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		<title>Comment on &#8220;Bonjour&#8221; from Quebec! by TJ</title>
		<link>http://blag.ockets.net/2010/07/08/bonjour-from-quebec/comment-page-1/#comment-4797</link>
		<dc:creator>TJ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 02:10:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Val!  Yeah, now that you mention it I&#039;m seeing the similarity.  Coincidentally, my friend Lorenzo was saying he thought Quebec City was more like an Italian city than a French city.

What I didn&#039;t mention was the Quebec version of the &quot;pork paradox&quot;.  I guess as applied to Quebec, it would be the &quot;Poutine Paradox.&quot;  It&#039;s like french fries, curds, gravy, and some other stuff.  I think I&#039;m getting my DV of cholesterol just reading about Poutine on Wikipedia.  And yet... damn.

There&#039;s also the legend of the King&#039;s Daughters.  When King Francis I sent a few hundred women to New France, they say Quebec City got first pick, which is why all the women look as good as they do relative to further upstream.

I think it&#039;s the walking.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Val!  Yeah, now that you mention it I&#8217;m seeing the similarity.  Coincidentally, my friend Lorenzo was saying he thought Quebec City was more like an Italian city than a French city.</p>
<p>What I didn&#8217;t mention was the Quebec version of the &#8220;pork paradox&#8221;.  I guess as applied to Quebec, it would be the &#8220;Poutine Paradox.&#8221;  It&#8217;s like french fries, curds, gravy, and some other stuff.  I think I&#8217;m getting my DV of cholesterol just reading about Poutine on Wikipedia.  And yet&#8230; damn.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s also the legend of the King&#8217;s Daughters.  When King Francis I sent a few hundred women to New France, they say Quebec City got first pick, which is why all the women look as good as they do relative to further upstream.</p>
<p>I think it&#8217;s the walking.</p>
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		<title>Comment on &#8220;Bonjour&#8221; from Quebec! by ValOTB</title>
		<link>http://blag.ockets.net/2010/07/08/bonjour-from-quebec/comment-page-1/#comment-4793</link>
		<dc:creator>ValOTB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 18:26:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Bonjour mon petit chou!  It appears you are making the same observations I made living in Italy for 9 months - sans voiture (without a car).  Thusly, I encountered the &quot;Pork Paradox&quot; - Italians eat copious amounts of pork and pecorino products, but they are all fit, and the only fat people you ever see? Usually tourists.  Usually Americans.  Why?  Well, living on a 5th floor of an old building, sans elevator was a start.  And like you said - walking EVERYWHERE.  It&#039;s part of living in a city like that.  Everything was walkable - markets, train station, libraries, piazzas, wine bars (my favorite part - I never had to worry about driving when enjoying wine with my dinner - AND lunch.)  Coming back to the states after 9 months was a culture shock - heck even in Colorado, the only state with an obesity rate below 20% was disgusting.  I agree, integrating exercise into your daily life can be as simple as, oh, I don&#039;t know - parking a little further away and maybe returning a grocery cart instead of leaving it the parking lot - along with all the processed foods (doritos and crap like that) Americans insist on shoving down their necks.  I&#039;m glad you are having this experience - to see other realities besides our own.  I&#039;m also glad you at least have a clothes dryer - I didn&#039;t have one for 9 months (they are not commonly used in Italy) and now?  I haven&#039;t used one all summer long - just can&#039;t do that to my clothes anymore.  Change, TJ, in perspective, is opening up the world for you.  Amusez-vous!  V</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bonjour mon petit chou!  It appears you are making the same observations I made living in Italy for 9 months &#8211; sans voiture (without a car).  Thusly, I encountered the &#8220;Pork Paradox&#8221; &#8211; Italians eat copious amounts of pork and pecorino products, but they are all fit, and the only fat people you ever see? Usually tourists.  Usually Americans.  Why?  Well, living on a 5th floor of an old building, sans elevator was a start.  And like you said &#8211; walking EVERYWHERE.  It&#8217;s part of living in a city like that.  Everything was walkable &#8211; markets, train station, libraries, piazzas, wine bars (my favorite part &#8211; I never had to worry about driving when enjoying wine with my dinner &#8211; AND lunch.)  Coming back to the states after 9 months was a culture shock &#8211; heck even in Colorado, the only state with an obesity rate below 20% was disgusting.  I agree, integrating exercise into your daily life can be as simple as, oh, I don&#8217;t know &#8211; parking a little further away and maybe returning a grocery cart instead of leaving it the parking lot &#8211; along with all the processed foods (doritos and crap like that) Americans insist on shoving down their necks.  I&#8217;m glad you are having this experience &#8211; to see other realities besides our own.  I&#8217;m also glad you at least have a clothes dryer &#8211; I didn&#8217;t have one for 9 months (they are not commonly used in Italy) and now?  I haven&#8217;t used one all summer long &#8211; just can&#8217;t do that to my clothes anymore.  Change, TJ, in perspective, is opening up the world for you.  Amusez-vous!  V</p>
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		<title>Comment on Some thoughts, some stats. by ValOTB</title>
		<link>http://blag.ockets.net/2010/07/04/some-thoughts-some-stats/comment-page-1/#comment-4773</link>
		<dc:creator>ValOTB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 16:17:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>TJ - i&#039;m glad you are enjoying.  While taking trips with people is nice, I have to admit - I enjoy wandering on my own, moving to my agenda, exploring things I may have never found if someone were with me wanting to see the &#039;touristy&#039; things.  I discovered this in Paris 17 years ago when everyone wanted to see a &quot;Perfume Factory&quot; and I broke away from the group because: 1) I hate perfume; 2) the MAIN thing I was determined to see in Paris was the Opera House (after a long obsession with Sir Lloyd Webber&#039;s Phantom of the Opera, which I&#039;d just seen in London the year before); and 3) I am stubborn.  So off I went to wander Paris on my own, eat where I wanted, butcher the French language, take wrong metro trains, and traverse the Jardin des Tuileries at dusk on my way to the Louvre to meet up with the group again, which I missed.  Alors, I made my way to the Eiffel tower, hung out at the top as long as I wanted, wondering, &quot;Would that man have whipped out &#039;Mr. Happy&#039; in front of me if I had friends with me to which I could turn and say, &#039;Did you see THAT?!&#039; &quot;  Good times.  Let them roll, TJ~</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>TJ &#8211; i&#8217;m glad you are enjoying.  While taking trips with people is nice, I have to admit &#8211; I enjoy wandering on my own, moving to my agenda, exploring things I may have never found if someone were with me wanting to see the &#8216;touristy&#8217; things.  I discovered this in Paris 17 years ago when everyone wanted to see a &#8220;Perfume Factory&#8221; and I broke away from the group because: 1) I hate perfume; 2) the MAIN thing I was determined to see in Paris was the Opera House (after a long obsession with Sir Lloyd Webber&#8217;s Phantom of the Opera, which I&#8217;d just seen in London the year before); and 3) I am stubborn.  So off I went to wander Paris on my own, eat where I wanted, butcher the French language, take wrong metro trains, and traverse the Jardin des Tuileries at dusk on my way to the Louvre to meet up with the group again, which I missed.  Alors, I made my way to the Eiffel tower, hung out at the top as long as I wanted, wondering, &#8220;Would that man have whipped out &#8216;Mr. Happy&#8217; in front of me if I had friends with me to which I could turn and say, &#8216;Did you see THAT?!&#8217; &#8221;  Good times.  Let them roll, TJ~</p>
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		<title>Comment on What is this? by noisewar</title>
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		<dc:creator>noisewar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 04:09:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In a roundabout response to your thoughts, I truly believe that the failure to set the right expectations is the greatest source of all non-physical pain for man. If you get a chance, read Stumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert, required reading for all IMO.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In a roundabout response to your thoughts, I truly believe that the failure to set the right expectations is the greatest source of all non-physical pain for man. If you get a chance, read Stumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert, required reading for all IMO.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Get your Inspiration. (Note to Val) by noisewar</title>
		<link>http://blag.ockets.net/2010/06/27/get-your-inspiration-note-to-val/comment-page-1/#comment-4673</link>
		<dc:creator>noisewar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 04:03:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Amen to travel as a balm for all pains.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amen to travel as a balm for all pains.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Get your Inspiration. (Note to Val) by ValOTB</title>
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		<dc:creator>ValOTB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 22:32:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>TJ  -  You are the sweetest!  Thank you - trust me, this isn&#039;t sensory deprivation (and I do not like bikes)  if anything, I&#039;m a sensory hedonist - the worst offender, I assure you.  This is a deeper level.  I&#039;ve been back in the states a month, and enjoying the hell out of CO - the clean air, the quiet nights, cool breezes, great wines with fabulous friends, the mountains - you name it.   It&#039;s a natural high living here. But after watching Cinema Paradiso and getting my nose back into Italian blogs, listening only to Italian music, I realized last night... the jig is up.  I belong in Italy right now, at this point in my life.  The comforts of my gorgeous home life here I did miss living in Europe.  That said, that &quot;something deeper&quot; is telling me to return to Italy - I don&#039;t know what living there did to me, but I&#039;m already itching to go back for more ... more passion, a little grit, hearing that beautiful language all day every day, church bells, walking through quiet cobbled streets at night - and feeling that gush from the simplest pleasures.  Trust me, nothing is wrong, nothing is missing - except my passport, which is &#039;out&#039; for renewal but should be back soon...then...I go back to where I left 1/2 my heart...  

I hope you continue to enjoy this new journey for yourself as well.  Everyone has their own formula for what moves them - mine just happens to be in another language right now - and I can&#039;t shake it.  Fortunately, I don&#039;t have to!  Big hugs for you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>TJ  &#8211;  You are the sweetest!  Thank you &#8211; trust me, this isn&#8217;t sensory deprivation (and I do not like bikes)  if anything, I&#8217;m a sensory hedonist &#8211; the worst offender, I assure you.  This is a deeper level.  I&#8217;ve been back in the states a month, and enjoying the hell out of CO &#8211; the clean air, the quiet nights, cool breezes, great wines with fabulous friends, the mountains &#8211; you name it.   It&#8217;s a natural high living here. But after watching Cinema Paradiso and getting my nose back into Italian blogs, listening only to Italian music, I realized last night&#8230; the jig is up.  I belong in Italy right now, at this point in my life.  The comforts of my gorgeous home life here I did miss living in Europe.  That said, that &#8220;something deeper&#8221; is telling me to return to Italy &#8211; I don&#8217;t know what living there did to me, but I&#8217;m already itching to go back for more &#8230; more passion, a little grit, hearing that beautiful language all day every day, church bells, walking through quiet cobbled streets at night &#8211; and feeling that gush from the simplest pleasures.  Trust me, nothing is wrong, nothing is missing &#8211; except my passport, which is &#8216;out&#8217; for renewal but should be back soon&#8230;then&#8230;I go back to where I left 1/2 my heart&#8230;  </p>
<p>I hope you continue to enjoy this new journey for yourself as well.  Everyone has their own formula for what moves them &#8211; mine just happens to be in another language right now &#8211; and I can&#8217;t shake it.  Fortunately, I don&#8217;t have to!  Big hugs for you!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Snow day impulse buys at B&amp;N lead to political soul-searching by christina</title>
		<link>http://blag.ockets.net/2010/02/16/snow-day-impulse-buys-at-bn-lead-to-political-soul-searching/comment-page-1/#comment-3576</link>
		<dc:creator>christina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 21:47:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>running for office is a great idea. i never anticipated wanting to work in politics but there you go...now i&#039;m craving going back!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>running for office is a great idea. i never anticipated wanting to work in politics but there you go&#8230;now i&#8217;m craving going back!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Thinking the plan through&#8230; I need more of that. by christina</title>
		<link>http://blag.ockets.net/2010/02/06/thinking-the-plan-through-i-need-more-of-that/comment-page-1/#comment-3334</link>
		<dc:creator>christina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 22:51:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i second cleaning the bathroom...and i have lost one more method of communication with you:(</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i second cleaning the bathroom&#8230;and i have lost one more method of communication with you:(</p>
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		<title>Comment on Thinking the plan through&#8230; I need more of that. by ValOTB</title>
		<link>http://blag.ockets.net/2010/02/06/thinking-the-plan-through-i-need-more-of-that/comment-page-1/#comment-3329</link>
		<dc:creator>ValOTB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 10:26:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>TJ - best way to learn life&#039;s lessons.

Experience them.

Congrats on the clean bathroom, however.  The ladies love that!

V</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>TJ &#8211; best way to learn life&#8217;s lessons.</p>
<p>Experience them.</p>
<p>Congrats on the clean bathroom, however.  The ladies love that!</p>
<p>V</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Men Who Stare at Goats&#8230; I don&#8217;t recommend it. by Thomas Olaes</title>
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		<dc:creator>Thomas Olaes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It also doesn&#039;t help that there&#039;s a scene in the movie where a private starts shooting at other soldiers in his home camp.  It&#039;s a very unfortunate circumstance that the Ft. Hood tragedy happened right before this film was released to the public.

I don&#039;t remember anyone in the theater genuinely laughing at that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It also doesn&#8217;t help that there&#8217;s a scene in the movie where a private starts shooting at other soldiers in his home camp.  It&#8217;s a very unfortunate circumstance that the Ft. Hood tragedy happened right before this film was released to the public.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t remember anyone in the theater genuinely laughing at that.</p>
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