<?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-7135056059903584265</id><updated>2012-01-17T01:19:13.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in medias res</title><subtitle type='html'>In medias res (Latin for "into the middle of things") is a literary technique where the narrative starts in the middle of the story instead of from its beginning. The characters, setting, and conflict are often introduced through a series of flashbacks or through characters relating past events to each other.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-989491876366973017</id><published>2011-11-30T23:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T02:07:45.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>five years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been thinking a lot about writing lately.  i mean, a lot-a lot.  like, the "i-think-i-might-want-to-go-back-to-school-so-i-can-write-more-and-better-stuff" type of thinking about writing.  but i've been a bit shaky on the follow-through.  so for now, i figure it's likely wiser (and a helluva lot cheaper) to just revive this crazy blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i came here tonight to check things out and update the look a bit (you like?  i'm way-into google fonts these days), but then i realized something remarkable:  i started this blog EXACTLY &lt;a href="http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-now-join-our-regular-programming.html"&gt;five years ago tonight&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;my mind = totally blown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;it's blown because for many, many reasons that i'll likely soon blab about, i've been doing a remarkable amount of reflection lately.  much of that reflection has actually brought me  back to a warm fuzzy land of...well, a land of about five years ago.  i had no idea at the time, but it has proven to be an immensely important season in my life. in my becoming.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;you'll see over to the right there is a short list of other bloggers i followed back then.  these folks were for the most part, my best friends.  they were regulars in my imaginary sitcom of life. for some crazy reason, none of us have kept up our blogging.  and for some crazy reason, most of them are not in my life now.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;i mourn that fact from time to time, but more often than the mourning, i actually look back with gratitude and fondness for the time we spent together.  five years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;dang.  five years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;five years ago, i had a pretty cool job selling real estate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;five years ago, i was moving into a killer apartment in downtown kc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;five years ago, i couldn't go anywhere in this city without running into someone i knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;most importantly, five years ago tonight i was smack in the middle of learning for the first time what Grace truly means.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;since then, i've started writing songs.  lots of them. i've run two marathons (wut-wut!) i've dared to follow my heart in very real and tangible ways.  i've risked.  i've loved. i've learned to cuss. (more than i should).  i've moved...two and three-quarters times. i've made new friends who made me feel like i have another home in this world.  i've been lonely. i've had my heart broken.  i've met (and married) my husband.  i now have a dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;what's funniest to me is this:  right now, i have even less of an idea what will happen next in this story than i did five years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;sounds like a good time to take up writing, n'est-ce pas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;"&gt;the name of this blog is "&lt;a href="http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-now-join-our-regular-programming.html"&gt;in medias res&lt;/a&gt;"--in the middle of things.  thanks for tuning in...we'll now rejoin the story already in progress....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-989491876366973017?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/989491876366973017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=989491876366973017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/989491876366973017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/989491876366973017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2011/11/five-years.html' title='five years...'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-7740449058116633452</id><published>2007-05-01T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:51:30.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>community and the art of becoming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i trick myself into forgetting how amazing my friends are.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably one of my greatest strengths and weaknesses relationally is a tendency to place high expectations on my friends.  i firmly believe that those who love you the most will urge you toward a higher standard and respect you enough to expect great things from you.  the danger here lies in managing the inevitable conflict that arises when friends (who, in case you didn't know, are human!) disappoint you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such has been the case in my life lately.  and as a bona-fide ENFJ (emphasis on J for Judging), i can get pretty down about this...to the point where i was somewhat despairing this week that a) i will never figure out how to love people through conflict and b) certain people who are very near and dear to my heart are never going grow up and desire accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the lies, and the sneaky Liar who wants us to believe them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been proven wrong on both counts.  i'll not relish the details here, but i have had a series of truly redeeming conversations with said friends in just the past few hours.  i am so blessed to be learning how conflict really does breed intimacy.  and that together, my sweet little community of friends is slowly sharpening one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-7740449058116633452?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/7740449058116633452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=7740449058116633452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/7740449058116633452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/7740449058116633452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2007/05/community-and-art-of-becoming.html' title='community and the art of becoming...'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-6924934595252351700</id><published>2007-02-28T01:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:56:38.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i should know better than to make a run to the roasterie for a cup of coffee at 6 o'clock in the evening.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good (maybe?) news is that i had work to do, which makes the wide-awake-at-2a.m.-ness a little more tolerable...that, and the fact that after a string of frustrating workdays that is a good several weeks long, i finally had a breakthrough of sorts today.  good things are happening.  business is taking a turn for the better.  i finished the day today with my first contract in several months...the cold spell has broken and i know i have a paycheck on the horizon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so discouraging these past few weeks...working my tail off and still having things fall through, so i am so undeniably grateful for this bit of encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure why i'm blogging this bit of semi-trivial information...i guess so you can rejoice with me :) and i guess because it's late and i'm wound up from good business and good coffee.  happy wednesday, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-6924934595252351700?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/6924934595252351700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=6924934595252351700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/6924934595252351700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/6924934595252351700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2007/02/insomniac.html' title='insomniac'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-5479516412421766060</id><published>2007-02-21T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:10:34.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a blog for everything...</title><content type='html'>after weeks of doug hassling me for not blogging on blogger, i thought i'd break the silence.  briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i've been blogging...but it's been on my myspace account.  and i've been too lazy to copy it here as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i just wanted to post this site for you to peruse and discuss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prayforcastro.com"&gt;www.prayforcastro.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty interesting.  valid, i think.  and i really like his response to the first (brave) person to comment and suggest that castro could never be saved, on account of all the bad things he's done.  it all fits nicely with alot of what i've been mulling over in my mind these past few weeks and months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-5479516412421766060?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/5479516412421766060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=5479516412421766060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/5479516412421766060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/5479516412421766060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-for-everything.html' title='a blog for everything...'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-2331256645251222288</id><published>2007-01-12T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:52:59.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks in: welcome, 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, we are &lt;em&gt;not even &lt;/em&gt;two weeks into 2007 and already this year has brought with it some interesting surprises. a fantastic green coat that i found at TJ Maxx for $40...a proposal from a dark, intriguing stranger...and a trip to the emergency room with my new roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for stories now, but here are the morals to the stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (cheap) green coats are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. apparently, green coats really are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. never practice your knife tricks while home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet sassy molassey! beloved 2007, what other delights have you up your sleeve?! what wonders do you behold?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;...in the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason, you're behaving like the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;-eli wallach as arthur abbott in the holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-2331256645251222288?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/2331256645251222288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=2331256645251222288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/2331256645251222288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/2331256645251222288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-weeks-in-welcome-2007.html' title='two weeks in: welcome, 2007!'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-4913034911939496613</id><published>2006-12-18T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:25:34.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with picasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, after turning my back on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nadiap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and starting another blog on blogger, i discovered this great tool called picasa. it's totally free and has helped me do wicked-cool things with some of my pictures. have some half-assed photo software that came with my computer, but in order to really do anything with my photos, they wanted me to buy an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;granted, this isn't quite as much fun as if i had photoshop, but i'm still doing some really cool work...and it is FREE. and it interfaces with my google on-line photo album so i can immediately upload my masterpieces and share them with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without further ado, here is my first study. i'm quite proud of it. i took these fun pictures of people dancing at winfield last september. there was this great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidmunnelly.com" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;celtic folkish band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; called the david munnelly band. they were wonderful and there was this guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/RANDOMPHOTOS02/photo#5009972483390804178"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RYb_bf79kNI/AAAAAAAAACs/mwiqmSKH5ZQ/s288/IMG_3107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 66%; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/RANDOMPHOTOS02"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RANDOM PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who was not david munnelly, but he was in the band and he was beautiful and made all of the women swoon. seriously. well, in this shot he was singing some heart-breakingly lovely song about his homeland or a dead woman or something (you know how the irish are) and many people got up and started waltzing. it was...magical. it was a cool evening after a hot day and the warm kansas wind had died down to a gentle breeze. there was this lovely music and then...dancing. magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took these cool photos that, though i knew they were too dark, i also knew they had potential to be worked into something very special. so here is one of the originals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/DancingAtWinfield/photo#5009967393854558402"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RYb6zP79kMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hd6s-2jcXMg/s288/IMG_3135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, i had a little fun this afternoon. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/DancingAtWinfield/photo#5009967020192403570"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RYb6df79kHI/AAAAAAAAABU/dHhvBHMIhWw/s288/dancing%203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is after i cropped the random guy out of the right side and had some fun with the contrast and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/DancingAtWinfield/photo#5009967045962207362"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RYb6e_79kII/AAAAAAAAABc/vjtTO4KKZ_Q/s288/dancing%203%20focal%20bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one has focal color/black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/DancingAtWinfield/photo#5009967071732011154"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RYb6gf79kJI/AAAAAAAAABk/vr92uo-zTMw/s288/dancing%203%20filter%20bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is with the filtered black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/DancingAtWinfield/photo#5009967101796782242"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RYb6iP79kKI/AAAAAAAAABs/OVdAAw0p13M/s288/dancing%203%20sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepia, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nadiapiotrowsky/DancingAtWinfield/photo#5009967114681684146"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RYb6i_79kLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2LMSWVVsaPo/s288/dancing%203%20soft%20focus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the soft focus and some more warming of the color. i really love this one because it looks to me like the couple is dancing as though the entire world has disappeared and it's just the two of them...as the jilted cowboy lover looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta love a dark, jilted cowboy lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you enjoyed this little bit of fun with me. i'm sure there will be more hot photos to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-4913034911939496613?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/4913034911939496613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=4913034911939496613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/4913034911939496613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/4913034911939496613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2006/12/fun-with-picasa.html' title='fun with picasa'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-6442308129486804185</id><published>2006-12-04T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:57:53.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me and drew barrymore...we're SO hot right now.</title><content type='html'>see for yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - share vintage photographs with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share vintage photographs with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/90/07/82/900782_703854036c3754zox6rs01.JPG" width="302" height="342" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe i'm spending too much time online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-6442308129486804185?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/6442308129486804185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=6442308129486804185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/6442308129486804185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/6442308129486804185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-drew-barrymorewere-so-hot-right.html' title='me and drew barrymore...we&apos;re SO hot right now.'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135056059903584265.post-5604446402659750068</id><published>2006-11-30T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:35:35.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we now join our regular programming already in progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;welcome to my new blog home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after twelve-too-many disappearing blog posts on myspace, i've decided to venture over here to blogger. i've toyed with the idea for awhile now, but to be honest, it's a bit intimidating on two counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;number one: all my friends on blogger are &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; cooler and wittier than i could dream of being these days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;number two: the naming of the blog. all of you have such lovely and fitting names for your blog. so dashing. so sexy. so...you. so i thought, &lt;em&gt;whatever will i come up with&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but tonight i had an epiphany and sha-zam! a blog was born!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i still remember remember learning the term &lt;em&gt;in medias res&lt;/em&gt;. for those of you who don't know, it is a latin term that means &lt;em&gt;in the middle of things&lt;/em&gt;. i first learned about it in mr. cappello's sophomore honors english class, back in the day when i was a very good, very promising creative writer. when cappello introduced this idea of &lt;em&gt;in medias res&lt;/em&gt; and how so many of the great classical works put this technique into action, my life was changed. i wanted to start every writing assignment in medias res--i loved the idea that the stories we were reading (or writing) had gone on for infinite time before and would continue indefinitely thereafter. we were just getting in on a snapshot--a season in the lives of the characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and so i apply the term to this blog in a number of ways. for starters, my blog is already in progress over at &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/nadiap"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. also, in the grander scheme of things, i try to keep the perspective that we are all works in progress. it might not always be cheeky or poetic, but i'll do what i can to share some snapshots from the journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...i am confident of this: that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion in Christ Jesus..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;philippians 1:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135056059903584265-5604446402659750068?l=already-in-progress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/feeds/5604446402659750068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7135056059903584265&amp;postID=5604446402659750068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/5604446402659750068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135056059903584265/posts/default/5604446402659750068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://already-in-progress.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-now-join-our-regular-programming.html' title='we now join our regular programming already in progress...'/><author><name>nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02839207570049713667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/nadiapiotrowsky/RdzHG4C-vsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/1sKJCZVVGQQ/s288/why.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
