<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:14:03.260-05:00</updated><category term='Blog on the Run'/><category term='Courtesy'/><category term='AAF'/><category term='Job'/><title type='text'>Post Art Grad</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-7013160326174477479</id><published>2010-06-15T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:50:35.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In 3D</title><summary type='text'>What's up with the unnecessary 3D movies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7013160326174477479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-3d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7013160326174477479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7013160326174477479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-3d.html' title='In 3D'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-5525944173188456849</id><published>2010-05-06T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:43:40.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AAF'/><title type='text'>AAF I love Brooklyn Party</title><summary type='text'>Well...I can't say I was actually at the party, since I wasn't. I was down 2 floors in the art storage area, monitoring what comes in and what leaves. Ohh. I was also sorting and counting tickets and purchase slips.I really didn't get to attend the party. No wine, no snacks nothing. I did get to sit down which is immensely better then my paying job at uniqlo. Standing and dealing with rude and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/5525944173188456849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/05/aaf-i-love-brooklyn-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/5525944173188456849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/5525944173188456849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/05/aaf-i-love-brooklyn-party.html' title='AAF I love Brooklyn Party'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-8120590187101986446</id><published>2010-05-05T10:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:43:27.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AAF'/><title type='text'>Affordable Art</title><summary type='text'>So...This week is the Affordable Arts Fair in NYC. Its a venue for people who might normally be intimidated by art and its price to come and see contemporary art from galleries all over the world. They come and learn and maybe even buy something. The price ranges from $100 to $10,000. http://www.aafnyc.com/I'm working the fair this week as a Fair Assistant. Stay tuned for my tales from the fair.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8120590187101986446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/05/affordable-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/8120590187101986446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/8120590187101986446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/05/affordable-art.html' title='Affordable Art'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-2092952159771027726</id><published>2010-01-13T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:52:14.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Job</title><summary type='text'>Ok.So it has been one full week since I started working in retail again. It had been 1 full year and about 3 months since I had a paying job. Finally bills can be paid. I don't really know what to say about the new job. Its a job. I wake up, I take the train, I stand up, I walk around and smile and say; "Hi, How are you?" ALOT. Its required, it like second nature. I don't even think about it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2092952159771027726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/2092952159771027726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/2092952159771027726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2010/01/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-2416357557974110371</id><published>2009-12-01T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:29:23.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is A Winner???</title><summary type='text'>Let's make a list.An unbiased list of active qualities that makes a winner, that's our goal.I'll start.1. One who has a career or job they enjoy.2. One who has a suffient amount of sex to satisfy them (as we now this is subjective).3. One who can support themselves (i.e. rent, bills, food).4. One who is living with a phonebook of people that actually call (if you have a name in your phonebook of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2416357557974110371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/2416357557974110371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/2416357557974110371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-winner.html' title='What is A Winner???'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-1054183190879466671</id><published>2009-11-30T16:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:31:01.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><summary type='text'>Another...Yes. I got another rejection email. I've started to gather them into one place, so I made a folder in my email account. However, this only includes the ones that were not already thrown away or that came in the physical mail. I realize this may not seem productive but it keeps me having a purpose. I'm making even my rejections emails a sort of collection. Maybe I'll make something out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1054183190879466671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/rejection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/1054183190879466671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/1054183190879466671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-1499132562326738300</id><published>2009-11-28T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:39:24.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Drama</title><summary type='text'>I love it.Have you ever just sat and watched Japanese drama. They are awesome. I started watching a few years ago after a began to watch Japanese anime in Japanese,  you know with subtitles. Although I'm not one of those subtitle snobs that say all anime is better in their original language with subtitles. I say its all better for me in the first language in which I saw it. Most of the time its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1499132562326738300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/japanese-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/1499132562326738300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/1499132562326738300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/11/japanese-drama.html' title='Japanese Drama'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-8747205020748767585</id><published>2009-08-20T14:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:56:46.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Statement of Purpose</title><summary type='text'>Grad School.Who would have thought a statement of purpose essay could cause headaches, heart palpitations and nightmares. It has for me. Its very hard to know what admissons committees are looking for in them and what you shouldn't mention at all. I know. I know. Just state the facts in a clear, cohesive and self identifyable way. But what does that mean. Should it be in my usual writing style? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/8747205020748767585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/statement-of-purpose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/8747205020748767585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/8747205020748767585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/statement-of-purpose.html' title='Statement of Purpose'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-2918026906286472325</id><published>2009-08-20T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:33:53.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><summary type='text'>timeby: Antoinette Joneswhat did he saywas he talking to mestaring, questioningnoticing the changesI answered him rightam I looking at himblah, blah, blahthere it goes againdo you have the time?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/2918026906286472325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/alone-by-antoinette-jones-poetrycom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/2918026906286472325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/2918026906286472325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/alone-by-antoinette-jones-poetrycom.html' title='Time'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-7636961023352064761</id><published>2009-08-03T14:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:01:50.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>I love this poem. Discovered it in high school.One thing I dont needBy: Ntozake Shangone thing i dont needis any more apologiesi got sorry greetin me at my front dooryou can keep yrsi dont know what to do wit emthey dont open doorsor bring the sun backthey dont make me happyor get a mornin paperdidnt nobody stop usin my tears to wash carscuz a sorryi am simply tiredof collectin                 i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7636961023352064761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7636961023352064761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7636961023352064761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/08/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-4275757066742532887</id><published>2009-07-31T11:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:47:07.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stipend</title><summary type='text'>                     Who knew?Many employers are not offering regular paid positions these days. The internship has become the thing. The thing to do until the economy breaks. They are usually unpaid "regular" positions. Most times you can get school credit with them filling out some papers but no pay. Then there are those special cases that have some sort of pay. Very few actually gives an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/4275757066742532887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/stipend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/4275757066742532887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/4275757066742532887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/stipend.html' title='Stipend'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbLOuVQgqM/SnMPeApkioI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1GR68stGNsE/s72-c/images-784376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-45386465887899905</id><published>2009-07-30T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:36:39.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><summary type='text'>Just sat down after coming in from my internship and taking off the outside. Ready to relax. No such luck. My mother just walked in and before anything else; Aren't you supposed to be at your intern?She asks, exactly that way. I just sat down. Give me a break. This is why a stall coming home, and why I left out the house yesterday at 7am going nowhere. I didn't have any appointments,  I just hid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/45386465887899905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/45386465887899905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/45386465887899905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-241139953344513938</id><published>2009-07-30T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:03:35.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Call</title><summary type='text'>Job HuntThese days its really difficult to find a job, so when you are scouring the job boards and find and open call its like a gift. Here's the scenario:You're on the internet searching for possible opportunities, actual jobs seems to be scarce and since you already have an internship you decide let's take a step into the past. Retail, visual merchandising and display styling, years of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/241139953344513938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-hunt-these-days-its-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/241139953344513938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/241139953344513938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/job-hunt-these-days-its-really.html' title='Open Call'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-7431720430301175474</id><published>2009-07-28T19:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:59:11.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog on the Run'/><title type='text'>Uptown C</title><summary type='text'>Really 6 E trains?Ok, so I exaggerate a bit. It was 4. Four E trains came and went at the stop I was waiting for my Uptown C. I realize the C train in both directions got the worst consumer rating this year in terms of quality of service but today just, Ugh!Usually the E and C trains going my way alternate. At most two E train would come and go, but today must have been special. I waited at that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7431720430301175474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/uptown-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7431720430301175474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7431720430301175474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/uptown-c.html' title='Uptown C'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbLOuVQgqM/Sm-HvV9CPSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QmM4n-i9i7o/s72-c/Photo_072809_002-729723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-1147224035950326258</id><published>2009-07-28T08:05:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:09:07.714-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courtesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog on the Run'/><title type='text'>Courtesy</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy.It's a simple concept that some people do not get. If the sidewalk is very narrow in a certain area and you can barely fit through chatting it up with your friend and someone is kind enough to move to the side as to let you pass easier, wouldn't the courteous thing to do be is to say thank you and move through that area in a as speedily a manner as possible. I don't mean you have to run </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/1147224035950326258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/courtesy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/1147224035950326258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/1147224035950326258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/courtesy.html' title='Courtesy'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864212614762095324.post-7783127936808327801</id><published>2009-07-27T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:57:52.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoidance</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever just tried to avoid anything?    That's the state I find myself in most days. Home is not home.    After moving back in with my mother so that it would be easier for me to complete school, it feels like I am regretting ever giving up working along with my own place. Initially I thought, great I can focus on finishing and not have to worry about having money to pay rent but it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/feeds/7783127936808327801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/avoidance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7783127936808327801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864212614762095324/posts/default/7783127936808327801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artgrad.blogspot.com/2009/07/avoidance.html' title='Avoidance'/><author><name>A Leashae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14910805438197512518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
