<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:28:50 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>American Twentysomething 2.0</title><description>This is the new home of American Twentysomething. Wipe your shoes on the mat and take a look around.</description><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-3558234369869523483</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-13T16:05:18.274-04:00</atom:updated><title>Goodbye cruel People's Republic of Blogistan</title><atom:summary type='text'>To whom it may concern,I can't take it anymore. Our relationship is over and I'm moving on.I'm no longer enamored with the way you look. Your features no longer excite me. You just don't do it for me anymore.There are times when you go away and I don't know why. Then you just show up like nothing every happened. You lose my things regularly. My friends all prefer not to hang around you. It's over</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/04/goodbye-cruel-peoples-republic-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-8166755967644654457</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-10T12:07:13.894-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>school</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>hazardous encounters</category><title>Cursed be the technologies</title><atom:summary type='text'>I got this in an e-mail this morning. JAT 399 is the course designation for an internship.In addition to needing JAT 399 in summer, you also need your second LINGUISTICS course for the BA." - C.H. (my adviser)I blinked, stared and immediate felt my heart launch itself into orbit.No. No! NOOOOOOO!!! NOT STUCK HERE FOR ANOTHER SEMESTER!I ran upstairs (C.H.'s office is right above mine) and </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/04/cursed-be-technologies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-634720165297135647</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T00:54:43.030-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>photography</category><title>April fools</title><atom:summary type='text'>So regarding my recently developed OMG-level case of dandruff (ha ha, Kef JHC [sorry, my bad], very funny), I think the pictures that I uploaded from my phone didn't do it justice. A few days ago, the entire campus basked in the sunny glow of 80-degree weather. And then... andWithin 24 hours, the temperature went from pretty comfortable to arctic. After a few days of the freezing temperatures, it</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fools.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiwR3fBbV3U/RhnRjGJqAsI/AAAAAAAAABg/6OF2ZwDgTyo/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-8724193273427735215</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-06T19:45:59.304-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Poor tulip.</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/04/poor-tulip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-686923479610426834</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-06T19:42:48.371-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Yes. That is snow in my hair. Yes it is April. </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-6450930506659831016</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 02:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T22:38:33.303-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>work</category><title>I believe too</title><atom:summary type='text'>This post is written in the spirit of NPR's column over the radio "This I Believe." It was inspired by the writings of Karl and Alissa. Rock on.It's hard for me to know how much of this I will believe as I grow older, grow in experience and grow in relationships with the people I know and the people I've met and the people I will meet. I don't know what will be subtracted, added or untouched on </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-believe-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-2276810958112065672</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T00:20:07.391-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>writing</category><title>Communication?</title><atom:summary type='text'>My twice monthly column from the paper.</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/communication.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-2803364469630324214</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T00:54:43.588-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>humor</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>reflections on life</category><title>Pet peeve #1</title><atom:summary type='text'>I think it's about time I told you folks about the No. 1 pet peeve I have. It's not stupid drivers. It's not white people (as my ethnic background often leads people to believe). It's not even people who talk too loudly on their cell phones in public places (although I am of the persuasion that people who do that deserve to be hit in the head with a tack hammer). My number one pet peeve is:(</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/pet-peeve-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QiwR3fBbV3U/RgxrYALAniI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q8L61w09cAU/s72-c/Legtips2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-1258100864603502720</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-27T15:56:53.535-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>work</category><title>Cliff-fallen</title><atom:summary type='text'>The problem with writing a cliffhanger to which you don't know the ending is that it's very likely things will go South.And not South as in to Florida for vacation. South as in bad. Bad as in three-month-old milk. Unrefrigerated.Anyway, when I called last week to the paper, they said they still had a full-time position open as a copy editor and were wondering if I was interested. What I didn't </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/cliff-fallen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-798891849733464123</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-23T03:33:25.000-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-5450569091955133098</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-22T13:06:54.289-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>work</category><title>Shortest. Cliffhanger. Ever.</title><atom:summary type='text'>I asked for an internship.I got offered a job...</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/shortest-cliffhanger-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-6407078476126557630</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-21T12:01:21.308-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>injuries and illness</category><title>Clever title goes here</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's been exactly two weeks since my last blog post.When someone first mentioned it (Tracy, that's you), I began to wonder if I maybe should get to it. Side note: Tracy, when you mentioned that in front of Tom, I about died. I mean, I know that he knows about it, but come on. Don't remind him. I'm already sure he thinks I'm crazy. (Side side note: The Tom I'm referring to is an editor at a paper </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/clever-title-goes-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-3942991557001587822</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-07T00:34:57.622-05:00</atom:updated><title>A new meaning of love</title><atom:summary type='text'>Crying alertDo not proceed unless tissues are handy. You WILL need them if you watch this video.This post should have been a happy one, but the wagon journey is still in progress and then someone posted this video on their blog and I watched it.And I've been crying ever since. Not out and out sobbing or bawling, but my eyes refuse to stop watering. Part of me is ready to claim this is absolutely </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-meaning-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-3455387059314213309</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2007 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-04T20:00:23.808-05:00</atom:updated><title>We really will not ford the river</title><atom:summary type='text'>Okay, so here's the deal-io.The first wagonload is full. Myself and 4 other people are going to be placed in said fictional wagon. I'm going to do a runthrough of the game and then a transcript of the journey will be sent to each of the wagon's inhabitants. You're welcome to add whatever dialogue and or commentary on events, etc. that take place. Okay? Also, feel free to collaborate with your </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-really-will-not-ford-river.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-4760594614899648717</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-25T23:07:03.191-05:00</atom:updated><title>We will not ford the river</title><atom:summary type='text'>Okay, so I was at my compy today, screwing around (not a new story, trust me) when I had a brilliant idea. See, I was playing Oregon Trail, reliving some of the glory days of elementary school, when it hit me. When I was in school, we would name the players in the wagon after people in the class (and hope that it wasn't us who got dysentery and died). So anyway, here's the brilliant idea. Anyone </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-will-not-ford-river.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-1226229673651836850</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2007 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-24T23:37:52.181-05:00</atom:updated><title>Editor's note</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dear beloved readers,I hate having to be a wet blanket, but a recent comment had to be declined because the commenter, who remains unknown to me as well because they were anonymous, used a word in their comment that I didn't want in the comments section.Please keep the comments PG rated at most. I'd like to keep the blog as clean as possible so as to offend none of my potential readers. Thanks </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/editors-note.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-6944427920213092911</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-24T10:29:01.666-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Speling are gud.</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/speling-are-gud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-320951221375843542</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-23T18:01:01.344-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>work</category><title>A story of how I came to be apologetic</title><atom:summary type='text'>I wrote another column for Thursday's paper, but during the day, a little piece of mail came in to the paper via the Interwebs.A piece of hate mail.For me.And we published it. It's the second one down.Now, I read his letter, and it made me mad. Not just mad, I should say... Furious.It was 1:30 a.m. at the paper, I'd just finished putting the paper online and I took some time to read the letter, </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/story-of-how-i-came-to-be-apologetic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-2827310297388114404</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 08:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-20T06:29:20.131-05:00</atom:updated><title>Greatest Hits</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dear reader, Whether you're reading this because I just posted it or it's far into the future, only one thing matters to me.You're reading my blog.Anyway, I put together a list of posts I liked or that I thought you should read to get a better idea about me. The list is divided into two parts, those from my old blog American Twentysomething or those from this blog, American Twentysomething 2.0. </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/greatest-hits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-370196783889707088</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-19T11:18:55.609-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>writing</category><title>Prologue?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Okay kids, so I couldn't sleep last night and I had this crazy idea. It was so crazy, I figured why not go ahead with it. I write a bi-monthly column for my paper and every column I've written in the past five months has been about friendship. So I figured, why not go big picture?This is purely a work of fiction, but as you can tell, I'm drawing on a main character very much like myself. I </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/prologue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-3720781365069069574</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 23:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-18T18:14:13.451-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Boredom plus unusual steadiness of hand equals awesome.</atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/boredom-plus-unusual-steadiness-of-hand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-8914538116446088995</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-16T09:40:18.439-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>miscellaneous</category><title>Looking for love (Russian style)</title><atom:summary type='text'>Got this in my e-mail today:Hello!!!Hi.How are you? My name is Nadejda. I am 26 years old. I live in Russia, city Yoshkar-Ola. Oh... I had no idea you were not from around here.I am cheerful woman, and like to do many things as sport, camping, go to the cinema, theatre etc. Well, that's good news.In a word I like to do all what like all people. I work in marketing structure on sale of cosmetics. </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/looking-for-love-russian-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-2189665895813843752</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-14T18:39:25.207-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>school</category><title>An hour's difference</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's funny how much difference one hour will make. Rescuers call the first hour after someone is injured severely "the golden hour" because it's in that first hour that someone who's severely injured needs emergency treatment the most. That hour can save their life.Now, despite the fact that I'm accident-prone the point of asininity (I'm currently well-versed in how to set my own broken fingers </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/hours-difference.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-8441645446221581216</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-12T11:15:14.311-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>school</category><title>Officially past the point of no return</title><atom:summary type='text'>I figure I'm becoming the worst regular blogger ever, but can you really blame me? After recovering from the plague, I had plenty of class work to do. In the space of the last two weeks, I've been surrounded by a flock of 1,500 Republicans, interviewed three gubernatorial (I love that word) candidates — including the governor, made and lost a thousand fortunes, actually re-learned how to sleep </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/officially-past-point-of-no-return.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921758363282337513.post-3465460177513838067</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-14T00:54:44.851-05:00</atom:updated><title>Kentucky Fried Groundhog</title><atom:summary type='text'>That gave you a pleasant mental image, didn't it?Eight days ago, I found myself in Louisville, Ky. I was wearing a tie, carrying my camera and coughing every thirty seconds or so. On Thursday of last week, the doctor who examined me explained that I probably didn't have pneumonia, and that if I did it was a borderline, minor case. Still, after learning that I was coughing hard enough to be sore </atom:summary><link>http://dshafa.blogspot.com/2007/02/kentucky-fried-groundhog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shafa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QiwR3fBbV3U/RcRtulPt90I/AAAAAAAAAAo/5HGA8qgox4o/s72-c/Big_Bill_In_Groundhog-731047.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item></channel></rss>