<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513</id><updated>2010-03-12T10:01:44.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Non-Dog Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Corgis Yoshi and Trek have their very own training diary (See the links section). This is for everything else.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/nondogblog.html'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.frap.org/atom.xml'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>390</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-2638942095284845763</id><published>2010-03-11T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:23:17.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplanned Weight Loss is Disconcerting</title><summary type='text'>I've been trying to lose another 5 pounds and i'm suddenly getting my wish and I'm not sure I'm at all happy about it.  I'm having one of those GI related problems (actually not the big D), and even though it's not particularly painful, the anxiety it causes has made me lose my appetite and I forget to eat.  I fortunately can eat and do when I remember to but I don't snack inbetween meals much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/2638942095284845763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=2638942095284845763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/2638942095284845763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/2638942095284845763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/03/unplanned-weight-loss-is-disconcerting.html' title='Unplanned Weight Loss is Disconcerting'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-5446371256683601748</id><published>2010-03-01T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:02:18.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting off the Value Pak junk mail list</title><summary type='text'>In my continuing quest to get off of junk mail lists.Valpak puts the removal instructions in the smallest type possible on their envelope.but the number they post 1-800-676-6878actually encourages you to use their website.Both methods are a complete pain, but seem to work.Entering the numbers listed after the phone number will get you to the removal part of the phone tree:1-800-676-6878, #, 2, 2,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/5446371256683601748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=5446371256683601748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/5446371256683601748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/5446371256683601748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/03/getting-off-value-pak-junk-mail-list.html' title='Getting off the Value Pak junk mail list'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-6758775891659150270</id><published>2010-02-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:22:27.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Costs of Can't Go Home Again</title><summary type='text'>I grew up in what I'm am just realizing now (funny how that works), a kid's paradise.  I had animals, property to run around on (and work on which I hated then of course), and an orange grove.It's gone now.  Gone the way of most orchards and the property now hosts Yorba Linda McMansions, which I peek at with Google Satellite views in Google Maps and Google Earth.  I truly and very literally can't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/6758775891659150270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=6758775891659150270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/6758775891659150270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/6758775891659150270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/02/hidden-costs-of-cant-go-home-again.html' title='The Hidden Costs of Can&apos;t Go Home Again'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-4113135194527218348</id><published>2010-02-21T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:20:10.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Carefully at my Sponsor's Skis</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when I finally notice something it seems so screamingly obvious, I wonder how I've been missing it for years.It was actually a snowboarder who pointed this out to me.  I'd been noticing that the snowboarders always seemed to be holding their boards up after a run while they waited for their score -  particularly showing the underside.  Then I noticed that one of the boarders was making </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/4113135194527218348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=4113135194527218348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/4113135194527218348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/4113135194527218348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/02/look-carefully-at-my-sponsors-skis.html' title='Look Carefully at my Sponsor&apos;s Skis'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-7473447496941834794</id><published>2010-02-18T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:47:39.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling the World to Compete with the Same Folks Again</title><summary type='text'>So I'm noticing this Olympics that I pretty much know most of the big names in skiing and snowboarding, and if you tune in even just a little in between Olympics you will recognize names.  Last year I wound up at Northstar and the weather was pretty miserable, so the only thing fun to do was go watch the snowboarding competition.  And tonight's snowboarding competition was pretty much a replay of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/7473447496941834794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=7473447496941834794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/7473447496941834794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/7473447496941834794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/02/traveling-world-to-compete-with-same.html' title='Traveling the World to Compete with the Same Folks Again'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-8879683196177619213</id><published>2010-02-15T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:52:14.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Keys on the Keyring?</title><summary type='text'>One excellent way to start a religious, superstition-laid argument is to ask how many keys should be on a automotive keyring - the idea was that if there was too much weight on it that the ignition switch could wear out. Well, pretty much a whole bunch of things we once knew about cars is now outdated.  The fastest way to stop a car with anti-lock brakes is not to carefully feather the brakes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/8879683196177619213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=8879683196177619213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8879683196177619213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8879683196177619213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/02/how-many-keys-on-keyring.html' title='How Many Keys on the Keyring?'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-3997205168084821165</id><published>2010-02-04T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:47:55.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Car is Not a Television</title><summary type='text'>Less so these days, but something that I still see is people locking/arming their car by pointing the keypad at the car, and of course the car (usually) dutifully responds, just like pointing the remote at the TV.  But the thing is your car is not a television.  TVs have infrared sensors that detect the signals from the remote.  Your car has no such sensors and imagine how crazy it would make you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/3997205168084821165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=3997205168084821165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/3997205168084821165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/3997205168084821165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/02/your-car-is-not-television.html' title='Your Car is Not a Television'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-1322212163586552423</id><published>2010-01-29T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:05:48.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Using an Avalanche Beacon to Locate another Beacon</title><summary type='text'>Avalanche Tranceivers and their use.As I do some research I'm noticing that specific details on avalanche rescue are a little scarce.  That may be deliberate as you really need to take a class, and practice practice, practice.  I'm going to focus specifically on exactly what I learned and am going to leave a lot of the other detail out.Tome of basics are listed here:http://beaconreviews.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/1322212163586552423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=1322212163586552423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1322212163586552423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1322212163586552423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/using-avalanche-beason-to-locate.html' title='Using an Avalanche Beacon to Locate another Beacon'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-1618709281383729442</id><published>2010-01-29T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:08:07.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weirdness of Minor Emotional Trauma</title><summary type='text'>I'm in a position I've never been in before, and it's pretty strange for me.Because the blog entries are individually searchable some redundant information first:I attended an avalanche class where to get to certain places I needed to ski on terrain that was beyond my skiing ability.I was basically in the position of having to either snowplow or side-slip down to where I needed to be and I also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/1618709281383729442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=1618709281383729442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1618709281383729442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1618709281383729442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/weirdness-of-minor-emotional-trauma.html' title='The Weirdness of Minor Emotional Trauma'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-6319319527461987018</id><published>2010-01-28T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:46:29.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Grieving</title><summary type='text'>Still reeling from my avalanche class.  I loved it but was put on terrain that was above my skill level and that seems to have messed me up some (though the class itself was great and I still need to write more about it in time.)Given how much trouble I had with skiing on difficult terrain and how I'm not willing to move to the mountains since my life is here and I like it and I pretty much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/6319319527461987018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=6319319527461987018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/6319319527461987018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/6319319527461987018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/snow-grieving.html' title='Snow Grieving'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-5747694444374472233</id><published>2010-01-27T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:49:51.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanch Course Pt I: Basic Overview</title><summary type='text'>I really do need to stop bemoaning my lack of skiing skills and start writing down what I actually learned which had nothing to do with skiing.The class held by the most fabulous Babes in the Backcountry (http://babesinthebackcountry.com)The instructor was actually one of the Avalanche Forecasters at Squaw which was quite the coup.It was aboutWhy do we need to learn about avalanches?In what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/5747694444374472233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=5747694444374472233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/5747694444374472233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/5747694444374472233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/avalanch-course-pt-i-basic-overview.html' title='Avalanch Course Pt I: Basic Overview'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-8821979687201549200</id><published>2010-01-26T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:22:49.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche Class - Some Sketchy Details</title><summary type='text'>I took a 4 day avalanche class in Tahoe and I'm still a bit reeling from it.the vague details are:I attended a 4 day avalanche course put on by Babes in the Backcountry (http://babesinthebackcountry.com) where the instructor is one of the Avalanche Forecasters at Squaw Ski resort.  this is actually multiple blog entries but in short.Drove to Tahoe in a storm (with chains)Spent part lecture time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/8821979687201549200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=8821979687201549200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8821979687201549200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8821979687201549200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/avalanche-class-some-sketchy-details.html' title='Avalanche Class - Some Sketchy Details'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-4960884358065343734</id><published>2010-01-17T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:45:08.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing: The Varying Shades of Blue</title><summary type='text'>Ski resorts use a colored system to grade their runsEasiest is a green circleIntermediate is a blue squareAdvanced is a black diamondExpert is a double black diamondI am an intermediate skier and I'm finding that there are many varying difficulties of blue.  In fact I've often seen described "easy blues" and "harder blues."  and the real trouble is that the degree of difficulty can vary on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/4960884358065343734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=4960884358065343734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/4960884358065343734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/4960884358065343734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/skiing-varying-shades-of-blue.html' title='Skiing: The Varying Shades of Blue'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-9123421074105393038</id><published>2010-01-13T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:47:49.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trader Joe's Quest</title><summary type='text'>I went by Trader Joes on a mission. We have some Trader Joes gift cards and Terri wanted to know if there was something special we could get. Do you know how much fun it is to walk in looking for something expensive?So right now$11 gets you 2 Dungeness crabs$13 gets you a large hunk of uncured ham (she's on her own there, but I dutifully reported it)$11-12+ gets you a significant quantity of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/9123421074105393038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=9123421074105393038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/9123421074105393038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/9123421074105393038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/trader-joes-quest.html' title='A Trader Joe&apos;s Quest'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-7305689163012855785</id><published>2010-01-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:52:53.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Callanish Stones follow-up - the Quest for Callanish V</title><summary type='text'>This is a follow up to my blog entry about the famous Callanish Stoneshttp://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/12/callanish-standing-stones.htmlI mentioned that while the main attraction was amazing, it's a total blast to locate some of the more obscure standing stones in the area that are associated with the main one ("Callanish I").  There are over 10 and the quest for Callanish V had us having a grand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/7305689163012855785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=7305689163012855785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/7305689163012855785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/7305689163012855785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/callanish-stones-follow-up-quest-for.html' title='The Callanish Stones follow-up - the Quest for Callanish V'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-4052011999984029888</id><published>2010-01-03T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:19:38.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Twenty Ten!</title><summary type='text'>2010 is Twenty Ten, not Two Thousand Ten.  (Someone alert They Might be Giants as we need a song like "Istanbul, not Constantinople") I don't know who decreed that (Emily Post Inc.?), but it's caught on and, if you think about it, it makes sense as it's how we always refer to dates in the past.How do you say 1972? Nineteen Seventy Two.When was the Norman Conquest?  In One thousand Sixty Six?  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/4052011999984029888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=4052011999984029888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/4052011999984029888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/4052011999984029888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/its-twenty-ten.html' title='It&apos;s Twenty Ten!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-8729608891062650127</id><published>2010-01-03T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:16:04.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inedible Bounty (of Oranges)</title><summary type='text'>In Sept, I was agonizing about what to do with my thriving orange tree that produces some seriously sour oranges:http://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/09/life-and-death-in-garden.htmlI haven't done anything with the tree as it's honestly not high enough of a priority, but when it calls attention to itself by having a huge crop of oranges that not even the squirrels  will eat (I found one on the thrown on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/8729608891062650127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=8729608891062650127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8729608891062650127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8729608891062650127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/inedible-bounty-of-oranges.html' title='Inedible Bounty (of Oranges)'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-1319851278344020868</id><published>2010-01-02T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:13:26.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Home Improvement Means Not Having Someone Else to Blame</title><summary type='text'>Like a lot of people, I and my partner at the time wanted to buy a house, but the ones we could afford were not in areas that we liked, so we took the time honored route of buying a fixer, and trading sweat equity in order to get into a nicer areaThat paid off handsomely, which was actually not the reason for this house purchase.  It's one of those emotional decisions that, for once, worked in my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/1319851278344020868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=1319851278344020868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1319851278344020868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1319851278344020868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/dyi-home-improvement-means-not-have.html' title='DIY Home Improvement Means Not Having Someone Else to Blame'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-2838509156399191683</id><published>2010-01-01T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:00:49.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmill Experiments</title><summary type='text'>Happy New YearSpent a couple of hours at the gym and surprisingly I recognized at lot of of the people there.  Guess it's going to take a little while for the New Year's Resolution Crowd to get here.I've been ill for the past few days so it was really nice to get out and moving.  First did my favorite: RPM which is a stationary bike class and is an invitation to try to kill yourself while cool </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/2838509156399191683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=2838509156399191683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/2838509156399191683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/2838509156399191683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2010/01/treadmill-experiments.html' title='Treadmill Experiments'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-5060830387843689639</id><published>2009-12-29T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:01:35.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Callanish Standing Stones</title><summary type='text'>I have a thing for rocks, and I've been happy to discover that there are a lot of people throughout history who have also had a thing for rocks. And having a thing for rocks and art done with stone leads one on all sorts of fun adventures.But it's not just rocks really. It's the people behind them. I love stone circles and other monuments and I love the things I learn along the way simply by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/5060830387843689639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=5060830387843689639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/5060830387843689639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/5060830387843689639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/12/callanish-standing-stones.html' title='The Callanish Standing Stones'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-2556796544773930143</id><published>2009-12-29T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:33:04.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Jump the Gun</title><summary type='text'>I don't know about other people, but when I start working out possible plans I totally jump in with too many feet way too early before I've had a chance to really think about it.  Then reality hits and those feet get cold.  This is annoying as it makes me look like a flake though I usually make myself follow through unless I have a really good reason.  This time I signed up for an avalanche </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/2556796544773930143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=2556796544773930143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/2556796544773930143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/2556796544773930143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/12/my-name-is-jump-gun.html' title='My Name is Jump the Gun'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-945485025767787467</id><published>2009-12-23T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:25:13.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not to Catch a Chicken</title><summary type='text'>If you watched the most recent season of Survivor (I love the scenery and I love fantasizing about being one of their puzzle/game designers which means I get hooked into the drama and I've stopped worrying about any psychological damage that that might create. :)ANYWAY, if you were watching this time you likely remember that a chicken escaped and there was much comedy of them trying to catch it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/945485025767787467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=945485025767787467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/945485025767787467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/945485025767787467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/12/how-not-to-catch-chicken.html' title='How Not to Catch a Chicken'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-1457448248316643850</id><published>2009-12-17T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:24:18.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loma Linda a Blue Zone?  More like a Smog Zone</title><summary type='text'>There's a book out talking about the "Blue Zones" which are areas where the population stays active and often lives to be 100 years old.Places like Okinawa, Japan and Sardinia, Italy are not surprising and they have been previously noted, but also mentioned is Loma Linda, California.Really?  I never could have predicted that.Loma Linda is located here:I've been there, it's not terribly notable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/1457448248316643850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=1457448248316643850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1457448248316643850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/1457448248316643850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/12/loma-linda-blue-zone-more-like-smog.html' title='Loma Linda a Blue Zone?  More like a Smog Zone'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-8119974821936437524</id><published>2009-12-17T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:23:49.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt Hood - One Man's Heroic Effort to Save His Friends</title><summary type='text'>The thing that drives me nuts about accidents where everyone involved dies is that there's a huge story that is doomed not to be told except by conjecture.There are enough clues in what we know so far about the most recent Mt. Hood tragedy to imply something dramatic happened.  On Friday Katie Nolan, Luke Gullberg,  and Anthony Vietti set off on a winter climb of Mt Hood in perfect conditions at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/8119974821936437524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=8119974821936437524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8119974821936437524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/8119974821936437524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/12/mt-hood-one-mans-heroic-effort-to-save.html' title='Mt Hood - One Man&apos;s Heroic Effort to Save His Friends'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035513.post-458252002808538244</id><published>2009-12-16T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:10:53.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locator Devices - Maybe it's Time for a Mandate on Mt. Hood</title><summary type='text'>[This is the second entry on this subject]So a friend and I were discussing devices to locate someone.  I was pointing out the limitations of Avalanche Transceivers, and she was suggesting the SPOT personal locator beacon (PLB) that uses GPS technology (http://findmespot.com others listed at:http://www.rei.com/category/40002203).  to be fair it's a lot more than just a PLB and you pay for that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/458252002808538244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035513&amp;postID=458252002808538244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/458252002808538244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035513/posts/default/458252002808538244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frap.org/Blog/2009/12/locator-devices-maybe-its-time-for.html' title='Locator Devices - Maybe it&apos;s Time for a Mandate on Mt. Hood'/><author><name>Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11862782112512996122'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>