information such as maps, guides, and excerpts from medical textbooks, you've got just about everything you could possibly need in case the worst were to happen - plus, there's lots of empty space to write your own escape routes and supply lists down, too! Remember what Winston Churchill said: let our advance worrying become advance thinking and planning. (Who knows - he could have been talking about the zombie apocalypse!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ 28 Days Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;What I think is so incredible about this movie is that it's one of the first to change two specific things about zombies and the way zombie movies are made: first, the Infected can run. They're not slow or dim-witted à-la Romero zombies, but instead are as quick and agile as any other human being, infected or not. They can think, reason, and they know the most effective way to get what they want which is a trait that most other writers don't give to their undead stars. And second, the movie in itself doesn't follow one straggler band of survivors the whole movie through, only telling their story, but instead conquers the bigger picture of what's going on within the government and military to keep the Infected contained - to keep the world safe. Granted, the end result of their efforts isn't very cheery, but it sure makes for one great movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ NYC Zombie Crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rem first turned me on to this super-cool event after he watched the madness unfold last year, and I have to admit that it sounds like pure, unbridled fun. Basically, every year folks from all over the city dress up like zombies and have a "crawl" from one location to another. Last year, they crawled through the Whole Foods at Union Square to pick up canned goods for the Zombie Can Drive for World Hunger (which I think is a wonderfully noble, if not ironic cause), and then proceeded to Washington Square Park for what can only be describe as a "zombie massacre". This years festivities are still in the making, but the &lt;a href="http://www.backseatconceptions.com/nyc_zombiecrawl/nyc_zombie_crawl_opening.htm"&gt;NYC Zombie Crawl&lt;/a&gt; website is updated regularly and you can join their mailing list to participate in 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/currently-digging-zombie-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW_0N9gQQxI/AAAAAAAAARw/CGF4Lo1ByDg/s72-c/Picture+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-4053768152122258946</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T17:12:34.226-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lifestyle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">how to</category><title>How To Make Fabulous New Years Resolutions (And Keep Them!)</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW9x102ksOI/AAAAAAAAARg/iRmOC1HjoPs/s1600-h/Reso.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW9x102ksOI/AAAAAAAAARg/iRmOC1HjoPs/s400/Reso.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291573256718168290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonjour 2009! The new year may already be in full swing the whole world round, but to those hoping to make some changes to their life, it's never too late to make New Years Resolutions. What do you want to get out of this sparkling new year? Who do you want to meet? What changes do you want to make? If you haven't already, resolve to tweak your life and change it for the better, and for those who need a little help with coming up or keeping resolutions, here are a few simple tips to help you get the most out of two-oh-oh-nine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Picking Your Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Focus on the small stuff! Improvement means taking baby steps, so in order to conquer those huge, long-term resolutions try to break your action plan into pieces. If your goal is to lose weight, make your resolution to take a yoga class or try a vegetarian diet. If you want to get rid of excess stress, resolve to take a big pink bubble bath at least once a week. Making your resolution as specific as possible will make it easier to attain, as well as twice as fun! Remember, resolutions aren't obligations - there's nothing stopping you from making them enjoyable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Tips For Sticking To Your Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While making resolutions is easy, actually keeping them seems to be a little bit trickier. First and foremost, if your resolutions involve long term goals, then only make one or two at a time. Any more than that and you're bound to get overwhelmed at some point and permanently slip up, so the bigger the resolution the fewer you should have. Most importantly, though,  it's essential to remember that it's okay to fall off the bandwagon! Don't beat yourself up if you break your resolution once or twice - just work twice as hard to meet your goal! It's statistically proven that people who break their resolution within the first six weeks are more than twice as likely to reach their goal in the long run. Take it one day at a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ Resolutions to Make 2009 Fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn to play an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick up anything from the electric guitar to the tuba and learn to play at least one full song on it, even if it's just Hot Crossed Buns. Who knows, maybe your undiscovered talent lies in playing the ukulele or the trombone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ Keep a journal and fill it with tiny kisses from each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days are too short and sometimes in the madness of day-to-day life we forget the small moments that made the time between sun-up and sun-down so great. Buy a tiny journal like &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/tools/99a5/?cpg=froogle"&gt;Moleskine's mini notebooks&lt;/a&gt; and fill them with at least one moment from every day that made you break out in a smile. Capture the kisses of each day that would otherwise pass you by so that by the end of the year you'll have a complete ledger of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fqco8bRd5KI&amp;amp;hl=en&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/Fqco8bRd5KI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick up a strange hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my close friends, as seen above, is an insane yo-yoer who somehow managed to pick up all of these incredible tricks in just a six month period. Through this strange and curious hobby, he's discovered an entire yo-yo subculture that thrives off of loud music, cool tricks, and video proof of it all. It just goes to show you that you can pick up just about anything in a mere six months! (Plus, you get to look super cool while practicing all of your tricks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read a book, learn a new language, take a night class, attend a lecture - do one thing different and see what you learn from it! Be willing to try new things and open your mind to the possibilities that it can incur! If you've never had sushi before, trek to the nearest Japanese restaurant for dinner. If you've never seen Star Wars, rent all six and have a movie marathon in your living room. If you've never been out of the country, put some money aside and start buying the travel books for your dream vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Become an expert at something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect your skills at something you've always wanted to be great at, whether it be playing Tetris or C++ coding. If you're super brave, try taking on something completely new that you've never tried before and try to become a master at it by the time 2010 rolls around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW-yXiInVpI/AAAAAAAAARo/rXkxb7TLUjc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW-yXiInVpI/AAAAAAAAARo/rXkxb7TLUjc/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291644204553295506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7421187127026107644&amp;amp;postID=4053768152122258946"&gt;Jenny Holiday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get organized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expunge all unnecessary clutter from you life - it'll make you feel so much better in the long run! Clean out your closet, rearrange the furniture, paint the walls a new color, and have a stoop sale. Clear a path for the new you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open yourself up to the possibility of making new friends and get to know those brief acquaintances a little better, too. Introduce yourself to strangers with funny hats, ask those distant friends of yours out for coffee, make it your goal to shake hands with everybody at a party, or just strike up a conversation on a whim! Everybody out there has something to contribute to your life - make it your goal to welcome all of those contributions with open arms and give something back to your new friends' lives, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ Write a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit down and finally write that Great American Novel you've been planning since high school. Buy a sleek pink typewriter, brew a cup of coffee, and get to work right away creating your sci-fi dreamworld or film noir heartland or 20th century prairie or lavender-scented French countryside. Looking for an even bigger challenge? November is &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;National Novel Writing Month&lt;/a&gt; - a time when brave writers  from all over the world push themselves to churn out an entire 50,000 word novel in 30 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-make-fabulous-new-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW9x102ksOI/AAAAAAAAARg/iRmOC1HjoPs/s72-c/Reso.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421187127026107644.post-3219994663806994505</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T10:06:49.425-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cocoa</category><title>Back In Action!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW9Qqf74MvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aGdFw17RyNw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW9Qqf74MvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aGdFw17RyNw/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291536778240996082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/momentscaptured/2839809241/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dropping off the face of the Earth for a little over a month, I'm pleased to announce that the fabulous Miss Penelope Bat is back in action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know what everyone's thinking - where exactly have I been? First and foremost, let me deeply apologize for my unannounced leave of absence. A lot of things contributed to it, namely the rush of the holidays, a massive work-load from art school, and a pressing need to sit down and reorganize my life. Everybody has times like those, times where everything just comes crashing down at once and you suddenly can't find the time to do the things that you really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to be doing, but I've done a bit of prioritizing and Cocoa has miraculously come out on top. I really can't tell everyone how sorry I am that I backed away like I did - Cocoa really does mean a lot to me, probably more than a sleepy little blog should, and I know that you amazing folks do enjoy reading regularly. I'm so crushed that I've let you down so I'm going into overdrive mode right now to make it up to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my challenge to everyone who's still reading: drop me a line and tell me what you stunning go-go girls want to see more of! What direction do you want Cocoa to go in from here? Do you want more dazzling daily inspiration? More fabulous fashion madness? More far-fetched fairy tales? More alluring advice? Cocoa is yours, bunnies! Where do YOU want to go with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hellococoa.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-action.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Penelope)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_avGoLIQazuE/SW9Qqf74MvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aGdFw17RyNw/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
