<?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-964326309413650655</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:36:18.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Sean Connery Didn't  Have a Scottish Accent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-1494898792093591474</id><published>2008-05-11T17:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:56.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Place to Get Mugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SCdrLeF9sII/AAAAAAAAAHc/q1mTvDZKzPk/s1600-h/NJ-NYC+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SCdrLeF9sII/AAAAAAAAAHc/q1mTvDZKzPk/s320/NJ-NYC+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199242139623338114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NJ-NYC (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can call this a "frame within a frame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-1494898792093591474?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1494898792093591474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=1494898792093591474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1494898792093591474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1494898792093591474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/nj-nyc-2008-you-can-call-this-frame.html' title='A Great Place to Get Mugged'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SCdrLeF9sII/AAAAAAAAAHc/q1mTvDZKzPk/s72-c/NJ-NYC+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-2126219832261328431</id><published>2008-05-01T12:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:56.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runny Schnozz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnvMxY9YmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7C-dE9eJfw/s1600-h/Monumental+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195446647844069986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnvMxY9YmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7C-dE9eJfw/s320/Monumental+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Monumental (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Notice how the faucet kind of reminds one of a gargantuan nose with snot dripping out of one nostril; or perhaps both, and there being so much mucous that the two trails of snot fuse together as they drip down the person's lips. No offense, but I'm just stating what I see. Or remember that game for kids called Gooey Louie where you had to pull the boogers out from under his nose? This photograph reminds me of that as well. Moreover, I was also going for the "creepy prison" look with this picture - as though an inmate just woke up in the middle of the night to wash his face; the sink would look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-2126219832261328431?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/2126219832261328431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=2126219832261328431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/2126219832261328431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/2126219832261328431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/runny-schnozz.html' title='Runny Schnozz'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnvMxY9YmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7C-dE9eJfw/s72-c/Monumental+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-8750285558851341219</id><published>2008-05-01T12:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:56.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brave Little Toaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnu-xY9YlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zwOLyd-8ecs/s1600-h/Details+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195446407325901394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnu-xY9YlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zwOLyd-8ecs/s320/Details+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Details (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is obviously no toaster in this photo, but it reminds me of The Brave Little Toaster. It made me cry when I was a kid, but I still absolutely loved it nonetheless. These kitchenwares do monumental, am I wrong? Oh how I love flat, sleek, modern stove tops. Helps to make a nifty picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-8750285558851341219?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/8750285558851341219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=8750285558851341219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/8750285558851341219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/8750285558851341219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/brave-little-toaster.html' title='The Brave Little Toaster'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnu-xY9YlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zwOLyd-8ecs/s72-c/Details+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-3417405437663617443</id><published>2008-05-01T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:56.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnu1BY9YkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/e96Wm_eojGw/s1600-h/Details+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195446239822176834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnu1BY9YkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/e96Wm_eojGw/s320/Details+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Details (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Green! Doesn't it look a though all of these little critters could just jump and burst into life? Not really, or maybe so for you mentally deranged folks. I love food and I love green. In other terms, I would probably fall in love with an Irish cook someday. The macro viewer on my camera was actually being competent for once as I was taking this picture - and I have to say, it turned out pretty darn skippy awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-3417405437663617443?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3417405437663617443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=3417405437663617443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3417405437663617443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3417405437663617443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/frogger.html' title='Frogger'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnu1BY9YkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/e96Wm_eojGw/s72-c/Details+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-1837356141224334291</id><published>2008-05-01T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:57.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Light Up My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnukxY9YjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/s4be8pD9OJA/s1600-h/Monumental+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445960649302578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnukxY9YjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/s4be8pD9OJA/s320/Monumental+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monumental (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As any cultured person would know, "You Light Up My Life" is what is seemingly a very endearing love song by Debby Boone, Pat Boone's daughter. At first, we all thought that she was singing about a special man. Turns out she was actually singing about God. Since God is the light of Ms. Boone's life, the light bulb in this photograph is the well, light of the photograph. Kind of neat how a lamp is actually supposed to be bright, but I somehow managed to make this simple table lamp look gloomy and depressing (much like myself). Props to me, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-1837356141224334291?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1837356141224334291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=1837356141224334291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1837356141224334291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1837356141224334291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-light-up-my-life.html' title='You Light Up My Life'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnukxY9YjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/s4be8pD9OJA/s72-c/Monumental+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-58757283921852683</id><published>2008-05-01T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:57.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crematorium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnuXhY9YiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c3Rwbm4RNY4/s1600-h/Details+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445733016035874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnuXhY9YiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c3Rwbm4RNY4/s320/Details+224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Details (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nice lighter, eh? They don't come cheap. I guess the message in this photograph is some sort of a "secret," or so I hear. To be honest - I don't know; it just looks nice. I can tell you this, though - my hand almost burned while trying to get the right shot, from holding the lighter while it's on for such a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-58757283921852683?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/58757283921852683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=58757283921852683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/58757283921852683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/58757283921852683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/crematorium.html' title='Crematorium'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnuXhY9YiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c3Rwbm4RNY4/s72-c/Details+224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-960535054171743687</id><published>2008-05-01T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:57.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Toasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnuJhY9YhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Eu6erKYORAI/s1600-h/Monumental+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195445492497867282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnuJhY9YhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Eu6erKYORAI/s320/Monumental+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monumental (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"It's Toasted" in actuality, is the slogan for Lucky Strike brand cigarettes. You know, the kind that your grandfather smoked in the trenches during World War II like a joint because there isn't any filter and he wouldn't want any tobacco sticking to his lips. I chose to make this object "monumental," because it bears a very monumental place in my heart (sorry, I just had to). There were two lamps used for this photograph: a desk lamp from the right and a table lamp from the left, and the desk is made from cheap mahogany imitation purchased at Caldor approximately ten years ago. Remember that sleazy department store of which may be the equivalent of Kohl's or K-Mart these days? Caldor was a major Jamesway competitor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-960535054171743687?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/960535054171743687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=960535054171743687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/960535054171743687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/960535054171743687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-toasted.html' title='It&apos;s Toasted'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnuJhY9YhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Eu6erKYORAI/s72-c/Monumental+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-1686294998454785918</id><published>2008-05-01T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:57.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallard Fillmore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntrRY9YgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/H-HEhB8pIg0/s1600-h/S-M+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195444972806824450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntrRY9YgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/H-HEhB8pIg0/s320/S-M+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This little ducky reminds me of that comic strip, Mallard Fillmore. Simple as that. And if you didn't get it, "Mallard Fillmore" is a play off of ex-United States President Millard Fillmore and his incessant incompetence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-1686294998454785918?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1686294998454785918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=1686294998454785918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1686294998454785918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1686294998454785918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/mallard-fillmore.html' title='Mallard Fillmore'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntrRY9YgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/H-HEhB8pIg0/s72-c/S-M+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-7510277032791796151</id><published>2008-05-01T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:57.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntYxY9YfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5M1MagE_KmY/s1600-h/S-M+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195444654979244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntYxY9YfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5M1MagE_KmY/s320/S-M+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you look up the album cover for the Faith No More album entitled Angel Dust, you will see a very striking resemblance to this photo. I was joyously frolicking through a suburban park one day and saw this duck grooming itself, and then additionally being lucky enough to catch it at the right moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-7510277032791796151?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7510277032791796151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=7510277032791796151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7510277032791796151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7510277032791796151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/kfc.html' title='KFC'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntYxY9YfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5M1MagE_KmY/s72-c/S-M+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-2619971171060913528</id><published>2008-05-01T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:58.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bird Was Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntBRY9YeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WXfPowHHpNQ/s1600-h/Storybook+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195444251252318690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntBRY9YeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WXfPowHHpNQ/s320/Storybook+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Storybook (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-2619971171060913528?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/2619971171060913528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=2619971171060913528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/2619971171060913528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/2619971171060913528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-bird-was-here.html' title='Big Bird Was Here'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBntBRY9YeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WXfPowHHpNQ/s72-c/Storybook+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-3167076892889003125</id><published>2008-05-01T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:58.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabeetus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnszRY9YdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Dd1AOKA2GTw/s1600-h/Signs+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195444010734150098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnszRY9YdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Dd1AOKA2GTw/s320/Signs+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signs (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt more greasier in your life? As scummy as Newark already is, this eatery just adds to its scumminess. But I do say, it looks as though this was taken back in the day, say the 1920s or so. Surely you know that I am certainly not in my eighties when it comes to age, but 'tis true indeed that I like to take vintage-looking photographs. Wasn't this description useful? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_wHKc9R6wI/AAAAAAAAADE/k30hfloO3w0/s1600-h/Signs+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-3167076892889003125?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3167076892889003125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=3167076892889003125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3167076892889003125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3167076892889003125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/diabeetus.html' title='Diabeetus'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnszRY9YdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Dd1AOKA2GTw/s72-c/Signs+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-673455681730428380</id><published>2008-05-01T12:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:58.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnsRRY9YcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-17VTdX8SXM/s1600-h/S-M+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195443426618597826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnsRRY9YcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-17VTdX8SXM/s320/S-M+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know about you, but this type of jolly beverage brings me much more joy than a box of Mott's apple juice. Even the quality of the container is a lot more impressive. No straw required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-673455681730428380?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/673455681730428380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=673455681730428380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/673455681730428380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/673455681730428380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-juice.html' title='Happy Juice'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnsRRY9YcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-17VTdX8SXM/s72-c/S-M+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-3108694354393547874</id><published>2008-05-01T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:58.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnr4RY9YbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2VdfoetZ1r8/s1600-h/S-M+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195442997121868210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnr4RY9YbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2VdfoetZ1r8/s320/S-M+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If Mr. Rogers were to finally realize how low his ratings were and got so depressed about it and started up a crack habit, this is what his neighborhood would look like. No longer would he wear the same red cardigan every day, it would then be a brown, dingy parka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-3108694354393547874?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3108694354393547874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=3108694354393547874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3108694354393547874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3108694354393547874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-rogers-neighborhood.html' title='Mr. Rogers&apos; Neighborhood'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnr4RY9YbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2VdfoetZ1r8/s72-c/S-M+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-5975554589337911387</id><published>2008-05-01T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:58.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnrZxY9YaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u7y9LJtYahE/s1600-h/S-M+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195442473135858082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnrZxY9YaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u7y9LJtYahE/s320/S-M+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lots of detail in terms of millions of tree branches, so lovingly taken with my broken Nikon camera. It is so reliable that I have to tie a rubber band around the battery case just so that the device would work. Miraculously this picture (and everything else) was able to be pulled out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-5975554589337911387?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/5975554589337911387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=5975554589337911387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/5975554589337911387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/5975554589337911387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/crayola.html' title='Crayola'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnrZxY9YaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u7y9LJtYahE/s72-c/S-M+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-7408845111662295803</id><published>2008-05-01T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:58.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnq4hY9YZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y5hbex2FplA/s1600-h/S-M+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195441901905207698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnq4hY9YZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y5hbex2FplA/s320/S-M+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A monumental soul pole is beautifully displayed here, on a gloriously sunny day in the middle of winter - the winter part is a complete lie, this was actually in spring. Could you have guessed what part of the year this was taken had I not told thee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-7408845111662295803?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7408845111662295803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=7408845111662295803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7408845111662295803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7408845111662295803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/soul-pole.html' title='Soul Pole'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnq4hY9YZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Y5hbex2FplA/s72-c/S-M+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-7128996216547728649</id><published>2008-05-01T12:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:59.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mufasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnqjhY9YYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xI4vRfvKDHI/s1600-h/S-M+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195441541127954818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnqjhY9YYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xI4vRfvKDHI/s320/S-M+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If this tree were a bit fatter, would it not look like the Tree of Life from &lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt;? I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-7128996216547728649?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7128996216547728649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=7128996216547728649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7128996216547728649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7128996216547728649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/mufasa.html' title='Mufasa'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBnqjhY9YYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xI4vRfvKDHI/s72-c/S-M+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-3452920802475962796</id><published>2008-05-01T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:59.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethereal Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm33BY9YXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QFCJMEyCB60/s1600-h/S-M+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195385801042387314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm33BY9YXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QFCJMEyCB60/s320/S-M+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very peaceful, which is ironic because the photograph is so dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-3452920802475962796?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3452920802475962796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=3452920802475962796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3452920802475962796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3452920802475962796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-motivated-2008.html' title='Ethereal Cereal'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm33BY9YXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QFCJMEyCB60/s72-c/S-M+110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-147452702937687737</id><published>2008-05-01T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:59.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm3fRY9YWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ihcA6--aRfw/s1600-h/S-M+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm3fRY9YWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ihcA6--aRfw/s320/S-M+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195385393020494178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trees is pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-147452702937687737?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/147452702937687737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=147452702937687737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/147452702937687737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/147452702937687737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/crow.html' title='The Crow'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm3fRY9YWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ihcA6--aRfw/s72-c/S-M+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-3264714009003136351</id><published>2008-05-01T08:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:59.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolly Parton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm3CxY9YVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X41lfJSwMZI/s1600-h/Scavenger+Hunt+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm3CxY9YVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X41lfJSwMZI/s320/Scavenger+Hunt+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195384903394222418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newark Scavenger Hunt (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's the point of holding an umbrella like that when the figurine is going to be upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-3264714009003136351?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3264714009003136351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=3264714009003136351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3264714009003136351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3264714009003136351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/dolly-parton.html' title='Dolly Parton'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm3CxY9YVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X41lfJSwMZI/s72-c/Scavenger+Hunt+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-3064211055200090846</id><published>2008-05-01T08:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:59.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amputee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R9cfNAo480I/AAAAAAAAAB0/thzKyK3JNk0/s1600-h/Details+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176640605055939394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R9cfNAo480I/AAAAAAAAAB0/thzKyK3JNk0/s320/Details+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Details (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I do not have mercy for those who have an amputee fetish. Inspired by the David Lynch short film of the same title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-3064211055200090846?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/3064211055200090846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=3064211055200090846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3064211055200090846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/3064211055200090846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/amputee.html' title='The Amputee'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R9cfNAo480I/AAAAAAAAAB0/thzKyK3JNk0/s72-c/Details+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-1475736310881645778</id><published>2008-05-01T08:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:36:59.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Heads in a Duffel Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SA6JthY9YLI/AAAAAAAAADw/KmeulPwNySg/s1600-h/Scavenger+Hunt+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SA6JthY9YLI/AAAAAAAAADw/KmeulPwNySg/s320/Scavenger+Hunt+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192238835554934962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newark Scavenger Hunt (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried watching that Danny DeVito film of the same title, but only recall being bored and not seeing any duffel bag or decapitated heads. It was quite a disappointment. In contrast, the only disappointment with this photograph is that you could see yours truly in it - which was definitely not intended. However, if thee were not in the reflection, thou wouldst think that this is an awesome photograph?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-1475736310881645778?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1475736310881645778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=1475736310881645778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1475736310881645778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1475736310881645778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-heads-in-duffel-bag.html' title='8 Heads in a Duffel Bag'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SA6JthY9YLI/AAAAAAAAADw/KmeulPwNySg/s72-c/Scavenger+Hunt+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-6727569512297799039</id><published>2008-05-01T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:00.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm2chY9YUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Te43dACIJjU/s1600-h/Mac+Grill+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm2chY9YUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Te43dACIJjU/s320/Mac+Grill+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195384246264226114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Portrait (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Twas going for the pedophile look. I probably succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-6727569512297799039?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/6727569512297799039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=6727569512297799039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6727569512297799039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6727569512297799039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/moi.html' title='Moi'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm2chY9YUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Te43dACIJjU/s72-c/Mac+Grill+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-5012839158529310936</id><published>2008-05-01T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:00.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_V4Ws9R6tI/AAAAAAAAACs/ImUziTfO7gg/s1600-h/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185182877407636178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_V4Ws9R6tI/AAAAAAAAACs/ImUziTfO7gg/s320/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, this picture is very creepy. I shall consider myself quite proud for turning a place that is supposedly busy and bustling with cranky New York commuters into a deserted hot spot for violence and muggings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-5012839158529310936?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/5012839158529310936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=5012839158529310936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/5012839158529310936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/5012839158529310936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/tin-man.html' title='Tin Man'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_V4Ws9R6tI/AAAAAAAAACs/ImUziTfO7gg/s72-c/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-8648841957950904129</id><published>2008-05-01T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:00.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R-xQGs9R6sI/AAAAAAAAACg/a3xGUzs70hA/s1600-h/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R-xQGs9R6sI/AAAAAAAAACg/a3xGUzs70hA/s320/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182605347274222274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Follow the yellow brick road - or so, Sir Elton John would say; hence the title of this photograph. This was taken in the New York City Subway, which I of course dare not venture alone, for it is nothing but a maze of tiles, metal, concrete, dirt, rats, and dirty human beings. Yet somehow I seemed to capture a very desolate moment in this maze, and at the same time capturing the very eerie essence of it as well. Good job. Go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-8648841957950904129?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/8648841957950904129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=8648841957950904129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/8648841957950904129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/8648841957950904129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/elton-john.html' title='Elton John'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R-xQGs9R6sI/AAAAAAAAACg/a3xGUzs70hA/s72-c/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-7020265129047776583</id><published>2008-05-01T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:00.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smog Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm11BY9YTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AGaT4wJ3mYY/s1600-h/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm11BY9YTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AGaT4wJ3mYY/s320/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195383567659393330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Very dramatic, I would have to say. This photograph was taken while standing on the edge of a crosswalk and risking my life - just for this class. I should win a medal just for that. But anyway, I am pretty pleased with this picture. It's very classic and timeless in a way - I'd hang that piece up in my dining room if I could (my mother is in charge of our home decor).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-7020265129047776583?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/7020265129047776583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=7020265129047776583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7020265129047776583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/7020265129047776583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/smog-canyon.html' title='Smog Canyon'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBm11BY9YTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AGaT4wJ3mYY/s72-c/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-4020837389961976403</id><published>2008-05-01T08:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:00.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmer Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBPcghY9YMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vk1UdfGZTWQ/s1600-h/Scavenger+Hunt+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBPcghY9YMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vk1UdfGZTWQ/s320/Scavenger+Hunt+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193737246565294274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newark Scavenger Hunt (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first I had no idea what this was, and then came to my senses and realized that it's the wheel so that the gates slide open - it also happens to be a phallic symbol, from the angle that I captured it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-4020837389961976403?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/4020837389961976403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=4020837389961976403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/4020837389961976403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/4020837389961976403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/farmer-vincent.html' title='Farmer Vincent'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBPcghY9YMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vk1UdfGZTWQ/s72-c/Scavenger+Hunt+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-1237195456932009542</id><published>2008-05-01T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:00.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke n' Coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SAPqVe4rwjI/AAAAAAAAADM/aNmMvm6upro/s1600-h/Signs+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SAPqVe4rwjI/AAAAAAAAADM/aNmMvm6upro/s320/Signs+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189248850449908274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signs (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I consider this one pretty lackluster for my standards. Who can't take a picture of a building? And yes, again with this theme of "dark and eerie." Seems to be the easiest mood for me to capture. I guess I have found my niche in the big wide world of photography. Go me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-1237195456932009542?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1237195456932009542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=1237195456932009542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1237195456932009542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1237195456932009542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/smoke-n-coke.html' title='Smoke n&apos; Coke'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SAPqVe4rwjI/AAAAAAAAADM/aNmMvm6upro/s72-c/Signs+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-6331518089941710591</id><published>2008-05-01T02:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:01.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlnIBY9YSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DWsMw83aBHk/s1600-h/S-M+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlnIBY9YSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DWsMw83aBHk/s320/S-M+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195297032658313506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember Hamilton Pig from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiny Toon Adventures&lt;/span&gt;? Well, this is what he would look like if he were slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-6331518089941710591?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/6331518089941710591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=6331518089941710591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6331518089941710591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6331518089941710591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/hamilton.html' title='Hamilton'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlnIBY9YSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DWsMw83aBHk/s72-c/S-M+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-858785079781839596</id><published>2008-05-01T02:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:01.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlmtRY9YRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mo5JM0dNsro/s1600-h/S-M+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlmtRY9YRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mo5JM0dNsro/s320/S-M+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195296573096812818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could, I would dare somebody to try to eat that for $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-858785079781839596?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/858785079781839596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=858785079781839596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/858785079781839596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/858785079781839596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/alice-in-chains.html' title='Alice in Chains'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlmtRY9YRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mo5JM0dNsro/s72-c/S-M+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-1478726229360565529</id><published>2008-05-01T02:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:01.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBllyRY9YQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uYz9OgbQEo8/s1600-h/S-M+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBllyRY9YQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uYz9OgbQEo8/s320/S-M+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195295559484530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, Skoal as in the chewing tobacco horseshoe that you form in your mouth when you dip. (I do not know this from experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-1478726229360565529?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1478726229360565529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=1478726229360565529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1478726229360565529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1478726229360565529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/skoal.html' title='Skoal'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBllyRY9YQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uYz9OgbQEo8/s72-c/S-M+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-6482213420520122383</id><published>2008-05-01T02:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:01.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_cBbc9R6uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qM9ZGYFhBL0/s1600-h/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_cBbc9R6uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qM9ZGYFhBL0/s320/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185615067081730786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This man has no idea that he is walking right over what could possibly be a cloud of asbestos. But me - I knew perfectly well. But I care so much about my photography that I risked the inevitable sickness known as "mesothelioma" just to snap this picture. It also looks like the man is wearing a pair of Banana Republic "Relaxed Fit Dawson" chinos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-6482213420520122383?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/6482213420520122383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=6482213420520122383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6482213420520122383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6482213420520122383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/cake-walk.html' title='Cake Walk'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_cBbc9R6uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qM9ZGYFhBL0/s72-c/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-1201833978122229156</id><published>2008-05-01T02:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:01.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldilocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlksRY9YPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xpGHkuBkEvU/s1600-h/S-M+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlksRY9YPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xpGHkuBkEvU/s320/S-M+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195294356893688050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Motivated (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This reminds me of Goldilocks or Little Red Riding Hood skipping through the woods and eventually finding herself at some sort of a supposedly adorable house. I took this photograph from the view of the predator, albeit the Big Bad Wolf or the Berenstein Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-1201833978122229156?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/1201833978122229156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=1201833978122229156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1201833978122229156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/1201833978122229156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/05/goldilocks.html' title='Goldilocks'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SBlksRY9YPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xpGHkuBkEvU/s72-c/S-M+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964326309413650655.post-6468079765852916165</id><published>2008-05-01T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:37:02.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_hGcM9R6vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LXih9JdZEZA/s1600-h/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_hGcM9R6vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LXih9JdZEZA/s320/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185972421245659890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This isn't really the famous European Chunnel. At all. It was just an Asian girl sitting in the back of a PATH train and illegally taking photographs with her digital camera. Like I have succeeded in doing so before, I seemed to have made this rather frequently-traveled railroad look old and abandoned. If it truly were old and abandoned, I don't think anybody would want to travel that far down the tracks by foot in what was 30-degree-weather that day. Screw that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/964326309413650655-6468079765852916165?l=nguyenc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/feeds/6468079765852916165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=964326309413650655&amp;postID=6468079765852916165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6468079765852916165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/964326309413650655/posts/default/6468079765852916165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nguyenc.blogspot.com/2008/04/chunnel.html' title='Chunnel'/><author><name>Christina N.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13862641109424432440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/SX6EL40NkAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PWnSUgDZHn8/S220/Foppin+033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnbSuVbOHeU/R_hGcM9R6vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LXih9JdZEZA/s72-c/Planes,+Trains,+and+Automobiles+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
