<?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-7911412045623660900</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:37:02.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Views on the World Around Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-8085978511794740464</id><published>2010-04-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:45:26.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing Blog: Video Games?</title><content type='html'>So, when this semester first started, and I looked through the Creative Writing course outline, I couldn't believe what I saw: Video Games as an area of study? Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't think I've actually ever played a video game from start to finish. And what I remember from high school was going over to my friend's house with a group of people only to be bored out of my mind when the guys of the group would just sit in front of a TV playing a stupid game the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood the appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, one of my favourite things is to read a novel. I mean, I can read for hours on end. I just love the experience of getting to the conclusion. Just how different is that from seeing a video game through to the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just because I don't spend my time playing video games, I do spend time absorbed in a book. I guess we all have our guilty little pleasures that take us away from our every day lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-8085978511794740464?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/8085978511794740464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/04/creative-writing-blog-video-games.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/8085978511794740464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/8085978511794740464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/04/creative-writing-blog-video-games.html' title='Creative Writing Blog: Video Games?'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-6723459685002079124</id><published>2010-03-26T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:00:06.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVICI Cosmetics at the Magazine Fair!</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody! So this Thursday, April 1, 2010, is our Magazine Fair in the atrium of Red River College, Princess Street Campus. We worked until midnight every night before the due date, we are tired, spent, and ready for a bit of fun. Well, this is our chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group's magazine is titled URGE: Urban Generation. It's a Winnipeg based, urban development magazine that showcases local businesses and culture. For my feature article in the magazine, I interviewed Anthony Polverosa, who is the guy behind PROVICI Cosmetics. He was absolutely fantastic. I left the interview wowed by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm very excited to say that Anthony will be at my group's magazine booth this Thursday. So, below is my featured article with the fabulous makeup artist. Check it out, and be sure not to miss a free demo by PROVICI Cosmetics this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Face at a Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perception exists out there that Winnipeg’s Downtown is not the thriving city centre of Toronto or Vancouver, but rather a place void of shopping opportunities to stay away from. However, an oasis of creativity in the form of unique restaurants, beautiful architecture, a vibrant nightlife, and individual boutiques and shopping outlets lies within walking distance. The Exchange District attracts people like Anthony Polvorosa, an entrepreneur who created his business, PROVICI Cosmetics, which is now expanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVICI Cosmetics, located at 233 McDermot Avenue, opened in the Exchange District in April, 2006. Polvorosa has since opened two more locations. First, he opened a kiosk in Kildonan Place, and then the newest at 559 Academy in Advanced on Academy, which opened this past October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polvorosa got his inspiration and education from all over North America. “Being in other Downtowns like Vancouver and Toronto can inspire you. If you are entrepreneurial, you can take what they do there and be for-founding here,” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in Toronto at the International Academy of Design and Technology, Polvorosa earned his Degree in Clothing Design. The 34-year-old then came back to Winnipeg and worked as a makeup artist for M.A.C at The Bay Downtown, who sent him to Chicago to be schooled in makeup artistry. “I apply the same principles of clothing design to makeup,” he says, “I tell my story through makeup now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went out on his own when customers and co-workers at M.A.C started to tell him he needed to do so. “I didn’t want to be another freelance makeup artist,” he says, “so here I am.”&lt;br /&gt;At PROVICI Cosmetics, you can work with the makeup artist to custom blend your own foundation. Polvorosa also works with a chemist to create makeup to his own specifications. “We combine the highest grade mineral and synthetic materials with the latest break-through technology,” he says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerrett Storey, Manager of Marketing and Communications for the Exchange District Business Improvement Zone (Biz), thinks this diverse community offers a great experience. “The Exchange is a place that pulls the creative type in,” says Storey, “I think it’s the rich culture, architecture, and heritage.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exchange District Biz is dedicated to improving business conditions. With the use of marketing, cross promotion, and public relations, it brings the area together. “We support the businesses once they’re here. We offer them a sense of community,” says Storey.&lt;br /&gt;Storey thinks the Exchange District has a bright future. He wants to keep bringing people down to the area. The goal right now is, “to keep drawing focus to this gem of the city. It really is our own little oasis,” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polvorosa sees the Exchange District growing more every year. “When we first came here, there was only two retail outlets, Cake Clothing and Candie &amp;amp; Dolls,” he says, “and now the Exchange is just booming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana Klein, a Senior Makeup Artist at PROVICI Cosmetics, came from working in a mall environment. She has worked for Polvorosa for two years now. The transition to working in the Exchange District has been a welcome one, “in the mall, you kinda did your own thing. Here we all know each other, and help each other out with events,” she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clientele is also a new experience for Klein. “People come here to spend more money,” she says, “we get people from all over the city who come to actually shop.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polvorosa appreciates the feel of community here, a theme he maintains in the marketing and advertising of his company, which is done entirely in-house. “We only use models who are either inspiring or are making a difference in the community,” he says, “like Tara Birtwhistle, who’s a principal dancer for The Royal Winnipeg Ballet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could do it the easy way and get some big celebrity, but why not celebrate who we have here,” says Polvorosa. He feels that with his business being Winnipeg based, he wants to showcase the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVICI Cosmetics is making a name for itself outside of Winnipeg as well. It was recognized as one of Canada’s “Best Primping Hotspots” by FLARE magazine. When Polvorosa found out, he was a bit excited, “I was screaming for days,” he says, “I remember seeing the magazine, Fergie was featured on the cover.” At this point, his face lit up, as he showed me the framed cover he keeps on his makeup counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes a business succeed or fail? Polvorosa doesn’t say he has all the answers, but he does know a few things that got him to where he is today. “Create a reason for your clients to come to you,” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also thinks you cannot be stuck in a particular mould. “You have to be open-minded,” he says, “always learn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exchange District is a great place to set up shop if you offer something unique. Many businesses that start here expand, like Cake Clothing, which has just opened its second location in St. Vital. But even though the goal, as in Polvorosa’s case, is to go global one day, he says, “I take it one location at a time. One face at a time.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-6723459685002079124?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/6723459685002079124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/03/provici-cosmetics-at-magazine-fair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6723459685002079124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6723459685002079124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/03/provici-cosmetics-at-magazine-fair.html' title='PROVICI Cosmetics at the Magazine Fair!'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-6931395378515500082</id><published>2010-03-02T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:47:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Spirit</title><content type='html'>So I didn't get to see the gold medal game on Sunday between the US and Canada, but thanks to Starbucks customers I didn't miss a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to mention just how dead Starbucks was during the game. Three of us girls were working, and each of us would have rather been in front of a TV cheering on our athletes. But the very few customers who did come in for their coffee all knew exactly how the game was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. Every single person who walked in the door knew the score. One lady in the cafe had her blackberry out and gave us updates as they came in. So my Sunday at work missing the game turned into an Olympic party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even knew the moment Canada won, and so did everyone in the vicinity when our link to the Olympics jumped out of her seat and yelled "Canada just won!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, a cafe half full of strangers celebrating our hockey team's win together while earning a day's pay. (We really do live in a fantastic country)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-6931395378515500082?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/6931395378515500082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-spirit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6931395378515500082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6931395378515500082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-spirit.html' title='Olympic Spirit'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-2498258500893954048</id><published>2010-02-06T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:25:45.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm pretty sure chocolate can solve anything. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first case I want to talk about is when you're stressed. You have about a million things to do including, but not limited to, school, homework, work, etc. You look at your agenda, and want to scream. All you need is to pop a little piece of chocolate into you mouth, and voila. You're a tiny bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, and the most famous reason for chocolate, is a break up. I think chocolate was invented for a break up. I mean not only does the taste help, but the chocolate itself boosts seratonin levels in your brain, which makes you happier. Wow, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to be careful, not all chocolate does this. You have to find the stuff that actually has cocoa in it. For example, white chocolate, which I love, has absolutely none. Therefore, all it does is give you sugar and fat, yikes! You should also look out for milk chocolate; it has too much added sugar and other stuff. It could add to your waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's dark chocolate. I don't have anything bad to say about it at all. So here we have Erika's recipe for all things bad: dark chocolate. But some advice from me, go out and buy a package of individually wrapped pieces. This way, when you need a bit of a boost, you can just have one and not over-indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should probably mention that exercising also releases endorphins into your blood, which also makes you happy. So I figure, if you have a small dose of chocolate on the ready, and stairs to climb, you can maintain your happiness and save your sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-2498258500893954048?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/2498258500893954048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/02/bring-on-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/2498258500893954048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/2498258500893954048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/02/bring-on-chocolate.html' title='Bring on the Chocolate!'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-6001770428247010116</id><published>2010-01-29T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:02:48.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>From now on, I'm going to only talk to people in person. That is, when they are someone I don't know, and I want to interview them for a journalism story. It turns out that my voice on the phone is very easy to say no to. And it must be my voice, because I'm always polite and accommodating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I meet someone in person, they simply don't say no. It's like magic. A phone call is intrusive, but stopping someone on the street, in the cold, is welcomed. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing this article, well trying to at least, and I'm not going to lie, I've been pretty stressed about it. Stressed because every time I called someone to set up an interview, they were too busy. And not only too busy that second, or even day, but the whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, out I was in the freezing cold trying to talk to people. By this time, I had given up on the phone. But to my delight, everyone was incredibly nice. They didn't only answer my questions, but did what they could to help me along in my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't have expected anything else, I mean, if it came to an unknown entity at the other side of the phone, or a smiling face in front of me, I'd choose face to face as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, this kind of gives me hope. In a world where everything is run by technology and the newest gadget, It's comforting to know that people still appreciate the human connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-6001770428247010116?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/6001770428247010116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/face-to-face.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6001770428247010116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6001770428247010116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-6426548277310474028</id><published>2010-01-19T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:42:38.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Review on - In The Chamber 2010: Last Men</title><content type='html'>Imagine you’re all set to see a play. You’re excited to see the actors interact in front of you as the plot unwinds and you can’t wait to get lost in the show. Well, I have some bad news. If this is the experience you want, you will immediately dislike In The Chamber 2010: Last Men, playing at the Rachel Brown Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me. I was expecting to see a huge production and everything that comes with it like an elaborate set, an expensive lighting display, and more than one actor on stage at a time. What I got, however, was a bare set, a few spot lights, and one man speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was unimpressed. I was bored. I was disturbed. If you had asked me immediately after the show what I’d thought I would have said it was one of the worst things I’ve ever had to sit through in my life. My opinion has since changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I didn’t know what I was about to watch. My unreal expectations were not met because they were just that, unrealistic. The play I witnessed was really two separate monologues preformed by two separate actors. Each was a speech about a big issue presented in a way that made you think, really think, about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people during the performance laughed, me not being one of them. I simply didn’t see the humour, but others clearly did. Some people were disgusted with the subject matter, and some were even angry they were watching. The thing is, I’m pretty sure every single person left thinking about the issues raised, and with an emotion ready to erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a monologue for 115 minutes is not my thing, but it was quite a thing to have experienced. How talented the actors must have been to cleverly evoke such diverse emotions within their viewers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-6426548277310474028?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/6426548277310474028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/review-on-in-chamber-last-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6426548277310474028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6426548277310474028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/review-on-in-chamber-last-men.html' title='A Review on - In The Chamber 2010: Last Men'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-822839994880439468</id><published>2010-01-14T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:49:50.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Stress</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I'm way happier when I'm busy and stressed than when I'm not. I think this is because when I have the time to actually stop and think, I realize how much I have to do and what I'm not doing at that particular second. I like how focused you can be when there is too much to do at once, even though I would like a few extra hours in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently discovered, as you may have guessed, that I like stress. The thing is, however, that I have to be in the middle of it to thrive. If I stop, even for an hour, I realize that I'm stressed and that is when the negative repercussions happen like worrying, cleaning the same space multiple times, and eating chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think stress can be a very healthy feeling as long as you're preoccupied with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-822839994880439468?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/822839994880439468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/822839994880439468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/822839994880439468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-stress.html' title='On Stress'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-1963166993726744311</id><published>2010-01-08T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:07:23.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>During the holidays, I went on a road-trip out west.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, Monday, December 28, we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/S0fBHHULRSI/AAAAAAAAABc/DS0KJ2hPSnU/s1600-h/mountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/S0fBHHULRSI/AAAAAAAAABc/DS0KJ2hPSnU/s320/mountain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424516604157969698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drove&lt;br /&gt;from Winnipeg to Calgary. I would tell a story from this day, but I'm pretty sure you'd find a story about me sitting in a car all day quite dull, so I'll try to fast-forward to the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, we drove out to Banff. Wow. I've only seen mountains once before, so I was amazed. The scenery around there was astounding. If you've never seen a sight like this one, I strongly recommend you go here, even just to see the beautiful Rockies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Wednesday, we stumbled upon Bridal Falls. Nestled in the mountains was a secluded paradise of moss covered trees, freshly fallen snow, and a waterfall that looks like a bride's veil. The site was closed for the winter, but a server from a small dinner up the road said we could make to the top on foot. We had the falls all to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/S0fBgIejGWI/AAAAAAAAABk/64UiXv7ObBU/s1600-h/bridal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/S0fBgIejGWI/AAAAAAAAABk/64UiXv7ObBU/s320/bridal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424517033966639458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we went to Seattle. Which, by the way, is where I'm going to end up living one day. I spent the past weekend exploring the down-town of Seattle. Everything was amazing there. From seeing the original Starbucks location, standing on the top level of the space needle, watching men through fish around Pike Place Market for a crowd of camera-clad tourists, the architecturally-praised new public library, to simply seeing the view from my 24th-floor hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/S0fE4mNB3BI/AAAAAAAAABs/OeZ4m5iZFVs/s1600-h/seattle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/S0fE4mNB3BI/AAAAAAAAABs/OeZ4m5iZFVs/s400/seattle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424520752797965330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing I learned from this trip was that I have not seen enough of the world around me. Even within Canada, there is so much that I have not yet seen. So far, however, Seattle is my favourite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-1963166993726744311?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/1963166993726744311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/1963166993726744311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/1963166993726744311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/S0fBHHULRSI/AAAAAAAAABc/DS0KJ2hPSnU/s72-c/mountain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-8240233588708758922</id><published>2009-12-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:38:09.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, three more to go!</title><content type='html'>Guys, can you believe we just finished one quarter of the program? It feels amazing to look back at how much work we've all just done. It's also a bit embarrassing to look at an early assignment compared to ones we can pull off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an inspiring thought for all of us, it's only going to get more crazy! And the busier we get, the more stressed we'll get, but also, the more fun we'll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's all take a few weeks to re-group, rest, and give our creativity time to refill. Here's to a great term, and another one to come, Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-8240233588708758922?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/8240233588708758922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-down-three-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/8240233588708758922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/8240233588708758922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-down-three-more-to-go.html' title='One down, three more to go!'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-7791756063141218997</id><published>2009-12-04T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:47:05.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barber of Seville Review</title><content type='html'>Gioachino Rossini’s The Barber of Seville is an opera that is set in Seville during the 17th century. It is sung in Italian with English translations that appear above the stage on an electrical banner. The story is about Count Almaviva falling in love with the beautiful Rosina. She is under the care of her aging guardian, Dr. Bartolo, who keeps her locked away. Almaviva enlists the help of the town barber, Figaro, to sneak into the house where Rosina lives in order to win her heart. Dr. Bartolo discovers their love and threatens to keep them apart forever because he plans on marrying her himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that sounds like the serious, tragic and dramatic stereotypical opera, you are wrong. This opera is damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are first introduced to Figaro, played by James Westman, when he is not a part of the scene at all. While Almaviva serenades Rosina from the town square, just below her bared balcony, Figaro sporadically appears in openings within the huge, three sided revolving set that is rich in colour and detail. Figaro must be in the limelight at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Figaro finally has the stage to himself, which appears to be the way he likes it as he frolics from one end to the other, he sings a familiar melody about how if he didn’t exist, half the women in the town wouldn’t be able to get husbands, or so he believes. Westman sings beautifully while making fun of his own song. He makes an exasperated expression while bobbing his head from side to side during one of the many long, multi-note runs, which are typical in opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the first act, after Figaro had snuck Almaviva into Dr. Bartolo’s house, a perfectly choreographed and hilarious slow-motion fight scene broke out. At one end of the stage, Rosina, played by Nikki Einfeld, is fighting off two soldiers by elbowing them in the gut as they fly backward from the force. In the middle, Figaro is flamboyantly dodging swards, fists, and guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stand-out hilarious scene was after Figaro snuck Almaviva, played by Victor Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Robertson, into the house for a second time disguised as a priest. Somehow, a ridiculous sequence of events starting with Rosina singing beautifully to Dr. Bartolo, played by Peter Strummer, ends with Figaro and Dr. Bartolo kissing. The audience, myself included, erupted with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hilarity continued when Almaviva and Rosina finally confessed their love to each other. They sang a beautiful duet with powerful musical phrases, and amazing high notes. I was taken aback as I heard them sing together. However, during this time they were trying to escape, along with Figaro, from Dr. Bartolo. They kept getting lost in each other’s eyes, frozen in love’s spell. Figaro tried his hardest to speed them up, at which point we saw their escape route taken away in the background. The lovebirds didn’t notice. The audience, again, howled with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Barber of Seville is an opera that doesn’t take itself too seriously. It will leave you satisfied by both the comedy as well as the caliber of performance. If you ever have the chance to see this hilarious opera, do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-7791756063141218997?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/7791756063141218997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/12/barber-of-seville-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/7791756063141218997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/7791756063141218997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/12/barber-of-seville-review.html' title='The Barber of Seville Review'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-609343152861707062</id><published>2009-11-24T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:03:00.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Twitter</title><content type='html'>As of today, I am on Twitter. I just had a crash course on how to use it. The most important thing I've noticed so far is that if you want to know what people are talking about, just go to Twitter and look at the most talked about topics. It's actually quite amazing, Twitter has accomplished making a list of the top ten topics that the public is most interested in at any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; moment. This list in continually updated, so you can literally watch as the top topics change, and gain or lose popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm only just now being exposed to this! My twitter account is @&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ErikaAndersen&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-609343152861707062?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/609343152861707062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/609343152861707062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/609343152861707062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-twitter.html' title='On Twitter'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-3168412001833541093</id><published>2009-11-19T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:34:51.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to teach me how to socialize?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I know how to socialize. But when I'm put into a room full of people I don't know, I tend to get a little nervous. What makes this even more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; is when you walk into that room and people have already formed conversation circles; how do you break into those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the talent of "working a room" is natural or learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who are talented in this area, seem to do it naturally. They appear to be in their element as they pass from conversation circle to conversation circle, joining each with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes though, I think that watching someone work the room, is like watching someone act. They play a character, adjusting their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mannerisms&lt;/span&gt; and speaking style as they go along. Does that mean they are less than genuine? Or do they just bring out different aspects of themselves depending on their audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm hoping that you can learn this talent. Maybe, just like so many other things in life, it just takes practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-3168412001833541093?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/3168412001833541093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-wants-to-teach-me-how-to-socialize.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/3168412001833541093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/3168412001833541093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-wants-to-teach-me-how-to-socialize.html' title='Who wants to teach me how to socialize?'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-6543849298169223003</id><published>2009-11-13T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:08:03.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Types Essay</title><content type='html'>As I watched students arrive at school to hand in a Journalism assignment, I noticed that many of us prepare for assignments in a different way. We hand in our papers in on time; however, our preparedness varies greatly. Some arrive with a frantic expression on their face, hair twisting in every direction after being up all night, and asking around for a stapler in a high-pitched voice. I will name this group of students Team Procrastinators. There are those who arrive in a state of complete calm; makeup and hair done perfectly, no bags under their eyes, and they walk up to the office to hand in their assignment with complete confidence. This group is appropriately named Team Time Management. The third group of students, named Team Slackers, is comprised of the select few in the Creative Communications program that finish their papers in under an hour, fail to edit, and think that their writing is much better after a few beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the majority of students fall into the Team Procrastinators category. Some cases of procrastination, however, are much more severe than others. First, we have the students who are organized and care about their work, they simply put it off until they feel the welcome pang of adrenalin that accompanies the pressure and stress associated with the upcoming deadline. Second, there are the ones who are not organized at all; they do still care about their work but often find themselves watching TV. These students waste a lot of their time just organizing their binders in order to find the assignment sheet, and wait until the last minute to get their final quotes from sources. The final group of procrastinators, who suffer the most from this condition, are the students who cannot bring themselves to begin working on an assignment until that pang of adrenalin becomes a stab in their stomach because it is now midnight, and their assignment is due in eight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second largest group of students falls into the Team Time Management category. Past school and life experiences have taught this group to organize and schedule their time in order to get all that is required done within the appropriate amount of time. The degree of time management differs within this section. For example, some are so organized and scheduled that people accuse them of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, while others manage themselves well without stressing out over every little thing. The OCD bunch are the ones who on their way up to hand in their assignment are still looking to find an error even though they wouldn’t be able to fix it anyway, while the less stressed group know to not even venture a final glance to avoid the feeling of stress. That is the main difference between the two sides of Team Time Management: one side has learned how to avoid stressing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Slackers make up the last category of students. These students do the work, but there is no effort or drive behind it. However in my opinion, there are two different types of slackers: the casual and the eternal. The casual slackers, which I admit to being on the rare occasion, are students who mostly have good time management skills, and really care about their work, but every once in a while need a break from school. And because you cannot simply go to the program coordinator to book a vacation, they slack off for a week or two. These people will almost always bounce back from their zombie-like state and work a bit harder than usual for the next while to prove they belong in Team Time Management. But the eternal slackers may be above all help. They grew up with the habit of slacking becoming more prominent as they aged. They learned how to slide by in high school and unfortunately never snapped out of the behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These classifications of students are of vital importance to college-goers today. If you can recognize what type of student you are, you are more likely to tweak your performance for the better. If you are in the OCD bunch of Team Time Management, you may be able to learn how to not get stressed out. If you are a procrastinator, you can learn the errors of your ways and work on your time management skills. And finally, if you are a slacker, you must either snap out of it quickly to give yourself a chance to succeed, or continue to roll the dice on your future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-6543849298169223003?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/6543849298169223003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/student-types-essay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6543849298169223003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6543849298169223003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/student-types-essay.html' title='Student Types Essay'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-198239534253737791</id><published>2009-11-05T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:30:04.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking Tickets</title><content type='html'>So do these people hide in the bushes, wait for you to park the smallest amount outside of the parking zone, wait for you to get out of your car (even if only for two minutes), then jump out and slam a ticket on your windshield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I understand if your parking is actually horrible and blatantly out of a stall, but I was half in the zone, and half out! And by the way, this happened on a side street where there is parking except for 10 meters from intersecting roads. I was only 2 feet into this restricted area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to make matters more ridiculous, I was inside buying a parking pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to meet the person who originally decided to charge for parking, and also the one who decided to employ people to walk around side streets to seek out people in violation of parking zones by 2 feet and give them expensive tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure people like to give us tickets because they find it amusing to watch our faces when we return to our cars only to be met with a glowing, evil, yellow piece of paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-198239534253737791?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/198239534253737791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/parking-tickets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/198239534253737791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/198239534253737791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/11/parking-tickets.html' title='Parking Tickets'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-398908879821782089</id><published>2009-10-27T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:40:51.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relevance of Blogging</title><content type='html'>Before I started the Creative Communications program, I had never read a blog in my life. I thought a blog was really just another word for online journal. But now that I’ve had a few months of writing and reading them, I’ve changed my view on what they are and what they can accomplish. Here are just a few of the examples I believe show the relevance of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, when you write your ideas and post them for everyone else to read, you’re exposing not only those ideas but also your writing to comments from others. This really helps you evaluate your thinking and writing processes. It helps you to see your views more thoroughly by examining the issue from different angles. Also, you can watch as your style of writing evolves, and which style works best to communicate with the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, you can really get to know people by their posts. By reading my classmates’ blogs, I’ve been able to see a lot more of who they are. How other people think is an amazing thing and you can see the thinking processes of other people in your class, which is not only enlightening, but also helps you to adapt new ways of thinking for yourself. The diverse writing styles also help to increase your own writing skill set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, if you want to know what issues are important to others, just read their blogs. I think this is very important for anyone in the communications field. We need to keep up to date with how people are getting their information, and what issues they want to find their information on. Blogs are a great way to see trends in how this is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, blogs can get things done. Just think of the Progressive Winnipeg blog; he writes about issues around Winnipeg that get him and the public angry. His writing and how he relates the issues to the public have even gotten the city to change some things in order to make conditions better for us. Personally, I never thought a blog could have this much power, but as you can see, it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still quite new to the world of blogging. I don’t have a specific focus yet, or see how my blog relates to other people. But I can say that it is developing into something that will. My biggest take-away from blogging thus far is how to communicate with others online. Not only can you use facebook, and various other social sites, to network with people you meet, but you can also use a venue like blogging to communicate to the world at large. To know that so many people have access to your ideas and writing is a scary, but powerful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you want to improve your writing, learn to see issues through more angles, keep up with changing communication trends, or actually right the wrongs you see around you, blogging can help achieve it. The difficult thing is spending the time required on learning how to do it effectively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-398908879821782089?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/398908879821782089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/relevance-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/398908879821782089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/398908879821782089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/relevance-of-blogging.html' title='The Relevance of Blogging'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-6346543121478564328</id><published>2009-10-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:24:05.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Management</title><content type='html'>So not too long ago, I was sitting at home, stressing about how much homework I had to do. I think it took me a good hour to finish worrying about how I was going to get it all done before I actually started my work. And then, time started disappearing until I had to go to work. At which point, I started to stress again. That was probably two hours that day wasted; I could have gotten a lot done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we procrastinate so much? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Personally&lt;/span&gt;, I think I have it down to a science. I've found that cleaning my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; is an especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prominent&lt;/span&gt; procrastination technique. But, I do have many others, for example TV, I don't even watch this show, and I don't care about the content at all, but here I am mesmerized by the moving pictures. Then at the end of the night I wonder where all my time went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired the other day to take a good hard look at my time management skills. I was at the University of Manitoba, interviewing Steve Kirby, the Director of Jazz studies when I realized there are a lot of people with more to do than me. He runs the Jazz program, is the editor of a magazine, runs extracurricular music activities, and has two children at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I asked him if he would have it any other way, he said "if you want something done, ask a busy man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking about this for a while, I realized It's very true. The busier you are, the more you get accomplished. If Steve Kirby can juggle all that is on his plate, I can examine my own life to find more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found, even with working 30 hours a week, going to school full time, cleaning, and visiting family and friends, I could still find a lot of time to get the homework done. You just have to do. Sit down at your computer, turn off the TV, turn off your phone, and "Just do it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-6346543121478564328?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/6346543121478564328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-management.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6346543121478564328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/6346543121478564328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-management.html' title='Time Management'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-27163365487332663</id><published>2009-10-12T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:26:29.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buyer Beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/StPOiYr_q7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6MXWU_6icBY/s1600-h/tumbler1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391880269030468530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/StPOiYr_q7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6MXWU_6icBY/s200/tumbler1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many paper cups do you use every day? According to Reuters' website, "about 28 billion cups end up in U.S. landfills every year." Can you imagine the number if you combined all the landfills in the entire continent of North America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are becoming more environmentally conscious every year, but we are also economically conscious. So how do we solve the environmental issues that come with drinking our cup of coffee every day while being cost effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of us set out to find the answer. Keeping the life of a student in mind, we went out and purchased five coffee tumblers from different providers: Starbucks, Tim Hortons, Superstore, Sears, and Dollarama. We subjected each to a variety of different tests to test leakage, temperature retention, and durability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're on your way to school, jumping onto the bus, riding your bike, or just dodging traffic while you cross the street, when you finally get to other side and your coffee has spilled all over you brand new scarf. I don't know about you but I'm pretty darn angry. We simulated these situations by shaking the heck out each tumbler. Dollarama - there wasn't even any liquid left, Tim Hortons and Sears - a lot of spillage, Starbucks - two or three drops, and Superstore - earned the perfect store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we did the temperature retention tests, we took readings at 15 minute intervals, first sitting at room temperature, then at freezing. The only two mugs that were still piping hot, after an hour sitting at room temperature, were Starbucks and Superstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we dropped all the tumblers down concrete steps, and again the only two that survived were Starbucks and Superstore, do you notice a trend here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, if you have the money to buy the Starbucks tumbler, do it. The stainless steel ones cost about $20 - $22 dollars. It will keep your coffee hot, keep your scarf clean, and survive if you happen to drop it a few times. However, you can buy the Superstore tumbler for about $15 dollars and be just as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally up to you. Personally, I'm gonna stick to the Starbucks label simply because I love them. I've worked there for more than 3 years, 1 of which was spent as an Assistant Manager, so I guess I am a bit biased. But the point is, I was very impressed with the little tumbler that could. Almost enough to buy that one instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-27163365487332663?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/27163365487332663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/buyer-beware.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/27163365487332663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/27163365487332663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/buyer-beware.html' title='Buyer Beware'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IqxZs-v52sc/StPOiYr_q7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6MXWU_6icBY/s72-c/tumbler1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-2311556783161321809</id><published>2009-10-09T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:27:18.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnecting Yourself</title><content type='html'>What is it that gives some people the ability to separate themselves from their fear? What gives a person the balls to place themselves in the middle of a war-zone to report on a story? How do you take a leap of faith, perhaps, that you'll survive driving down a road that may be littered with landmines to get a story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered if I would have what it takes to put myself in that position. Maybe it's a bit like when you're in a car accident. A few years ago I was driving to my house in St. Andrews through a snow storm, and my car hit a patch of ice and I began swerving. There were other cars on the road near me, and my first thought was "I'm going to hit these people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a weird thing happened, a shot of adrenaline surged through my veins. I was scared, but somehow that rush helped me focus. I was able to forget about my fear of getting into an accident enough to steer myself into the ditch rather then another car. After it was over, and I was nicely resting in the ditch, fear of what could have happened rushed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what might happen when there is gun fire over your head? Does an adrenaline rush take over and you can more easily focus on the task at hand? Do you think that state can last for months at a time, so you don't even realize the danger until you're out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this is possible, what kind of effects does this prolonged state cause to you physically as well as mentally? The mind is an amazing thing, and it's ability to compartmentalize your experiences astounds me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-2311556783161321809?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/2311556783161321809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/disconnecting-yourself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/2311556783161321809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/2311556783161321809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/disconnecting-yourself.html' title='Disconnecting Yourself'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-8726029248027164075</id><published>2009-10-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:21:20.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Addiction</title><content type='html'>Until very recently, I thought I was a person who could survive without technology. Well, let me tell you, that is apparently not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day at the end of August. I was intently applying makeup, getting ready for a night out. I was preoccupied with what I was going to be doing that night. It was a girls night out, and I was so excited. For many of my friends, prying them away from their boyfriends is tough. So this was a rare occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just finished my makeup, which I'm ashamed to say took 45 mins, so it was time to start on the hair. As I turned to plug in my hair straightener, my lovely blackberry slipped off my makeup case, and fell directly into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then faced with a very difficult decision, do i reach into the toilet to save my phone or do i save my dignity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course the phone won. (Don't worry, I have since cleaned and sanitized it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, that if you get your phone wet, the ENTIRE warranty is void? Well I do now, so I was gonna have to come up with upwards of $700 to replace it, yikes!! But my dad with his advanced technological abilities took my phone apart, and dried it out with a hair dryer. Its now going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was without my phone for an entire weekend. Is it even possible to exist today without your phone? How do you live without it, I certainly can't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-8726029248027164075?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/8726029248027164075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/technology-addiction.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/8726029248027164075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/8726029248027164075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/10/technology-addiction.html' title='Technology Addiction'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-4199632943338526474</id><published>2009-09-25T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:31:57.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anorexia Websites</title><content type='html'>Did you know there are websites people who have anorexia or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bulimia&lt;/span&gt;  can go to for tips?? And not tips on getting through their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;, but tips on how to be better at it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On these websites, there are tips on how to hide your condition. Ways in which you can fool your parents into not having a clue as to your state. Just so you can carry on killing yourself slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you can find ways to be a more effective &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bulimic&lt;/span&gt;. For example how to better make yourself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through up&lt;/span&gt;. Or ways to not eat even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else find this preposterous? These sites should be shut down. I can't believe they've been around for as long as they have been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-4199632943338526474?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/4199632943338526474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/09/anorexia-websites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/4199632943338526474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/4199632943338526474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/09/anorexia-websites.html' title='Anorexia Websites'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-5840174146217266620</id><published>2009-09-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:25:31.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Judge a Book by its Cover!</title><content type='html'>I grew up in St. Andrews, MB. Living there, you might know one or two of your neighbours, but that's it. My property was huge, almost 17 acres of land. If you don't know how much space that is, trust me its a lot. You might think that much space would be liberating, but I found it limiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I was surrounded by well-established families. People were well dressed, and drove new cars. Whenever I would drive with my family to Winnipeg, I'd see a person that didn't belong to the particular class I was accustomed to, and I was scared. I couldn't relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sheltered. In my mind, different equalled stay-away-from. My perspective has gradually been changing over the past few years. My recent move to the Ozborne area has provided a great platform to begin the process of re-assessing my judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I went to the Sherbrook Street Festival. There I was amongst a crowd of very different people. Some of which were very similar to the people I saw when I was little, and there I was, mingling. And not only that, I felt comfortable, in my element even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys I met at the festival could have been described as a "punk", had I met him a long time ago. But all I think now is that he was an interesting, fun individual with a lot to say. He turned out to be a likable, charismatic young guy with an interesting perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now run into these situations on a daily basis. Yesterday I walked into my Osborne Starbucks and met another great person in line. The thing is, we could all use a dose of open-mindedness. It's amazing what you see and who you can meet if you simply open your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-5840174146217266620?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/5840174146217266620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-judge-book-by-its-cover.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/5840174146217266620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/5840174146217266620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='You Can&apos;t Judge a Book by its Cover!'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911412045623660900.post-2514398768620904154</id><published>2009-09-11T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:44:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New to the Area</title><content type='html'>I have recently moved to the Osborne area in Winnipeg. Living there is a completely new experience for me. During a 5 minute walk, I'll come across the biggest variety of people I've ever seen over such a short time. Right now life is new, exciting, and challenging. I look forward to writing about how my views on the world will change, how they will stay the same, and also what new views will arise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911412045623660900-2514398768620904154?l=viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/feeds/2514398768620904154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-to-area.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/2514398768620904154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7911412045623660900/posts/default/2514398768620904154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewsontheworldaroundme.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-to-area.html' title='New to the Area'/><author><name>Erika Andersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02240994086890151288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
