<?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-5906437</id><updated>2011-08-30T19:58:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Like a Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>As someone with no qualms about sharing my thoughts with anyone within an earshot, I just might have a little too much fun with this.   

Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bob</name><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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-115360079491705376</id><published>2006-07-22T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:39:54.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Team!Over the past few years, I've become a much bigger sports fan.  I started to think about why that's so because only recently, I've realized how much more of a sports I am now than before.  There are several obvious moments that come to mind.  The more and more time I spend away from home (Boston), whatever feelings I have for homesickness may get sublimated in increasing excitement for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115360079491705376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=115360079491705376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115360079491705376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115360079491705376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/07/go-team-over-past-few-years-ive-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-115316527358016339</id><published>2006-07-17T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:55:15.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Films, films, films!1) Does film best tell the truth (Godard) or tell lies (De Palma) at 24 frames per second? They're both full of shit.  They should concentrate on making good movies not on spouting philosophical bullshit about their medium.2) Ideal pairing of actors/actresses to play on-screen siblings:  Jude Law, Joaquin Phoenix.3) Favorite special effects moment: Final scene of Boogie Nights</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115316527358016339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=115316527358016339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115316527358016339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115316527358016339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/07/films-films-films-1-does-film-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-115266124789047942</id><published>2006-07-11T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:41:31.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Advanced Global Personality Test Results    Extraversion |||||||||||||| 60%   Stability |||||||||||| 46%   Orderliness |||||| 30%   Accommodation |||||||||||| 50%   Interdependence |||||||||| 36%   Intellectual |||||||||||||||||| 76%   Mystical |||||||||| 36%   Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 83%   Religious |||||||||||| 50%   Hedonism |||||||||||||||| 63%   Materialism |||||||||||||||| 70%   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115266124789047942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=115266124789047942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115266124789047942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115266124789047942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/07/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-115266120121283591</id><published>2006-07-11T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:40:01.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  You are a   Social Liberal  (73% permissive)   and an...  Economic Liberal  (15% permissive)   You are best described as a: Socialist                     Link: The Politics Test  on Ok CupidAlso: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115266120121283591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=115266120121283591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115266120121283591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115266120121283591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-social-liberal-73-permissive.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-115185870664974223</id><published>2006-07-02T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:45:06.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What happened to Part II?Well, I got busy and by the time I wanted to finish writing about my trip to California, I wasn't up for it.  It was in the past.  Basically, I did my best conducting to date at this workshop.  The three teachers there,  all of whom have a strong influence on the hiring of new conductors in the country, felt that I had great knowledge of the score, strong musical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/115185870664974223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=115185870664974223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115185870664974223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/115185870664974223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-happened-to-part-ii-well-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-114948561378597588</id><published>2006-06-04T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:33:33.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trip to California - Part II've been busy graduating and stuff.  Stuff being preparing for a conducting workshop in Bakersfield, CA.  Here's what went down day by day.5/23 - At the last  minute, I got an early  ride into Chicago.  This meant that I had to find a place to stay at the last minute.  I ended up staying with a conductor friend who just won a big job in Winnipeg.  I got up early in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114948561378597588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=114948561378597588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114948561378597588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114948561378597588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/06/trip-to-california-part-i-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-114608012056107706</id><published>2006-04-26T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:35:20.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking gas prices.....I just found out the reason for the  most recent jump in gas prices.  Refineries are in the midst of switching from MTBE  to ethanol additives in gasoline.  Ethanol's cleaner but much more expensive to transport.  What I don't get is why are we in Illinois getting screwed?  We're surrounded by cornfields - the primary source for ethanol.  It's like when I was a vegetarian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114608012056107706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=114608012056107706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114608012056107706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114608012056107706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/04/fucking-gas-prices.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-114593712131954431</id><published>2006-04-24T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:52:01.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Allergic to the MidwestI've been having some major issues with allergies lately.  It's to the point where claritin doesn't even do the trick.  After 8-9 years of having little to no problems with allergies, it started to be an issue like never before once I moved to Illinois.  I never remember it being this bad. Through high school and my first year in college, I'd have seasonal issues with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114593712131954431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=114593712131954431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114593712131954431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114593712131954431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/04/allergic-to-midwest-ive-been-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-114413028259551356</id><published>2006-04-03T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:02:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idol WorshipToday, I went to a fascinating lecture on sacralization of chamber music in 19th Century London.   Sacralization of high art has been a fascinating topic for me because I strongly believe that this process has led to the decline of art music in America.  It keeps audiences away in droves.  Classical music is now suffering for its idol worship through both ideas and people involved.As </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114413028259551356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=114413028259551356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114413028259551356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114413028259551356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/04/idol-worship-today-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-114361053133982364</id><published>2006-03-28T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:35:31.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten FAVORITESTV show: Homicide, Sopranos, FrasierFlower: OrchidAlcohol: really fucking good wineMovie: Raging Bull, 8 1/2, Tampopo, Five Easy PiecesColor: brownSport: footballPhrase: muthafucka!Music:   anything that doesn't suck.Food: I'm all about umami.Seven FACTSHeight: 5'11"Hair color:  blackHair length: shortHair style: straightEye color: brownShoe size: 9Personality: pretty all over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114361053133982364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=114361053133982364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114361053133982364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114361053133982364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/03/ten-favorites-tv-show-homicide.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-114058996288530603</id><published>2006-02-22T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:24:47.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another copout - sorry.  Things are busy until Sunday.Four jobs you've had in your life: conductor, orchestra manager, waiter, stage manager.Four movies you could watch over and over: the Bourne movies, Raging Bull, 8 1/2, Tampopo.Four places you've lived: Baltimore, MD, Seoul, Korea, Urbana, IL, Norwood, MA.Four TV shows you love to watch: House, Without a Trace, The Sopranos, HomicideFour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114058996288530603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=114058996288530603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114058996288530603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114058996288530603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-copout-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-114025315436789044</id><published>2006-02-18T02:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:59:14.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back after a year hiatus.  To ease into things, here's something I stole from my best friend's wife' blog.10 Firsts: First Best Friend: David Jo - We ended up going to college together after being out of touch for 10 years.First Screen Name: Yoonarebbe(still haven't changed it)First Piercing: Not gonna happen....First Crush: Some girl who lived a few doors down from me in  Seoul - I forget </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/114025315436789044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=114025315436789044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114025315436789044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/114025315436789044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back-after-year-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-110911977897716027</id><published>2005-02-22T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:49:52.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>State Declares That My High School Sucks!I feel so vindicated!  Now here's official validation to my own misgivings about school.http://www.dailynewstranscript.com/localRegional/view.bg?articleid=51339&amp;format=</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110911977897716027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110911977897716027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110911977897716027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110911977897716027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/state-declares-that-my-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-110788210088997736</id><published>2005-02-08T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:01:40.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Double StandardHave you noticed how commonplace it has become for women in the media to mention how hot someone is?  Al Roker mentioned this double standard when his female cohosts could not stop talking about a guy.  My best friend here and I are dating two girls who have been best friends for the past 1 1/2 years.  They do it all the time.  Anytime I do it, I'm labeled as a pig.  So that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110788210088997736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110788210088997736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110788210088997736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110788210088997736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2005/02/double-standard-have-you-noticed-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-110686341684386004</id><published>2005-01-27T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:03:36.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the past ten years, there is one skill that I always could rely on - my writing skills.  That has started to deteriorate over the course of the last semester.  My solution?  More blogging!  I need to be writing regularly.  That is something I have gotten away from.  So this is my new new year's resolution.  I have a set of old resolutions that I keep on breaking.  Ok, time for a nap.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110686341684386004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110686341684386004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110686341684386004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110686341684386004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-past-ten-years-there-is-one-skill.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-110134268339730707</id><published>2005-01-01T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:24:46.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going Back to the Scene of the CrimeSo I begin my weeklong Thanksgiving break by leaving an hour and a half later than I wanted to, with not much of anything planned out. I especially didn't have a place to stay in Baltimore. I immediately try to rectify this matter by not letting my needle drop below 80MPH, and I frantically call all my friends in order to find a place to crash.I remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110134268339730707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110134268339730707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110134268339730707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110134268339730707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2005/01/going-back-to-scene-of-crime-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-110357565478851457</id><published>2004-12-20T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T20:09:33.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can see from the lack of posts as of late, I've been extremely busy. Well, I'm all done with my semester now. I can't believe how crazy and busy it got. I guess it'll be easiest to highlight stuff in reverse chronological order. First off, my first trip to the Midwest Band and Orchestra Clinic.....So every December in Chicago, The Hilton, the Congress, and the Palmer House Hotels get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110357565478851457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110357565478851457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110357565478851457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110357565478851457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/12/as-you-can-see-from-lack-of-posts-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-110143039913336858</id><published>2004-11-25T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T18:53:19.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NBA Brawl - Loss of Civility?No.....It's much worse than that.The brawl that took place in Michigan was wrong on so many levels that I don't even need to address it.  People are calling for a return to a more civilized era.  People are bemoaning the decline of values and morals.  Let me be the first to say that they're all wrong!I have written previously about how I feel about stuff like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110143039913336858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110143039913336858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110143039913336858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110143039913336858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/nba-brawl-loss-of-civility-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-110038859602514093</id><published>2004-11-13T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:29:56.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellish Weeks 3 and 4Umm.  I was going to write about my 3rd crazy week but I don't remember it.  I just finished my fourth, on very little sleep I might add(about 3-4 a night).  It began with three straight nights of working in a row, which isn't too bad but I found out that I had two exams coming up with no time to prepare for them.  I had two concerts during the week.  I stupidly agreed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110038859602514093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110038859602514093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110038859602514093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110038859602514093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/hellish-weeks-3-and-4-umm.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-110038728442544174</id><published>2004-11-13T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:08:04.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Witnessing Something GreatBeing in the presence of greatness is much like being in love.  You've realized that you've forgotten how wonderful of an experience it is.  If you need to think about it, then it's not great.  I have been fortunate enough to witness this twice in the last few months.  Baryshnikov came here to do an absolutely enchanting show about Christmas in the Stalinist times.  It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/110038728442544174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=110038728442544174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110038728442544174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/110038728442544174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/witnessing-something-great-being-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109954080305124609</id><published>2004-11-03T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T00:03:56.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despicable yet bold....So for the first time in years, someone asked me out on a date.  I was so flattered by the gesture that I didn't really give an answer.  Stupid me, I don't exchange E-mails or phone numbers.  I mulled over a few details and consulted with friends.  So after almost a week, someone comes up to me and asks me about it.  I've only told my best friends about the encounter so I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109954080305124609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109954080305124609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109954080305124609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109954080305124609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/11/despicable-yet-bold.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-109894114836987827</id><published>2004-10-27T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:25:48.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the Red Sox finally win a World Series after 86 year!  What does that mean to me?  It's a huge blow to that inferiority complex that has pervaded each of our lives.  At the risk of inciting controversy, I hostestly believe that we desrved such a wait.  Over the years, Bostonians have had much to atone for.  Like the Israelites, they needed to suffer and fully understand what they did wrong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109894114836987827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109894114836987827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109894114836987827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109894114836987827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-red-sox-finally-win-world-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109765341615444373</id><published>2004-10-13T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T22:08:29.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capoeira - or Pervasive evidence of the Stupidity of White FolkWarning - offensive material ahead, especially for you crackers out there. As an avid observer of history, I'm all for leveling the playing field culturally - anyone who knows my political views know this. While I think that affirmative action and all are good things to have, I think that the emphasis should be placed elsewhere. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109765341615444373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109765341615444373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109765341615444373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109765341615444373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/capoeira-or-pervasive-evidence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109693892063272011</id><published>2004-10-04T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T00:10:05.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Go, Cardinals!Here's hoping for a Red Sox-Cardinals World Series. I can actually make it to Game 3 if that happens being that I am only 2 hours away from St. Louis.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109693892063272011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109693892063272011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109693892063272011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109693892063272011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/lets-go-cardinals-heres-hoping-for-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-109680057746677915</id><published>2004-10-03T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T05:49:37.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost Carjacked....in Evanston, IL!!!!!Yeah, you heard me.  I spend the past five years in one of the most dangerous cities in the country never getting mugged or even harassed much.  I spend a few moments in a really nice area in Evanston, for those of you who don't know is where Nowrthwestern University's beautiful campus is located, and whammo!  I had to drop off a friend at someone's house</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109680057746677915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109680057746677915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109680057746677915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109680057746677915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/almost-carjacked.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109669676476146383</id><published>2004-10-02T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T00:59:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellish Week 2I still haven't resolved the assistantship issue.  This past week, my teacher left town after my lesson and I had to take over for him.  This meant leading rehearsals in Mahler's 5th Symphony and Beethoven's 4th Symphony.  I was basically shitting my pants for the Mahler even though I've been waiting for this day for a long time.  It was fun at times.  I also had two tests this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109669676476146383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109669676476146383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109669676476146383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109669676476146383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/hellish-week-2-i-still-havent-resolved.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109669615445740439</id><published>2004-10-02T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T00:49:14.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellish Week 1I haven't posted in a while because I've been so busy.  My first crazy week involved seven nights of working in a row while being a full time student.  I have to conduct at least twice a week and preparations for that takes up a bulk of my time.  In addition, I have to prepare for a lesson that occurs once a week.  On top of this, University of Illinois decided to try to become </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109669615445740439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109669615445740439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109669615445740439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109669615445740439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/10/hellish-week-1-i-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109521674705573913</id><published>2004-09-14T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T00:35:57.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Decide....So, I went grocery shopping at this place that's supposed to have the best prices. I had to pay a $.25 deposit in order to use a shopping cart. Just as I entered the store, nature called and vehemently demanded my immediate attention. I did not want to run the risk of losing my cart and thus, losing my $.25(yes, I'm that poor and stingy) so I resumed shopping. At a certain point, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109521674705573913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109521674705573913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109521674705573913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109521674705573913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109512307635080352</id><published>2004-09-13T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T19:51:16.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I am working as a stage manager for the Krannert Center for the Performing Arts as my assistantship. I got to meet Emmylou Harris and be her security guard. It's well worth it for the free tuition. On Sunday, I worked the Dan Zanes event. Dan Zanes is the bluegrass equivalent to Raffi but with Andy Warhol hair. It was basically little kids and their parents dancing around like mad. We were all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109512307635080352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109512307635080352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109512307635080352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109512307635080352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-i-am-working-as-stage-manager-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109468295770973284</id><published>2004-09-08T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T17:35:57.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I did something I've never done before. It's surprising considering how unremarkable of a first it is for me and only worth noting because it took so long. I finally got paid in my new setting and with my first day of conducting coming up, I felt like celebrating. I had a strong desire to have Korean food - a rare occurrence when I'm not back home - so I ended up going to an overpriced</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109468295770973284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109468295770973284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109468295770973284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109468295770973284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-night-i-did-something-ive-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-109414315070734820</id><published>2004-09-02T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:39:10.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BellsSo here's next most annoying thing about my school other than the fucking Dewey Decimal system.  They use bells to mark the end and the beginning of each period,  just like middle and high school.  I thought that the fact that we are now going to a fine institute of higher learning means that we have risen above mediocrity that is pervasive in American public schools and we don't have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109414315070734820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109414315070734820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109414315070734820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109414315070734820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/bells-so-heres-next-most-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109414256059818376</id><published>2004-09-02T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:29:20.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melville Dewey can Suck My Balls!The Universityof Illinois has one of the largest collection of books in the world - 10 million or so.  So why the fuck do these idiots use the fucking Dewey Decimal System?  Dewey was created as much simpler catalog system to the Library of Congress for smaller collections such as community and public school libraries.  I personally think that the types of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109414256059818376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109414256059818376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109414256059818376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109414256059818376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/melville-dewey-can-suck-my-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109390646351447639</id><published>2004-08-30T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T17:54:23.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My First Week in the MidwestSo far, things are going well.  No real culture shock yet.  People are very friendly.  My biggest fear was finding a group of people I can fit in with.  Being an intellectual is still one of my biggest vices and I assumed that people here were going to view intellectuals as elitists and treat them with disdain.  Not so, so far.  I can be laid back and I like how this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109390646351447639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109390646351447639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109390646351447639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109390646351447639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-first-week-in-midwest-so-far-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-109371697670925464</id><published>2004-08-25T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T13:20:00.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Long-Ass DriveI didn't explain the previous title. I had to stay an extra night in Baltimore(something I don't want to get into) so I ended up leaving at 11:30am on Sunday, the 22nd. I had to drive to DC in the morning in order to ship a bunch of boxes. I was afraid that I would hit a checkpoint and have to be searched. The Post Office is right by the Capitol. I unloaded six 45-65 lbs boxes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109371697670925464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109371697670925464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109371697670925464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109371697670925464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-long-ass-drive-i-didnt-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109371542861548841</id><published>2004-08-23T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T12:50:28.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Last Night(er, Nights) in Baltimore I chose August 21 as the day I was going to move so the Friday before would be my last night.  I had so many errands to do, many people to see before I leave.  I started off with all the mundane shit we all like to put off.  I just plowed through the packing of all the boxes and the requisite cleaning.  I had bags of clothes I wanted to donate so I went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109371542861548841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109371542861548841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109371542861548841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109371542861548841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-last-nighter-nights-in-baltimore-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109278993653931593</id><published>2004-08-17T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T21:20:34.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final Trip to DCLast Saturday, I make one last trip to DC in order to come closer to going through my checklist that I posted earlier.  I'm really poor right now so thank God almost everything was free.  I started at the Kenilworth Aquatic Gardens and Marsh.  They cultivate water lilies, lotuses, and stuff.  I wish the weather was better but what an exotic collection of plants!  As a Buddhist, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109278993653931593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109278993653931593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109278993653931593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109278993653931593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/final-trip-to-dc-last-saturday-i-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109225508757954769</id><published>2004-08-11T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T15:11:27.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are a few things I haven't been able to do.  I missed Preakness yet again.  I would like to go before I feel that I am too old to enjoy such an event.  I also wanted to come to DC in order to go ice skating in the Sculpture Garden.  I walked past it once and it looked like a lot of fun, the atmosphere was ideal, and I've had this urge to go skating after a 12 year hiatus.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109225508757954769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109225508757954769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109225508757954769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109225508757954769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/there-are-few-things-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109225489800481744</id><published>2004-08-11T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T19:27:07.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After many months, I finally got my car back from my mechanic. He's great but he keeps on giving me moonshine and I don't know what to do with it all. I drove straight to D.C. I wanted to knock off a couple of places off my list, but I spent too much time looking for parking. I decided on the National Archives.National Archives is like America's version of the Sistine Chapel. You spend more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109225489800481744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109225489800481744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109225489800481744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109225489800481744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/after-many-months-i-finally-got-my-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109200159206148219</id><published>2004-08-08T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T16:46:32.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Power Plant LiveThe Power Plant Live wasn't on my list but it's one of those places that young Baltimoreans feel obliged to check out at least once.  The opportunity presented itself on my friend's birthday.  After a very filling meal at Uno's, we proceeded to our first stop at the Power Plant - Howl at the Moon, a dueling piano bar.  I have heard so much about it.  There are two pianists </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109200159206148219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109200159206148219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109200159206148219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109200159206148219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/power-plant-live-power-plant-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-109190894499326454</id><published>2004-08-07T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T16:23:11.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A FirstA friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go out on a former student's sailboat. The only obstacle was that I was scheduled for work. I did something I've never done before - I called in sick. We drove to Annapolis and saw the beautiful 30 foot catamaran in which we were about to spend the better part of the day.  The weather was perfect.  Food and beer were plentiful.  The company was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109190894499326454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109190894499326454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109190894499326454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109190894499326454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-friend-of-mine-asked-me-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109173735734066015</id><published>2004-08-05T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T15:22:37.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Moment of the WeekA friend of mine was teaching lessons.  One of her students is a quite problematic prodigy.  Everyone has to sign in for each lesson.  The student decided to sign in using my name.  When confronted about it, she mentioned that she just made up the name on the spot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109173735734066015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109173735734066015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109173735734066015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109173735734066015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/weird-moment-of-week-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109173563229982075</id><published>2004-08-05T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T14:56:07.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like other left-leaning cities, Baltimore has a vocal segment of the population that is against corporations taking over the city. People are afraid that family owned businesses will suffer greatly from gentrification. While that is a valid concern, why do I see way too many vacant storefronts downtown? A lot of these businesses aren't worth saving. O'Malley's getting a lot of flak for wooing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109173563229982075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109173563229982075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109173563229982075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109173563229982075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/like-other-left-leaning-cities.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109140310849084344</id><published>2004-08-01T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:31:48.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Counting the DaysNow that I have at most, two more weeks in this area, I made a list of places to go to, things to do before I leave here.  I'll update you on how things are going.Ladew GardensSherwood GardensFort McHenryBasilicaGreat Blacks in Wax MuseumCorcoran GalleryLibrary of CongressNational ArchivesNational CathedralJewish Museum(Baltimore and DC)Kenilworth Aquatic Gardens</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109140310849084344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109140310849084344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109140310849084344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109140310849084344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/08/counting-days-now-that-i-have-at-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109132238549575212</id><published>2004-07-31T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T20:06:25.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you, cock wipe!An incident that happened at work made me think of one of my best friends from college.  There's a convention in town, I don't know exactly what but it has to do with anime and other fetish friendly Asian cultural imports.  So the saute chef from work starts asking me about it.  "Why all them Orientals and Oriental-wannabes be running around town for?"  Instead of being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109132238549575212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109132238549575212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109132238549575212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109132238549575212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/thank-you-cock-wipe-incident-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109104300628846155</id><published>2004-07-28T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T15:33:25.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carlos KleiberWhenever people asked me who the greatest conductor alive is, there was one simple answer - Carlos Kleiber.  As of July 13, 2004, this question has been much more difficult to answer.  Kleiber, the son of another great conductor, Erich Kleiber, passed away after a long illness.  His recordings and videos reminded us why we became musicians and what we need to strive for. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109104300628846155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109104300628846155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109104300628846155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109104300628846155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/carlos-kleiber-whenever-people-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109104162702378887</id><published>2004-07-28T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:07:07.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael MooreDoes anyone else think that the father on Family Guy looks just like Michael Moore?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109104162702378887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109104162702378887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109104162702378887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109104162702378887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/michael-moore-does-anyone-else-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109104147926856096</id><published>2004-07-28T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:04:39.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, stupid me.  It took this long to figure out how to allow viewers to add comments so bring em on!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109104147926856096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109104147926856096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109104147926856096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109104147926856096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-stupid-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109098151521537111</id><published>2004-07-27T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T22:31:29.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Growing up in America Led Me to Become a SnobMy dad announced one day that he got a promotion and we'll all be moving to America.  I said, "Ok.  Is that where Sesame Street and Land of the Lost come from?"  I don't even remember being sad about moving, losing all my friends, being away from the rest of our family.  My friends weren't sad either.  "Cool!", they all said.  Here's everything I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109098151521537111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109098151521537111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109098151521537111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109098151521537111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/how-growing-up-in-america-led-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109078964720420327</id><published>2004-07-25T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T16:07:27.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear of Getting DumberFor the past five years I've had this growing fear of becoming dumber as the years go by.  I feel that I burn out faster, my memory isn't as reliable, I can't write as well as I used to and I suck more and more at puzzles and such.  I've noticed more pronounced deterioration of intelligence in a lot of my friends once we graduated from college and my greatest fear was that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109078964720420327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109078964720420327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109078964720420327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109078964720420327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/fear-of-it-is-bit-scary-knowing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109070389426797264</id><published>2004-07-24T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T16:18:14.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Rule I will no longer become close to or even worse, become involved with a girl whose closest friends annoy the shit out of me and garner no respect from me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109070389426797264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109070389426797264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109070389426797264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109070389426797264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-rule-i-will-no-longer-become-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109070163620546564</id><published>2004-07-23T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T16:20:01.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mahler's Ninth Symphony I've been playing a musical instrument for 23 years now. Even before then, music has always been a part of my life. Something happened nine years ago that helped solidify my love for music and redefined my passion for it, ultimately leading me to pursue music as a career. This, apparently, happens to everyone who has a more than casual interest in Western art music - You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109070163620546564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109070163620546564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109070163620546564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109070163620546564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/mahlers-ninth-symphony-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109061422005501506</id><published>2004-07-23T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T16:38:25.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New Favorite Piece What caused me to write about the Mahler symphony was the fact that after nine years, I now have a new favorite piece, something that moves me just as much.  I've been looking for a good recording of Schoenberg's Verklarte Nacht and I found one with one of my favorite conductors, Jascha Horenstein.  I've been listening to it every day - it's become a ritual.  The only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109061422005501506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109061422005501506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109061422005501506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109061422005501506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-new-favorite-piece-what-caused-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109052925667852970</id><published>2004-07-22T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T14:51:02.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tea Being a Korean Buddhist, drinking tea has always been part of my life.  Tap water in Korea wasn't drinkable but the easiest way to make it drinkable was making a barley tea call boricha.   It's not surprising that we drank this stuff everyday in Korea.  We continued to do so several years into living in America.  Our family always had a love for oolong tea, especially the top grade, hand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109052925667852970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109052925667852970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109052925667852970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109052925667852970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/tea-being-korean-buddhist-drinking-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109038044346109283</id><published>2004-07-20T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T15:32:42.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in the Day, My Ass   I'm sick and tired of hearing about how much better things were in the past.  It's total bullshit.  Enduring such assertions pisses me off to no end.  In reality, things usually stay the same.  Sometimes, there are spurts when things go really well(Renaissance) or things go really bad(Dark Ages).  Sometimes, like say the Middle Ages, things go really well for some(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109038044346109283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109038044346109283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109038044346109283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109038044346109283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/back-in-day-my-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109037632862112109</id><published>2004-07-20T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:32:57.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movies that are Better that the Book   We all know that no one can ruin a great book better than Hollywood.  Take Lolita and Great Gatsby, for example.  Every once in a while, a movie is as good.  What's rare is a movie that exceeds the book.  Here are my picks: Godfather /Godfather  II Some people call Mario Puzo's book to be one of the greatest novels of the 20th Century.  I'm not quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109037632862112109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109037632862112109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109037632862112109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109037632862112109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/movies-that-are-better-that-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-109027052740338551</id><published>2004-07-19T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:03:58.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I'll Miss About Baltimore   As much as it does pale in comparison to other East Coast cities, I'll miss living Baltimore.  It has a very identifiable character that a city like DC doesn't possess.  "Making it" in a city like Baltimore seems much more manageable due to its size and how centralized all the power and influence is.  If you exert the effort, you'll get to know the city fairly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/109027052740338551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=109027052740338551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109027052740338551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/109027052740338551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-ill-miss-about-baltimore-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-108934578313466796</id><published>2004-07-08T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T23:15:11.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something Like Procrastination.Oh the irony!  There are a few reasons I started this blog.  Some friends wondered aloud what my blog would be like and more importantly, I am the king of procrastinating.  I couldn't think of a better way to procrastinate than to keep a blog.  Due to a combination of being exceedingly busy and deferring my procrastination, you get the paucity of quotes you see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/108934578313466796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=108934578313466796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/108934578313466796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/108934578313466796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/07/something-like-procrastination.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-108060752213913815</id><published>2004-03-29T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T18:48:56.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newly Discovered Cool WebsiteI found this through a link on youareanassclown.com.  Very funny.  Has the funniest quote I've read in a while: When I say this game is hard, I mean hard like nipples-on-a-blind-lesbian-in-a-fish-market hard. Enjoy:http://maddox.xmission.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/108060752213913815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=108060752213913815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/108060752213913815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/108060752213913815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/03/newly-discovered-cool-website-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-107948721389449974</id><published>2004-03-16T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T19:36:51.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boston to Baltimore Conversion Table Part OneIf you're a Bostonian moving to or visiting Baltimore, here's a conversion table to help make the transition easier.MallsDedham - Security SquareBurlington - White MarshArsenal - Towson Town CenterCopley Place - GalleriaAtrium - Cross KeysTaunton Outlets - Arundel MillsSouth Shore Plaza - Owings MillsNeighborhoodsBrookline/Newton - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/107948721389449974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=107948721389449974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107948721389449974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107948721389449974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/03/boston-to-baltimore-conversion-table.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-107594326292245479</id><published>2004-02-04T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:10:03.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wine of the MomentPier delle Vigne - 1993 Puglia, Italy - Aglianico, MontepulcianoSince my postings are so sporadic, "moment" seems much more appropriate that "week".  When I was first introduced to the Southern Italian grape, it was referred to as the poor man's barolo.  It kind of tastes like an Amarone or a ripasso.  It certainly doesn't taste like it's $6.99!  Anyways, here's to my first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/107594326292245479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=107594326292245479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107594326292245479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107594326292245479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/02/wine-of-moment-pier-delle-vigne-1993.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-10759429845400319</id><published>2004-02-04T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:05:25.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear of Leaving the Comforts of Urban LifeI have a bunch of auditions coming up.  There's a good chance that I'll be moving away from Baltimore.  Two of the choices scare me: Urbana, IL and Muncie, IN.  I have never been more than 1/2 hour away from a big city.  I was born in one of the largest cities in the world - Seoul, Korea.  I then moved to Paramus, NJ and to Lincoln Park, NJ - both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/10759429845400319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=10759429845400319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/10759429845400319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/10759429845400319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/02/fear-of-leaving-comforts-of-urban-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-107576217594377251</id><published>2004-02-02T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:51:53.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Gillette Mach 3 RazorEver since my Panasonic electric shaver was stolen during my move back in August, curiosity and economic necessity copelled me to try disposable razors for the first time.  I thought back to when the Mach 3 first came out and they had this extremely provocative commercial that made shaving with this razor to be better than sex.  Some of my friends confirmed it.  Now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/107576217594377251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=107576217594377251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107576217594377251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107576217594377251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/02/gillette-mach-3-razor-ever-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-107576107483993580</id><published>2004-02-02T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:33:32.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funniest movies:Being John MalkovitchStardust MemoriesMighty AphroditeDeconstructing HarryKentucky Fried MovieGhost DogWhite Men Can't JumpSouthpartFlirting with DisasterSullivan's TravelsGood MorningTop SecretSleeperBig LewbowskiDuck SoupThere's Something about MaryThe Discreet Charm of the BourgeosisDr Strangelove</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/107576107483993580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=107576107483993580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107576107483993580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107576107483993580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/02/funniest-movies-being-john-malkovitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-107576097158663192</id><published>2004-02-02T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:31:49.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favorite MoviesAbsolute Favorites:8 1/2Raging BullEight Easy PiecesThe Rest:2001Wild StrawberriesBeing John MalkovitchAmadeusUn Chien AndalouWhat's Up Tiget LilyIkiruDecalogueMagnificent AmbersonsLola MontesHannah and her SistersManhattanAnnie HallViridianaStardust MemoriesMighty AphroditeDeconstructing HarrySeven SamuraiRanMadadayoUgetsuDead Man WalkingMuch Ado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/107576097158663192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=107576097158663192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107576097158663192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/107576097158663192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2004/02/favorite-movies-absolute-favorites-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106823339469246082</id><published>2003-11-07T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:39:53.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baltimore - The City that SucksAs a follow-up to my piece about Boston, I'd like to write about the city I've called home for the past 4 1/2 years, Baltimore, MD.  Let's start with the good stuff - Low rent, good orchestra, exciting football team, nice baseball stadium, nice inner harbor, some good restaurants.  Other than that, this town sucks major ass.We barely have half a million citizens</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106823339469246082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106823339469246082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106823339469246082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106823339469246082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106816833920831489</id><published>2003-11-06T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:42:22.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wine of the WeekMarchesi di Barolo Cannubi Barolo -  1990 Piemonte, Italy - Nebbiolo It's only 13 years old but it was completely ready.  Beautiful nose,very long finish.  Surprisingly little tannins.  A little spice, dried herbs, extremely smooth.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106816833920831489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106816833920831489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106816833920831489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106816833920831489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106816770720147999</id><published>2003-11-06T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T12:57:15.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favorite Websiteswww.mrcranky.com - Mr. Cranky is a film critic who basically bashes every movie that comes out.  He updates the sight every Friday and I always laugh my ass off.   Some of the funniest stuff I've ever read.  Favorites include I am Sam, Elmo in Grouchland, The Tigger Movie, The Adventures of Pluto Nashyouareanassclown.com - A site started by some friends of mine.  It picks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106816770720147999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106816770720147999' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106816770720147999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106816770720147999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2003/11/favorite-websites-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906437.post-106738344742586953</id><published>2003-10-28T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T17:28:39.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very Funny Ebay auctionhttp://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=3146042998</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106738344742586953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106738344742586953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106738344742586953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106738344742586953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2003/10/very-funny-ebay-auction-httpcgi.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106721034150203947</id><published>2003-10-26T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:57:27.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wines of the weekThe above title is a misnomer at best.  I drink only a couple of new wines in a week and if I like them, then I make a note of it.  This week has been a little more eventful than usual.  Here we go:Ch. Latour - 1999 Bordeaux, France(Paulliac) - Cab Sauv, Merlot, Cab Franc, Petit VerdotToo tannic now.  On the second sip, I was able to experience some of the complexity this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106721034150203947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106721034150203947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106721034150203947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106721034150203947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2003/10/wines-of-week-above-title-is-misnomer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106679302484190397</id><published>2003-10-21T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T16:44:22.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boston - An optimist's perspectiveAs someone who spent more than 16 years in the Boston area, watching Game 7 of the ALCS was heart breaking.  I'm sure many people share this sentiment.  I'd be feeling worse about it had I not been changing my view of Boston in recent years.  I've always felt that Boston had much room for improvement, mostly in terms of attitude.  That neurotic inferior </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106679302484190397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106679302484190397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106679302484190397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106679302484190397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2003/10/boston-optimists-perspective-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106667793926806134</id><published>2003-10-20T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T16:43:46.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things Better than SexIn a recent outing, a friend was bemoaning the lack of sexual contact in their recent past.  We've all been through that but this person would not stop talking about it.  I, along with others, agreed that while sex is a wonderful thing we'd like to partake in in as many opportunities that arise but there are plenty of things to do and experience in the world that are as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106667793926806134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106667793926806134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106667793926806134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106667793926806134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106547960636912612</id><published>2003-10-06T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:37:51.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favorite Red WinesI'm addicted to wines.  You'll see many more posts about wines in the future.  I'm on pace to drink about 400 different wines this year.  There are only two other topics I like talking about more than about wines - music and women.  When you combine all three, things get very interesting.  Here are the red wines that have over the years blew me away.Chateau Haut-Brion - 1988</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106547960636912612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106547960636912612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106547960636912612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106547960636912612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2003/10/favorite-red-wines-im-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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-5906437.post-106547259433604029</id><published>2003-10-06T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:39:16.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, the pressure of writing my first entry.  I plan on posting whatever I feel like.  They will be spontaneous and unedited in terms of content.  I acknowledge that blogs are inherently self-serving endeavors.  I'm just trying to have fun.  Let's see how it goes!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/106547259433604029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906437&amp;postID=106547259433604029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106547259433604029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906437/posts/default/106547259433604029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberyoon.blogspot.com/2003/10/ah-pressure-of-writing-my-first-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><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>
