<?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-6375576244089146565</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:36:05.262-07:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='Safety'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='aware'/><category term='attention'/><category term='Email'/><category term='Dreams.'/><category term='light'/><category term='repaid'/><category term='fishy'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Opportunity'/><category term='act'/><category term='Kiva'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='war'/><category term='Oars'/><category term='Breathe'/><category term='Actor'/><category term='30'/><category term='New'/><category term='Present'/><category term='enlightened'/><category term='Loans'/><category term='Therapy'/><category term='Year'/><category term='Breasts'/><category term='Boat'/><category term='Presence'/><category term='Real'/><category term='Knocked Up'/><category term='Dragons'/><category term='class'/><category term='voice'/><category term='Loan'/><category term='Half'/><category term='Flex'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Traveling'/><category term='Spanish'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Health'/><category term='age.'/><category term='Play'/><category term='Fast'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='Bay Bridge closure'/><category term='l'/><category term='Zip'/><category term='SAG'/><category term='Rabbit Hole'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Actors'/><category term='son'/><category term='Sushi'/><category term='Breast'/><category term='Talent'/><category term='contract.professional Actor'/><category term='Belief'/><category term='violence'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Inbox'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Human'/><category term='Casting'/><category term='Old'/><category term='Procrastinate'/><category term='Bigger Thinking'/><category term='Muhammad Yunus'/><category term='Drive'/><category term='Let it be'/><category term='life'/><category term='City Car Share'/><category term='Are you ready?'/><category term='inspired thought'/><category term='Slow'/><category term='Recognition'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='technology.'/><category term='Healing'/><category term='August'/><category term='different places'/><category term='Eclipse'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Interest'/><category term='listen'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='career'/><category term='Moon Full'/><category term='Masters'/><category term='debt'/><category term='Tell Me'/><category term='Remember'/><category term='Hollywood'/><category term='Character'/><title type='text'>ShariSays</title><subtitle type='html'>ShariSays is a blog about what ever it is needs saying.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375576244089146565.post-8133847730078377064</id><published>2011-06-16T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:00:15.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sushi'/><title type='text'>Sushi's Legacy</title><content type='html'>While we knew the day would come when Sushi would leave us, it is still a sad time.&lt;br /&gt;What is joyous is what Sushi always reminded me of.  This I would like to share with you.  Sushi always stretched royally after she had been sitting. Most dogs do this.  Even if she had been sitting for just 5 minutes when she got up she would stretch.  this is a great habit.  Sushi always had fresh clean filtered water.  Sushi's food was always the best.  She lived in quality air, where we filtered the air in the studio and at home.  Best of all she had so much love.  From me and everyone in the studio.  This seems like a great recipe for a beautiful long life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-8133847730078377064?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8133847730078377064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=8133847730078377064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8133847730078377064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8133847730078377064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2011/06/sushis-legacy.html' title='Sushi&apos;s Legacy'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-9171573375067356952</id><published>2011-04-01T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T01:08:53.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Month</title><content type='html'>New thoughts. New feelings. New hopes. No new fears. Love April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-9171573375067356952?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/9171573375067356952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=9171573375067356952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/9171573375067356952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/9171573375067356952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-month.html' title='New Month'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5053930605177981269</id><published>2011-01-27T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:08:14.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>What is New in New Year</title><content type='html'>New.  Always a good word. What makes something new?  Does it mean something old like the old year is not as good?  Or is it just past?  Something new is current and something old is past?  However if it is really old it seems it becomes more valuable.  The good old days were once just the old year we were happy to get rid of.  It seems it is perspective.  My brother got a new dog for Christmas.  His old one died.  I still have the same old one.  Kind of makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5053930605177981269?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5053930605177981269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5053930605177981269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5053930605177981269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5053930605177981269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-new-in-new-year.html' title='What is New in New Year'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-7138646436852289599</id><published>2010-02-21T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:53:48.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek or Find</title><content type='html'>Most of us seek and we become seekers. Commited life long seekers. At first we were seekers of truth or enlightenment or whatever. At some point the act of seeking became the point. The vision was lost. &lt;br /&gt;Even being a finder, as in I found the truth or I found whatever still can become dismissive of the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest be in the moment. Neither be a seeker or a finder  The moment offers everything that anyone could seek or find.   &lt;br /&gt;But if you find my glasses I would appreciate it. I have been seeking them for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/21/880.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/21/s_880.jpg' border='0' width='211' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Present&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-7138646436852289599?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7138646436852289599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=7138646436852289599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7138646436852289599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7138646436852289599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/seek-or-find.html' title='Seek or Find'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1489112824160584099</id><published>2010-02-17T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:38:35.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>2010  What a great number.  I like it way better than the 2009. With one month and a half already gone it seems relative that this year is going fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1489112824160584099?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1489112824160584099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1489112824160584099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1489112824160584099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1489112824160584099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-82452377158302451</id><published>2010-02-17T22:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:16:15.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you going</title><content type='html'>This is the way to send out news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/17/1572.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/17/s_1572.jpg' border='0' width='245' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-82452377158302451?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/82452377158302451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=82452377158302451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/82452377158302451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/82452377158302451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-are-you-going.html' title='Where are you going'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-6679154976483932717</id><published>2010-02-17T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:10:17.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;When the technology moves so fast it becomes a real choice of what to choose to use to communicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/17/1556.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/17/s_1556.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6679154976483932717?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6679154976483932717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6679154976483932717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6679154976483932717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6679154976483932717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/mobile-talk.html' title='Mobile talk'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-624652202837085228</id><published>2009-05-10T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:52:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G-kids Update</title><content type='html'>Happy Trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/50.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/05/10/s_50.jpg' border='0' width='220' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From Shari on the go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-624652202837085228?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/624652202837085228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=624652202837085228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/624652202837085228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/624652202837085228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/g-kids-update.html' title='G-kids Update'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5350838713394911509</id><published>2009-05-09T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:23:58.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired thought'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a long time.  I had to ask for help to even remember how I sign in to post a blog.  Well, I now have 10 Grand Children and am thrilled.  We have found friendfeed.com and hope we will be able to keep up with it all.  This will help with the instant technology I hope.  Still working on writing my book.  Hmm.  Still coaching, and loving it.  Still creating inspired thought.  How about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5350838713394911509?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5350838713394911509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5350838713394911509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5350838713394911509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5350838713394911509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1193572091421569752</id><published>2008-10-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:52:26.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiva'/><title type='text'>Loans</title><content type='html'>Just re loaned money to another investor at Kiva.org.  This is so fun.  It is still the same $25 that I loaned a year ago.  It was paid back and I finally got around to loaning it again.&lt;br /&gt;Check out Kiva, I find it fascinating and very exciting to in some small way help.&lt;br /&gt;Shari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1193572091421569752?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1193572091421569752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1193572091421569752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1193572091421569752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1193572091421569752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/10/loans.html' title='Loans'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1688771227416888963</id><published>2008-08-13T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:31:58.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>Hi, well, I think I like August.  My son has his birthday in August.  August seems to pronounce fall.  While all of Europe vacations I still work, towards what end I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot about vacationing.  There are a few places I would like to go.  I don't think I will go in August though.  I wouldn't leave San Francisco in September as that is the best month here.  Most tourists have left, the weather is better, the sky is beautiful.  Maybe I will go somewhere in October.  That would seem to be a great month to be somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1688771227416888963?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1688771227416888963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1688771227416888963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1688771227416888963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1688771227416888963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/08/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-3483039982548853312</id><published>2008-08-03T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:24:51.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So today I am trying to update to mobile me.  I like the sound of it.  So far I am not too mobile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-3483039982548853312?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3483039982548853312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=3483039982548853312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3483039982548853312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3483039982548853312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/08/mobile-me.html' title='Mobile Me'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4687075550259219695</id><published>2008-04-13T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:43:36.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different places'/><title type='text'>Lives from Different Places</title><content type='html'>We do all come from different places.  Even when we get together, we come from a different place and return to a different place.  Locations as different places make sense.  We understand they are different.  What is interesting to me is to sit in a room with people and realize as we are all together we are in totally different places.  We are in different places at the same time and in the same place.  All together in the same moment we are in different places.  Understanding that is momentous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4687075550259219695?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4687075550259219695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4687075550259219695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4687075550259219695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4687075550259219695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/04/lives-from-different-places.html' title='Lives from Different Places'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-2280673575904019697</id><published>2008-03-23T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:11:02.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiva'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Well, I know you are all awaiting the Easter Bunny.  And if he does not come, do not be disappointed.  I have some good news.  The money loaned to the woman through Kiva has repaid all the money.  Wow, business is good in that country.  Yeah.  I am sure you will check out Kiva now.  I am free to loan my money again or just take it back.  So at least this woman will enjoy a debt free day.  America, think about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-2280673575904019697?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2280673575904019697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=2280673575904019697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2280673575904019697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2280673575904019697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-8929356858235593824</id><published>2008-02-11T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:34:45.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>What does it mean when you look down and discover you have sprinkled chocolate on your egg?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-8929356858235593824?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8929356858235593824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=8929356858235593824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8929356858235593824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8929356858235593824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/02/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1027831441314441661</id><published>2008-01-17T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:53:05.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MacWorld Expo</title><content type='html'>Here I am at the Mac World Expo.  So far I got a hat and found the blogger lounge so I could sit down for a while.  Yeah.  I love the blogger lounge.  Very tech intensive.  Lots of cool stuff to see and learn about. One day left.  You should try it.  There seems to be a lot of people who don't know what blogging even is.  Well, here there are a lot of things that I don't know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;Time to up grade and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1027831441314441661?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1027831441314441661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1027831441314441661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1027831441314441661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1027831441314441661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/01/macworld-expo.html' title='MacWorld Expo'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-8626030315534015247</id><published>2008-01-09T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:36:22.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Shoes</title><content type='html'>No, not really new shoes, just a new way to feel walking in new places like new shoes.  When I got new shoes (once a year as I remember) I was so excited.  I remember trying to wear them to bed.  I had the covers just over my feet, as it was really hot in early September in L.A.  My mom came in to tuck me in and wanted to cover me up more.  I said no, don't, it is just right.  She picked up the sheet and saw my shoes.  They were cute brown shoes.  She made me take them off. As I remember she also laughed.  That was okay as she did not laugh very much. That was the year I got 2 pairs of shoes to wear to school.  The brown ones and some new tennis shoes.  I found it very difficult to decide which ones to wear on which days and why.  I had no idea how decisions like this are made.  Very tough for me. I did seem to know that if I did not wear them I would grow out of them anyway.  In the summers we wore beach walkers all summer or barefoot.  Only in September did we get new shoes.  I am excited about new Year.  Just like I was about the new shoes.  Where will I go?  What will I do?  This is such an exciting place to be in this New Year.  Maybe I will buy some New Shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-8626030315534015247?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8626030315534015247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=8626030315534015247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8626030315534015247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8626030315534015247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-shoes.html' title='New Year, New Shoes'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4809438972012437797</id><published>2007-12-24T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:06:24.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eve of What</title><content type='html'>This is the Eve.  THE EVE.  I sometimes feel it is the Eve of disappointment.  Not really a Holiday.  Seems based on what you get, what you want, and what you give. Where are you in all this?  For me I feel on the Eve of something.  Something inspirational.  I looked at the moon last night.  Wow, it was glowing.  It was bright.  It was, simply inspirational.  So this Eve of something I write to you asking you to see what exactly it is the Eve of, for you, for your family, for your life.  There definitely is something in the air.  Or on this Earth.  What is it for you. Will this something be peace?  Will it be angst?  How do you decide?  When I feel on the Eve of something I get excited.  I feel expectancy and a sense of really looking forward to something. And then I feel this moment is enough.  Exactly as it is.  It is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4809438972012437797?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4809438972012437797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4809438972012437797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4809438972012437797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4809438972012437797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/12/eve-of-what.html' title='The Eve of What'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5537664830531615048</id><published>2007-12-22T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:45:09.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Seminar</title><content type='html'>Nick Scoggin and Shari Carlson are launching a new seminar.&lt;br /&gt;The 4square process.  We are offering a FREE seminar to the first 10 people who call 415-981-6464.  This seminar will be in San Francisco Studio on Wednesday, December 26th , 2007 from 7pm to 9pm.  This is a first.  Nick Scoggin has created this for the performers. If you are one who recognizes preparation as being the key to success, then this is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5537664830531615048?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5537664830531615048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5537664830531615048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5537664830531615048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5537664830531615048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-seminar.html' title='New Seminar'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-6005241928107100889</id><published>2007-12-22T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T16:40:40.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bigger Thinking'/><title type='text'>Think Bigger</title><content type='html'>That is the thought from Dan Belzer in Los Angeles.  I agree with him.  Hey, The woman I loaned the money to made another payment.  Wow.  Business must be booming in South America.  Kiva.org.  Micro Loans.  What a great idea. This woman thought bigger.  She wanted to buy some new utensils for her small lunch business and some tables and chairs.  For her customers.  So thinking bigger for her was a total of $300.  I had a small $25 dollars in that amount.  The rest came from other people that liked her thinking bigger. I like thinking bigger.  It is fun.  Let's all try it.  Hmm, what would thinking bigger address?  Our surroundings?, yes that would be good.  What you can do for yourself and others? Yes, that would be good.  Bigger hearts? Yes, that would be good.  Action will follow the thought.  I am thinking bigger already. Don't be afraid.  Let's just do it.  Okay, do it. Now go take an action.  Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6005241928107100889?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6005241928107100889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6005241928107100889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6005241928107100889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6005241928107100889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/12/think-bigger.html' title='Think Bigger'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-7378722308787320111</id><published>2007-11-23T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:21:31.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbit Hole'/><title type='text'>Rabbit Hole</title><content type='html'>Our Play is really great.  I am so excited.  It is so much fun to see such great work in our studio.  We have a my space page.  studio300theatre and we most importantly are having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in San Francisco come see us.  We have one more weekend.  We got some great reviews too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-7378722308787320111?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7378722308787320111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=7378722308787320111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7378722308787320111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7378722308787320111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/11/rabbit-hole.html' title='Rabbit Hole'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4976776203648935445</id><published>2007-11-20T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:26:06.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loan'/><title type='text'>Payments have been made.</title><content type='html'>Can't wait to tell all of you that the Kiva.org place where I loaned money to a woman has made 2 payments already.  This is so cool  I am so excited.  It is a welcome relief especially since I wasted 2 hours on the phone talking to Aftra/Sag wanting to know why, when my deposit reached the bank on Monday they charged me $200 in fees for paying small bills that came in on Monday.  Somehow it was blamed on the post office.  I had to write a letter asking them to officially review the situation.  This sounds fishy to me. I will be changing banks at this point.  The last time I was again $20 overdrafted and they mailed me a letter that took 5 days to reach me.  A simple email would have corrected this immediately.  This also sounds very fishy to me.  It seems as if they do not want me to know so I can not have a chance to correct my mistake before the extract fees upwards of hundreds of dollars.  I would much rather loan that money to someone in a third world country.&lt;br /&gt;Fishy Fishy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4976776203648935445?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4976776203648935445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4976776203648935445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4976776203648935445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4976776203648935445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/11/payments-have-been-made.html' title='Payments have been made.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4143805541677236589</id><published>2007-10-08T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:34:29.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Present'/><title type='text'>Bogging on towards What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What are we blogging on towards? I like to think it is something that satisfies every moment.  What is satisfying?  Well, I guess it is different for everyone.  It seems for me it is a moment fully lived, a special experience marked forever in my library of moments that are special.  When I see the photos of my children and grandchildren looking so present and available acting in the moment just like themselves, I feel great satisfaction. A moment captured in time for all to see. Revealing all the moment had to offer.  No pretense here.  Only presence, and that is just such a present to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4143805541677236589?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4143805541677236589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4143805541677236589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4143805541677236589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4143805541677236589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/10/bogging-on-towards-what.html' title='Bogging on towards What?'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-2742173160380212227</id><published>2007-09-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:02:15.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><title type='text'>Bathroom Mirror is Hazardous to your Health</title><content type='html'>Beware of the bathroom Mirror.  It can be hazardous to your health.  I have actually caught people looking in the bathroom mirror and completely demoralizing themselves right before they have to appear in front of a camera.  It is unbelievable how cruel and harmful people are to themselves.  I was so shocked and taken aback I had to yell stop.  That is so destructive.  Please, when you look into a mirror be kind.  Have a kind face on and a gentle way about you.  No vicious derogatory statements or attacks are necessary for anyone.  Your talent and creativity and inner child will appreciate this as well as your fellow performers, who are left to pick up the pieces when you are done. Cruelty is not justifiable nor is it needed for any kind of performance.  Since it is such a habit for so many of you try changing it to words like, wow, I am looking quite well, or  Wow, looking good today, or Hmm, have I lost some weight?  I look great.  Stop the violence any way you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-2742173160380212227?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2742173160380212227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=2742173160380212227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2742173160380212227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2742173160380212227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/bathroom-mirror-is-hazardous-to-your.html' title='Bathroom Mirror is Hazardous to your Health'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1175894641133467568</id><published>2007-09-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:25:11.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>What does it all mean?</title><content type='html'>I was surfing, yes on the internet.  Try as I might I have not yet mastered the waves.  As I was spot reading I ran across the statement "light destroys the darkness"  I beg to differ.  This is actually not true.  Light merges with the darkness.  You can not have one without the other. Both are equally valued and needed.  You must understand the significance of the light merging with the dark.  If you are in a room and it is dark and you turn on a light it is now light.  Where did the darkness go?  Nowhere.  It is still there.  It has merged with the light.  When you turn the light off it is dark.  The darkness is still there.  Cool huh?  this is not a war.  It is nature and all is well.  When people try to enlighten you it does seem sometimes like it is a war.  Truly it is not.  No war.  Both will still exist long after we have warred ourselves into oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1175894641133467568?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1175894641133467568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1175894641133467568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1175894641133467568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1175894641133467568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-does-it-all-mean.html' title='What does it all mean?'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4904783112305693841</id><published>2007-09-21T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:49:35.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><title type='text'>Well Amazement continues</title><content type='html'>Those of you who have been keeping up, I heard from the woman that I loaned $25 to to complete her $300 loan to purchase kitchen utensils and tables and chairs for her lunch business.  I believe she thanked me, however she wrote in Spanish and I do not read Spanish.  Hmm, I somehow feel a bit uneducated, however I will either use the computer to translate or get one of my highly educated friends to let me know what she said.  I feel quite astounded and amazed that this thing may actually work.  I consider it really working when I am paid back, I now consider it a great success as it has raised the level of consciousness for me and others that are near me. I am looking forward to more news and will keep you all posted.  Let me know how each of you are also doing with the Kiva.org idea.  Okay, watch and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4904783112305693841?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4904783112305693841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4904783112305693841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4904783112305693841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4904783112305693841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-amazement-continues.html' title='Well Amazement continues'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1058266106346816444</id><published>2007-09-19T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:45:12.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it be'/><title type='text'>Let it Be, Let it Be</title><content type='html'>In so many ways and means the message today is let it be.  Don't change anything as nothing needs changing.  Change is overrated.  Let it be.  Everything is perfect as it is and take a breathe and breathe it in and out and let it be.  Message to self.  Now a message for you.  Hi, how are you? Let it be.  That is the message.  Much Love, Shari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1058266106346816444?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1058266106346816444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1058266106346816444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1058266106346816444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1058266106346816444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-it-be-let-it-be.html' title='Let it Be, Let it Be'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-6604744762508800945</id><published>2007-09-12T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:37:30.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams.'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams are a funny thing. I have dreams, you have dreams. I never really thought about it,  but I think my dog Sushi has dreams too. Of course I have heard her yelping occasionally, and she does snore too. Yesterday I needed to rest  for  a few minutes so I lay down on the couch.  Sushi jumped up next to me and lay down next to my head. She usually sleeps down by my feet. Well, we fell asleep together and ten minutes later I woke up startled by a very weird dream. I dreamed of a whole bunch of small dogs happily sitting around just looking me. I could tell they really liked me. Sushi woke up startled too.  I am wondering if I had her dream, or if we swithced dreams.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6604744762508800945?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6604744762508800945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6604744762508800945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6604744762508800945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6604744762508800945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-2109754756931257228</id><published>2007-09-08T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:01:30.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muhammad Yunus'/><title type='text'>Gulible and Amazed.</title><content type='html'>SO THE NAME OF THE GUY WHO WON THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE FOR CREATING A WAY TO LOAN MONEY, MOSTLY TO WOMEN IS MUHAMMAD YUNUS.  THIS IS A GREAT THINKER AND NOW OF COURSE THERE IS THE WAYS AND MEANS TO DUPLICATE, WHICH IS THE HALLMARK OF ANY REALLY GREAT IDEA.  SO KIVA IS THE DUPLICATE THAT TAKES YOUR MONEY AND LOANS IT TO THE NEEDY.  I CHOOSE A WOMAN IN SOUTH AMERICA, WANTING TO borrow $300 AND I SUPPLIED THAT LAST $25 SO SHE GETS THE LOAN.  THERE IS A TIME LIMIT ON THE LOANS AND ALSO ON THE REPAYMENTS.  SHE IS 60 AND NEEDED TO PURCHASE SOME NEW AND ADDITIONAL UTENSILS FOR HER LUNCH BUSINESS AND SOME TABLES AND CHAIRS FOR HER CUSTOMERS.  I WILL LET YOU ALL KNOW IF SHE PAYS IT BACK.  GREAT THINGS ARE GOING ON AND I CONTINUE TO BE AMAZED AND WHETHER IT IS GULLIBLE OR NOT IS NOT A PROBLEM FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;SHARI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-2109754756931257228?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2109754756931257228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=2109754756931257228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2109754756931257228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2109754756931257228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/gulible-and-amazed.html' title='Gulible and Amazed.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5784193328221239078</id><published>2007-09-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy in white pants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/RuBdjtf5p4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JWPjzWH3fsw/s1600-h/photo-734189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/RuBdjtf5p4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JWPjzWH3fsw/s320/photo-734189.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107184845528344450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5784193328221239078?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5784193328221239078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5784193328221239078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5784193328221239078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5784193328221239078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/guy-in-white-pants.html' title='Guy in white pants.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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/_GFYEt_CM14w/RuBdjtf5p4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JWPjzWH3fsw/s72-c/photo-734189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375576244089146565.post-5363604881928713171</id><published>2007-09-06T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:59:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bart train</title><content type='html'>Does blogging while riding on the Bart train count? The train is cool  &lt;br&gt;and comfortable and excel for the guy in white pants who just got on  &lt;br&gt;who is drumming his fingers in impatience the car is empty. Oh, they  &lt;br&gt;just announced delay up ahead because of equipment problems. We will  &lt;br&gt;wait at embarcadero&lt;br&gt;  for an additional ten minutes&lt;br&gt;Or so. None of this seems to bother Sushi as she is quietly sleeping  &lt;br&gt;in her carrier. For someone who is bothered by noise she doesn't seem  &lt;br&gt;to mind the  noise of travel on the train. I on the other hand have to  &lt;br&gt;travel with noise cancelling ear phones. This seems to cut out the  &lt;br&gt;wear and tear on me. I have really liked travels with them, and it is  &lt;br&gt;the only time I listen to music except when I am working. We are now  &lt;br&gt;through the tunnell and my veiw is bright. Most people on the train  &lt;br&gt;are sleeping now, even the guy in the white pants. I wonder if this is&lt;br&gt;  the current American form of meditation. The Bart riders do seem  &lt;br&gt;much more mellow than drivers on the highways. I will try to capture a&lt;br&gt;Photo to send to my blog. I really like Thursday&amp;#39;s.&lt;br&gt;Love always love, Shari&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5363604881928713171?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5363604881928713171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5363604881928713171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5363604881928713171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5363604881928713171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/bart-train.html' title='Bart train'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-6895152794525964018</id><published>2007-09-05T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T01:44:48.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loan'/><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>SOMETIMES I AM AMAZED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS ONE OF THOSE DAYS I AM AMAZED.  I HEARD ABOUT A WEBSITE CALLED WWW.KIVA.ORG.  STARTED BY A COUPLE DOING WORK IN THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES,  THIS WEB SITE MAKES IT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO LOAN MONEY TO SPECIFIC PEOPLE WHO NEED A LOAN TO SUCCEED IN THEIR BUSINESS.  THE REPAYMENT RATE IS UNBELIEVABLE AND YOU CAN WITHDRAW YOUR LOAN OR RE LOAN IT.  WHAT WAS THE NAME OF THE NOBEL PEACE PRIZE WINNER WHO WON FOR DEVELOPING THE MICRO LOANS?  THIS CONCEPT IS THE SAME, HOWEVER THIS IS OVER THE INTERNET AND MAKES IT POSSIBLE FOR ME TO PARTICIPATE EASILY.  WOW, THIS IS SO INCREDIBLE.  IT DOES FEEL GREAT. I WAS ABLE TO PICK WHO AND WHERE I WANTED TO LOAN THE MONEY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6895152794525964018?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6895152794525964018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6895152794525964018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6895152794525964018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6895152794525964018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-8021751966269548115</id><published>2007-09-02T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:58.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi out enjoying the holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rtswctf5p3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Eek0iaDKSos/s1600-h/photo-705348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rtswctf5p3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Eek0iaDKSos/s320/photo-705348.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105727872362456946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-8021751966269548115?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8021751966269548115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=8021751966269548115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8021751966269548115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8021751966269548115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/sushi-out-enjoying-holiday.html' title='Sushi out enjoying the holiday.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rtswctf5p3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Eek0iaDKSos/s72-c/photo-705348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375576244089146565.post-9019841624828269092</id><published>2007-09-02T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:24:27.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bay Bridge closure'/><title type='text'>September is one of my Favorites</title><content type='html'>Hello all you September people, you Labor Day revelers.  What is new?  I know the Bay Bridge is Closed and they spent a million dollars advertising it's closure.  I would have gotten the job done for half that price.  Seriously, I could have done a better job for half the price and everyone would have been the better off for it.  Brainstorming ideas is something that comes naturally to me.  I have 15 or 20 great ideas a day.  Follow through is difficult, but for half a million I would have handled it.  I could hire someone known for their follow through and worked with them.  All the homeless would be happy to work for some dollars to hold signs everywhere that the Bay Bridge is closed until Tuesday at 5AM.  I wonder if they will make it on schedule?  If not, they will get plenty of notice for not following through on their schedule.  Good Luck. And the next time we need to know something, let's hire Actors.  We can get the job done for much less and a lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-9019841624828269092?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/9019841624828269092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=9019841624828269092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/9019841624828269092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/9019841624828269092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-is-one-of-my-favorites.html' title='September is one of my Favorites'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4804373066247601726</id><published>2007-08-31T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:40:05.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember'/><title type='text'>Do you Remember?</title><content type='html'>WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER?  WHEN MY FRIENDS TALK ABOUT ALL THE THINGS THEY REMEMBER, I AM ALWAYS AMAZED AT HOW MUCH THEY REMEMBER AND IN WHAT INCREDIBLE DETAIL.  THEY EVEN SAY I WAS THERE AND I DON’T REMEMBER AT ALL.  LAST WEEK OR LAST YEAR OR 20 YEARS AGO, I JUST DON’T REMEMBER.   AM I JUST NOT TRYING?  THIS IS BECOMING INCREASINGLY DISTRESSING TO ME AS I GET OLDER.  IS IT SOMETHING ELSE?  ALZHEIMER’S?  JUST A CRUEL JOKE?  HEARING SOME OF THE ENLIGHTENED MASTERS TALK THEY REMARK ON HOW IF YOU ARE IN THE MOMENT YOU WILL NOT NEED TO REMEMBER THE PAST. OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.  I AM NOT QUITE SURE, OR I JUST DON’T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4804373066247601726?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4804373066247601726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4804373066247601726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4804373066247601726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4804373066247601726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you Remember?'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-9097806031915192302</id><published>2007-08-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:32:10.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon Full'/><title type='text'>Moon / Full?</title><content type='html'>DID YOU SEE THE FULL MOON?  WHAT EXACTLY IS IT FULL OF?  FULL MOON, I HAVE SEEN LOTS OF FULL MOONS, MOST OF WHICH YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO SEE.  WHEN THE MOON ISN’T FULL IS IT HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?  WHO IS THE FULL MOON KEEPER?  HOW DOES EVERYONE KNOW WHEN THE FULL MOONS ARE HAPPENING?  THERE MUST BE SOMEONE TO CONTACT REGARDING SPECIFIC DATES FOR THE FULL MOONS..  IT REALLY ISN’T CONVENIENT WHEN THE NEXT FULL MOON IS, CAN I RESCHEDULE IT?  I DID NOT SEE THE ECLIPSE, HOWEVER I WAS CALLED AT 2:50 A.M. JUST TO BE SURE I WOULDN’T MISS IT.  PEOPLE ARE SO CONSIDERATE.  I AM NOT SURE I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF DOING THE SAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-9097806031915192302?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/9097806031915192302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=9097806031915192302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/9097806031915192302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/9097806031915192302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/moon-full.html' title='Moon / Full?'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4872265918914187092</id><published>2007-08-31T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:23:44.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast'/><title type='text'>PEOPLE  DRIVE WAY TOO FAST IN PARKING LOTS</title><content type='html'>THEY DO, YOU KNOW IT AND I KNOW IT.  SOME TIMES THEY DRIVE TOO FAST EVERYWHERE.  THAT IS WHAT MY FRIEND SAYS.  I TEND TO AGREE WITH HIM.  SOMETIMES.  HOWEVER YOU KNOW HOW IT IS.  YOU SPEND ALL THAT MONEY ON AN EXPENSIVE CAR THAT GOES 160 MILES PER HOUR. YOU WANT TO GET YOUR MONEY’S WORTH.  SO YOU GO A LITTLE TOO FAST, IN PARKING LOTS, ON FREEWAYS, ON CITY STREETS.  OR YOU JUST HAVE THE NEED TO SHOW OFF.  WHAT I REALLY THINK IS THAT EVERYONE IS JUST A BIT MORE ENLIGHTENED THAN THEY THINK.  REALLY, NO WORRIES, GO FAST, IF SOMEONE GETS KILLED IT IS ALL GOOD.  THERE IS LIFE AFTER, RIGHT?  ENLIGHTENED SOULS, ALL OF YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4872265918914187092?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4872265918914187092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4872265918914187092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4872265918914187092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4872265918914187092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-drive-way-too-fast-in-parking.html' title='PEOPLE  DRIVE WAY TOO FAST IN PARKING LOTS'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5689018819397302290</id><published>2007-08-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:38:13.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>IT DOESN’T SEEM FAIR.</title><content type='html'>SO YOU GET A LITTLE OLDER, OKAY, A LOT OLDER AND THINGS SLOW DOWN.  EVERYONE SAYS THAT IS THE NORMAL COURSE OF EVENTS.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER I DON’T REALLY THINK IT IS FAIR.  WHY SHOULD I SLOW DOWN?  I DON’T FEEL LIKE SLOWING DOWN, I HAVE JUST AS MUCH OR MORE TO DO, AND I DON’T WANT TO SLOW DOWN.  SO WHAT IS THE REAL DEAL?  ONE FRIEND TOLD OF THE LATEST SCIENTIFIC STUDIES THEY HAVE DONE ABOUT WHY THINGS DIE.  EVIDENTLY IT IS BECAUSE THERE IS A SPECIFIC AMOUNT OF HEART BEATS THAT ARE PRE SET FOR EACH SPECIES.  THIS SEEMS TRUE FOR ALL SPECIES EXCEPT HUMANS WHO CAN TINKER WITH THE NUMBER OF ALLOTED BEATS.  I DON’T EXACTLY WANT MORE BEATS, I JUST DON’T WANT TO SLOW DOWN.  IT DOESN’T SEEM AS FUN.  PERHAPS I WILL GET USED TO IT.  IN THE MEAN TIME I HAVE A LOT TO GET DONE BEFORE I REALLY SLOW DOWN.  WHAT WOULD WORK FOR ME IS TO KEEP GOING AT MY 35 YEAR OLD PACE UNTIL I JUST STOP.  THAT SOUNDS MORE FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5689018819397302290?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5689018819397302290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5689018819397302290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5689018819397302290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5689018819397302290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-doesnt-seem-fair.html' title='IT DOESN’T SEEM FAIR.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-6457891051807593526</id><published>2007-08-27T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:51:43.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversational English</title><content type='html'>What do we all spend so much time and money talking about?  Cell phone bills are way too high, phone bills in general are ridiculous.  What exactly is so important that we must speak about it for hours at a time?  My personal guess is trying to understand the last unexplored frontier, relationship.  No one understands them, what they are or how they work out. What purpose they serve whether they work out or not.  Why we stay in a relationship, why we leave.  Why we are in one and want to be in a different one.  On and on go the questions without answers.  There are those that propose to understand.  However if you scratch the surface you generally find a scratched surface, one who has been through bumps and bruises of their own relationships without understanding anything at all. So relationship is the last unexplored, undiscovered country.  It seems evident in our world, no one understanding all the effects of all the different species, living and dying.  The dissimilarities of different races and religions are enough to kill you.  Oh, actually that is what is happening, not a joke.  So exploring I go.  What are you feeling?  What do you think?  What are you doing?  What do you want.  I remember talking to a really great guy who could not find a significant other to be with. He was straight, and wanted a single woman, finding that special someone to be with.  I quizzed him about what exactly he was looking for. He started talking, explaining what was important to him, want he thought he wanted in a woman, in a relationship.  After a while I just started laughing.  He wasn't looking for someone to be with, he was looking for his clone.  He wanted someone who liked all the things he did, did all the things he did, wanted to do all the things he did, only a woman so he could have sex too.  This people is not a relationship, trust me.  What do you think a relationship is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6457891051807593526?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6457891051807593526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6457891051807593526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6457891051807593526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6457891051807593526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/conversational-english.html' title='Conversational English'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5898429401984618442</id><published>2007-08-26T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:56:33.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knocked Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here is the most recent critic of the film &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knocked_Up" target="_blank" alt="" title="WP www.knockedupmovie.com"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt;.  Sent to me by AdaM.  Very interesting.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is so funny to get stuff meant for someone else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knockedupthemovie.com/" alt="" title="www.knockedupTHEmovie.com"&gt;Knocked Up the Movie&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;em&gt;OUR&lt;/em&gt; movie&lt;br&gt;made by &lt;a href="http://www.imaginativeproductions.com/" alt="" title="www.ImaginativeProductions.com"&gt;Imaginative Productions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://72.14.253.104/search?q=cache:V6pwa0WwtG0J:www.knockedupmovie.com/+Knocked+Up+Movie" target="_blank" alt="" title="search knockedupmovie.com"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt; movie, the multi million dollar picture&lt;br&gt;is the one AdaM is reviewing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I would be so interested in AdaM reviewing &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; movie.  At least get the movie right AdaM.  &lt;a href="http://www.knockedupthemovie.com/" alt="" title="www.KnockedUpTHEmovie.com"&gt;www.KnockedUpTHEmovie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginativeproductions.com/" alt="" title="www.ImaginativeProductions.com"&gt;Imaginative Productions&lt;/a&gt; made this movie with a group of talented San Francisco Actors.  We were literally run over by the movie made after ours, by the same name.  I think we made a great film.  I hope we get distribution so AdaM can see ours.  Maybe I should send him a free copy so he can watch it.  Forget it, he should cough up the $20 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: AdaM&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:yvr_adam@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;yvr_adam@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: Fan&lt;br /&gt;Affiliations: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message: Sorry guys,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't walked out of a movie since Total Recall in 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was CRAP!  And I was soooo looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much screaming &amp; yelling &amp;amp; the most unlikely storyline.  A woman with drive, direction, ambition &amp; a great job.....falling for a fat, dope-smoking, unemployed slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unbelievable &amp;amp; all round, a crap movie in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a star....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5898429401984618442?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5898429401984618442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5898429401984618442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5898429401984618442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5898429401984618442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-is-most-recent-critic-of-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-8856085331137498526</id><published>2007-08-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:57:01.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perect as Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perfection, what is it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it the best I can do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most think not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It never seems good enough. Somehow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what is perfect?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is perfection?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If this is the best I can do, then how can it not be perfect?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, someone else can do better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does that have to do with perfection?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That has to do with someone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they then think it is perfect?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think not, at least not in my experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They also think it is not perfect, even if it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who decides that it is Perfect?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s just decide for instance, that you are perfect right here, right now. Done. Decided. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everything is perfect, right here right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-8856085331137498526?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8856085331137498526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=8856085331137498526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8856085331137498526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8856085331137498526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/perect-as-always.html' title='Perect as Always'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1284789938635617486</id><published>2007-08-24T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:56:26.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procrastinate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I don't have time, I can't, I am not ready, Really what could I do?  There isn't enough room, Not enough money, not enough preparation, not enough explanation, I don't really know how, I don't think I can do it, You don't really think I can do it either, no one supports me, no one cares, I don't think it will work out, I don't really want to, it isn't a good time for me, it isn't really the right moment, it is too big a risk, it is really too hard, no one expects me to succeed, everyone else has more money, more time, more help, more support than I do.  This is just ridiculous to think that I could do that when others have tried and failed.  I am too old, too short, too tall, too fat, too tired, I have too much to do.  I can do it later, not right now, no one can help me, no one wants to help me, I tried and it didn't work.  Feel free to borrow any of these sayings if you need to not do your life right now, and need to postpone or procrastinate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1284789938635617486?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1284789938635617486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1284789938635617486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1284789938635617486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1284789938635617486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-3573489050455838929</id><published>2007-08-24T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:47:04.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human'/><title type='text'>Human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;lot&lt;/st1:place&gt; of news about the inner world of Mother Teresa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evidently there are letters etc. found that she would rather have destroyed, that describe her inner conflicts regarding her faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t get it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is everyone confused that she is a human being just like everyone else?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course she was in conflict.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is a rational woman who has done great work on this earth, to the betterment of everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is this movie going to look like?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please people, let us all be human and stop making stuff up about who others are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is difficult enough to create your own story and do your life your way without making up such stories about others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leave her alone, really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do we all need people to be so different than human?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps this is why we have such a hard time accepting ourselves as we are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get real about yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That will take up all your time. Oh, and I think Mother Teresa is Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-3573489050455838929?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3573489050455838929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=3573489050455838929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3573489050455838929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3573489050455838929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/human.html' title='Human?'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-6951843973188835065</id><published>2007-08-24T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:21:31.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recognition'/><title type='text'>Brilliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To recognize Brilliance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Often when I am coaching performers I am absolutely amazed at the incredible talent I see at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether in a scene or a monologue, or being filmed for an audition, the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;opportunity&lt;/st1:place&gt; to realize what it is exactly that makes it all work and come together in this one moment is exhilarating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I ask the talent how they thought it went it is always very difficult for them to recognize that brilliant moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is understandable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you are highly engrossed in what you are doing, it is often impossible to step back and really witness for yourself what you did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is one reason it is so beneficial to work in a group where everyone is highly respected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel over all that the delay of recognition of brilliant works is so reflective of our unconscious society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have high hopes that this will change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gogh&lt;/span&gt;’s work was not recognized in his lifetime, it actually took over a hundred years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should n&lt;/span&gt;ot complain that it takes years for people to really get talent that is ahead of it’s time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The work we do is brilliant and I feel blessed to be one of the few who recognize it in the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6951843973188835065?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6951843973188835065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6951843973188835065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6951843973188835065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6951843973188835065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/brilliance.html' title='Brilliance'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4858119236255576998</id><published>2007-08-21T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:31:55.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breathe'/><title type='text'>Simplify</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;Simplify, trust yourself and breathe.  That is the advice I am giving today when asked.  Simplify, trust yourself and breathe.  Since you can't live your life wrong, it seems good advice, don't you think?  It does require giving up some sort of control.  "But", your inner voice screams, "I want something, now.  Trust yourself, does that mean I get what I want?  'Cause otherwise forget it.  I want what I want.  I want something and the universe wants something else.  So how can I trust anything", you say.  Remember the breathe part.  You  are life itself, and the breathe will remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4858119236255576998?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4858119236255576998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4858119236255576998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4858119236255576998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4858119236255576998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/simplify.html' title='Simplify'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5594845331624608463</id><published>2007-08-20T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:02:43.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tools</title><content type='html'>Tools of the Actor.  It is not hard to develop tools you will need for your career.  What is difficult is to be clear what it is you need.  You do not need other people's  technique, you do need a way to work with yourself.  Tools are, a classical monologue, a contemporary monologue. Both comedic and dramatic. Two songs, one which can be sung acapella. Memorizing skills that are practiced every day.  A strong workout routine that keeps you in shape and present.  Dance skills, adding to your list of available skills every month.  Practicing these skills, say, juggling, hula hoop, roller blading, roller skating, running, swimming 4 strokes, riding motorcycles, bicycles, jumprope, firearms.  Develop your skills and also your wardrobe daily, and read, read, read.  Plays, see movies, T.V. Do what you love, and invest in yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5594845331624608463?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5594845331624608463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5594845331624608463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5594845331624608463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5594845331624608463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/tools.html' title='Tools'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5465991624136376657</id><published>2007-08-20T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:54:22.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ten Reasons Why I can’t do What I Most Want to Do!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. My pet is sick. 2. My car is broken. 3. I am exhausted. 4. My Mother, Sister, Brother, Aunt, Cousin, Boyfriend, is in town. 5. My Father doesn’t approve. 6. I am too old. 7. I am too young, too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short. 8. It is too hard. 9. It is too late. 10. I can’t afford it.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whatever you think you are right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, if you really want to do it, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is your life and you can't live it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is your reason for not doing what you want?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5465991624136376657?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5465991624136376657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5465991624136376657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5465991624136376657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5465991624136376657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/ten-reasons.html' title='Ten Reasons'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4735499833333612700</id><published>2007-08-18T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:13:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Try the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;wrong   way&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Always concerned about getting it right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wondering if you are getting it right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Need to get it right the first time just for your own Ego gratification?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those signs “STOP You are going the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;WRONG WAY&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;” seem to speak to you personally?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Try it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On my return from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I arrive at the coliseum / bart station to a huge crowd with policemen on the upper platform, all waiting for the same train I was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I arrived the train going the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;opposite way&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; was there with the doors open.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I jumped on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was going the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;wrong way&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got off at th&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ext station and missed the right train going my way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to walk down and cross and go up to the opposite platform.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no one there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was delayed 15 minutes for th&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ext train as I sat outside enjoying the silence and the veiw.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someplace I had never been. When my train arrived it was a 10 car train. I got on the first car and it was empty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed the ride all the way to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Powell Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; on this empty car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So this time, going the &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;wrong way&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; was much more enjoyable than crowding onto the right train, standing amidst the drunken throngs fresh from the ball game. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes that is fun too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I heard some of the best harmony sung on the train once by a group of 5 guys using their time to express themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were really great. So try the “wrong” way sometime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems to open up possibilities that you may not have thought of. Actors get frozen trying to get it right.  They are polite, doing it right and it is boring.  Please stop pleasing, getting it right, and going the same way everyone else is going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4735499833333612700?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4735499833333612700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4735499833333612700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4735499833333612700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4735499833333612700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/wrong-way.html' title='Wrong Way!'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-3405683625122344684</id><published>2007-08-17T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:55:50.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Traveling here, Going there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;W&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;here exactly is home?  Aren’t we always travelling?  Somewhere?  And when we are travelling who is home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I am not a problem solver.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is not what I do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Problems ar&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ot a problem. For Actors, problems are an invitation to find out more about who you really are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance, I thought I knew who I was, now there is this problem, now I am not so sure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, I did not even think I would do that, and I did do that, now who am i? I am always grateful for problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not always in that moment, but eventually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see it as an &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;opportunity&lt;/st1:place&gt; to experience me in a different situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You do that consciously often enough and there isn’t any role you could not do extremely well. For the most part acknowledging the problem is enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This awareness puts you in the moment you are in and expands you to include this that is a problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you travel there are many opportunities to experience yourself in different ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It turns out my outlook seems to play a huge part in how my journey is going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I remarked that your life goes pretty much the way your relationship with your Mother went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With close examination this seems pretty accurate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How is your journey going?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I must consciously embrace a truer and clearer relationship with my mother, my sister and my daughter to Be who I really am. Acceptance and Acknowledgment guides me every step of the journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-3405683625122344684?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3405683625122344684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=3405683625122344684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3405683625122344684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3405683625122344684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/traveling-here-going-there.html' title='Traveling here, Going there.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-2097387089653209868</id><published>2007-08-17T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:51:44.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait for Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just love Eckhart Tolle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always agrees with me. Eckhart speaks about not putting anything between you and me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No technique, no thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Listening to his talk he opened with “I trust that nobody is waiting for me to start, because everybody here knows we‘re here to give up waiting as a state of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;mind&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I totally agree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For years I have been saying the same thing. It always feels so gratifying when you hear something validated like that, especially by someone you admire and respect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course he goes on to discuss the state of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;no&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; mind, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I won’t be doing that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will stick to the acting thing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I walk into my studio full of actors they are often just waiting to begin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hear some actors comment they don’t like waiting around on sets. I hav&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ever been bored. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being on a set is like going to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember going to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/st1:place&gt; years ago. Having fun in line was frowned upon by the other tourists waiting to have fun to go on the ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That really is a rip off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The wait time is hours and the ride lasts for a minute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Backwards I feel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have fun now as it won’t last forever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know, it seems very clear to me that we ar&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ot getting out of here alive (at least not in our bodies). I am a big fan of having fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess that is why I am an actor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We get paid to have fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We play, we dress up, hired to do silly things, rarely serious, although I am a serious artist, seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A great career all around I must say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the world’s a stage and there is no waiting for the curtain to go up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-2097387089653209868?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2097387089653209868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=2097387089653209868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2097387089653209868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2097387089653209868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/wait-for-me.html' title='Wait for Me.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5784233733535733692</id><published>2007-08-16T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:40:24.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What’s in a name?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously people, how hard is it to name your hard drive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After working on the computer for 8 or so hours we cleared enough space for one hard drive to now be empty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what do you want to call it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is more difficult than naming a child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brainstorming, thinking, what should this empty storage space be called?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is empty, there is nothing on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That makes it harder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it had something stored in it I could name it with som&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ame that would be recognizable for the contents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is easy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t name it empty because it isn’t supposed to be empty and as soon as I use it something will be in it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What that something is I am not sure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will know after I put something in it. Or is it on it? For now it is empty and as I am happy that it is empty, what should I call it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What if we had to name our BRAIN?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The parts we haven’t used yet. The empty parts, unused part, the part that has the capacity to change our world, or at least my world as I know it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always wondered what it would be like if I was really, really smart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems like it would be fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would still have empty parts of my brain, but I bet I could name them then. Large Empty Brain Waiting to be Used.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, that sounds like an ad on Craigs List.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fresh unused Brain, no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How about Susan?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is a great name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Susan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like that name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It reminds me of lazy susan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used those a lot when I was little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lazy Susan, because her brain is completely empty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh maybe that would be enlightened Susan because her brain is empty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, just Susan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think the other hard drives will mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are still so full of unknown stuff they won’t have time to think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will all get along I am sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5784233733535733692?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5784233733535733692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5784233733535733692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5784233733535733692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5784233733535733692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/susan.html' title='Susan?'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4932115314679097480</id><published>2007-08-15T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:03:39.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boat'/><title type='text'>What's in your Living Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was just talking to Michael, my friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is also an artist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was complaining about his most recent frustrating situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you talk to business people it is always about some business problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you talk to an artist it is always interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Michael has a boat in his living room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is a problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked about how it got there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What he should do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boat is 4ft by 9 ft.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lives in a small apartment, so with the boat there it is very difficult to maneuver around it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Getting it up the stairs was also a problem, which is when he realized this was probably not going to work out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, if you know of anyone looking for a dinghy small enough to fit in your living room, contact me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure he will get this problem solved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He always does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it is always interesting. Oh, it comes with oars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4932115314679097480?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4932115314679097480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4932115314679097480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4932115314679097480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4932115314679097480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-in-your-living-room.html' title='What&apos;s in your Living Room'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-6890546805026459860</id><published>2007-08-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:50:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead for Example</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am constantly reading things wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take the word live for example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it live, like keep on living or is it live like happening now as in we are live on the radio, which of course then they rebroadcast and it still says it is live but it isn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find that a bit confusing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I make the error of saying the word wrong, as in pronouncing it out loud wrong for that instance everyone seems very willing to laugh very loud at me. As if they hav&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e  n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ever made the same mistake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lead for example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lead is a perfectly fine metal used in making all kinds of things that are useful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lead for lead’s sake is fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When compared to Gold it is bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s the connotation, not really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When used in the same context as Pewter, another metal used for lots of things, it is just yet another metal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lead, though can mean to have others follow you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is a bit confusing. I always read the “Lead by example” as the metal, not the follow me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It always makes me laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other’s too if I had ever shared it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the famous Joe’s in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, they wear t-shirts that say something about rain or shine there's always a line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought they were famous for always a line, like when the waiters came perhaps they were saying a line or something that was funny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t get it, but I always thought that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then of course I realized they meant there was a line out the door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There isn’t but I guess they like to think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as funny don’t you think?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No point tonight, no point at all, just the ramblings of a blogger leading for example.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6890546805026459860?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6890546805026459860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6890546805026459860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6890546805026459860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6890546805026459860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/lead-for-example.html' title='Lead for Example'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-7109603937797950990</id><published>2007-08-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:06:34.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opportunity'/><title type='text'>Dragons and Such</title><content type='html'>I have a Dragon at my door.  Every time I choose to come out the Dragon roars.  I like to think it is to warn me, but it scares me and often I retreat back inside.  My Dragon is female and very fierce.  As I have gotten older I realize my dragon is only activated when I first step out.  If I keep going my dragon doesn't appear again.  New risk, a new opportunity, Dragon.  Same old same old, no dragon.  I have learned to honor and respect my dragon.  Alerting me to the instances I am creating something new in my life.  Letting me know my life is about to get more interesting. I think knowing your very own personal Dragons is very valuable.  This can be an aid to alert you to a change, something.  What kind of Dragon do you have?  Does it have a name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-7109603937797950990?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7109603937797950990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=7109603937797950990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7109603937797950990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7109603937797950990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/dragons-and-such.html' title='Dragons and Such'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-2961807944286806687</id><published>2007-08-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:58.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breasts'/><title type='text'>Pass it Back or Pass it on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rr_tSQAZFrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DhMw8LTon5g/s1600-h/ShariHeadshotTh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rr_tSQAZFrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DhMw8LTon5g/s320/ShariHeadshotTh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098054200996730546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pass it back or Pass it on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am reminded today to remember to choose consciously when speaking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consciously meaning to not link worlds and words together that don’t belong together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like Breast    /Cancer for example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two words that I do not think ever belong together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People have been raising money for breast /cancer now for years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They run for breast/     cancer, hold charity auctions for it, do many marvelous things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Breast/    Cancer is benefitting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is now more of it than ever before in history.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hav&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e  n&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ever given money for any such thing, nor invested my time energy or resources for any such thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not interested in it at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we get together and raise money for Breast Health, now that is interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Breast Health.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great Idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds like a new drink. umm umm good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can get all my energy and attention around that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being a woman I have and am intested in having Healthy Breasts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most men I know are very interested in Healthy Breasts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Healthy Breasts, Breast Health, Breast Care, Care of Breasts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nice ring to it, don’t you think?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now let’s try that concept out on the guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-2961807944286806687?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2961807944286806687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=2961807944286806687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2961807944286806687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2961807944286806687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/pass-it-back-or-pass-it-on.html' title='Pass it Back or Pass it on.'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rr_tSQAZFrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DhMw8LTon5g/s72-c/ShariHeadshotTh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375576244089146565.post-3183323577622466750</id><published>2007-08-11T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:59.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you ready?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tell Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Tell Me About Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rr6uIgAZFqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JoEv-yajuSQ/s1600-h/ShariHeadshotTh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rr6uIgAZFqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JoEv-yajuSQ/s320/ShariHeadshotTh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097703289283745442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me about yourself.  What do you say.  I don't want a resume and I don't want a list of your likes and dislikes.  How about something interesting, something that will catch my attention, how about something you did or thought or experienced.  Your original take on your life.  Oh and leave out the ums and ah, and slapping of your legs and the clicking of your tongue.  Then, actually, why don't you script this and memorize it.  How about writing down a few of these in case you might need it?  Then I could always say, how interesting, tell me more, or how about tell me something else interesting about you.  I would like to get to know you.  This special tool may come in handy in myriads of situations.  Everyone should have a tell me about you kind of thing handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Note: No part of this message may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise, except as permitted under Section(s) 107 or 108 of the 1976 United States Copyright Act, without either the prior written permission of the author, or authorization through payment of the appropriate per-copy fee to the Copyright Clearance Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-3183323577622466750?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3183323577622466750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=3183323577622466750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3183323577622466750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/3183323577622466750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/tell-me-about-yourself.html' title='Tell Me About Yourself'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFYEt_CM14w/Rr6uIgAZFqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JoEv-yajuSQ/s72-c/ShariHeadshotTh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375576244089146565.post-6126547679234875861</id><published>2007-08-11T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:05:18.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City Car Share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Cars and Things</title><content type='html'>I don't have a car here in San Francisco.  Of course I have one in L.A.  Everyone does.  Here in San Francisco I take Bart or sometimes a Cab.  Recently I decided I need to get out and run some errands.  Zip I go.  I am a Zipster.  I have a ZipCar at my disposal 24/7.  At under $8 dollars an hour when I need it, it includes gas and insurance, it is great for the few times a month that I actually would like a car.  The best of all it comes with it's own parking space.  A block away from my work.  Included!  I compared City Car Share and Flex Car.  These are also great options.  I have to say that using a car only sometimes makes me feel so modern.  Or green.  Or whatever the correct term is.  I still hear some people say that Global Warming is a crock.  Oh, I wish it was.  If only it weren't true.  Then we could all go on just like we are going.  Hmmm.  Whether or not you believe the science can back up the warming of the planet the consequences are the same.  You do not have to believe in gravity to be governed by it.  Whatever is my point.  I don't believe I have one.  Or if I did it has already been made. Oh, what about the Bus?  Oh, I don't take the bus.  I grew up in L.A.  No one takes the bus, we all drive cars.  In LA they have a metro, I have asked everyone I know, including everyone at the airport if they know where the Metro goes or if they have ever taken it.  So far no one I have met has any idea where it goes nor has anyone used it.  Where does the Metro go?  I have been told there are 2 lines that actually do not connect from different companies.  Now that is planning ahead.  No Zip there, oh and so far I don't think they have a zip or flex or car share program either.  Everyone has a car.  I know because everyone has time to talk to me while they are driving.  Oh, don't worry, they are driving really slow, with traffic and all.  Where are all those people going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-6126547679234875861?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6126547679234875861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=6126547679234875861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6126547679234875861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/6126547679234875861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/cars-and-things.html' title='Cars and Things'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-2733613627552919230</id><published>2007-08-11T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:43:31.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not too late if I say it isn't</title><content type='html'>Not too late to write, not too late to work, not too late to catch up on unfinished business.  It is not too late to create something new, clean something old.  It is not too late to make my dreams come true.  I have always considered myself a success.  By what standards?  By my own standards of course.  It is up to me to decide if I am successful.  It is up to me to decide to change or grow or learn something new.  It is all made up anyway.  All the rules, all the thoughts.  We are all just making them up as we go along.  Let's have a war, oh let's not.  Let's make a car run on garbage.  Let's make global warming stop and reverse itself.  Let's play.&lt;br /&gt;Acting is like that.  Making things up.  You don't ask "Am I talented enough to be an actor?"  Don't ask "Do I have what it takes?"  Don't ask at all.  Follow your passion, make your dreams come true.  Do all this and more now because it is not too late.  Even if the computer says this blog was written on Saturday early in the AM, I know it was written on Friday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: No part of this message may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise, except as permitted under Section(s) 107 or 108 of the 1976 United States Copyright Act, without either the prior written permission of the author, or authorization through payment of the appropriate per-copy fee to the Copyright Clearance Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-2733613627552919230?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2733613627552919230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=2733613627552919230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2733613627552919230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/2733613627552919230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-not-too-late-if-i-say-it-isnt.html' title='It is not too late if I say it isn&apos;t'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-8624848960200228658</id><published>2007-08-09T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:07:34.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='act'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><title type='text'>A Blog A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is the most interesting response when you hear a 2 year old in the middle of th&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e  n&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ight quietly say to himself, where did the lid go?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Immediately you are awake and responsive.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These still small voices seem to shatter the silence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;many ways&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; our very own still small voice can be heard as we start to do something and we can just catch the quiet little voice that says “you shouldn’t do that”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have learned to listen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am grateful every moment for the ability to listen to that still small voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can remember the 2 or three times I wouldn’t listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was faced with silence for months before it came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last time which was years ago, I promised myself I would listen no matter what and obey my still small voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, a blog a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: No part of this message may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise, except as permitted under Section(s) 107 or 108 of the 1976 United States Copyright Act, without either the prior written permission of the author, or authorization through payment of the appropriate per-copy fee to the Copyright Clearance Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-8624848960200228658?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8624848960200228658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=8624848960200228658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8624848960200228658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/8624848960200228658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-day.html' title='A Blog A Day'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4553895461197928421</id><published>2007-08-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:33:53.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inbox'/><title type='text'>My Inbox Is Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Inbox is Full. A Monologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes it is true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My inbox is full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not select to archive old items and I did not delete them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it is full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems to be just like my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Full of thoughts, full of ideas, (that can’t be bad can it?) full.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does this happen to you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I took a great risk and I hit select all and delete.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now my inbox is empty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t seem to be that easy with my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I try to remember what it was that was in my inbox.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it important?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it something I was supposed to do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it something I had to do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it something I wanted to do and now I will never remember what it was?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I can retreive it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go into a special email inbox retreival therapy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I can get it all back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I want it back?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I need it back?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it really all that important?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How much of it was junk mail?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if I returned yesterday’s email?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I need to learn how to type faster, and faster. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think that will help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is just the way it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One good thing is I don’t get so many phone calls anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I seem to return those.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I do anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I don’t and that is why I am not getting so many anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh wait I just got a new email.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is junk but I feel so much better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is another one I can try to ignor&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, they are piling up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel so much better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder how long It will be before I hit select and delete again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first time I think it was about 15 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it seems I can do it in a day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then there is always the one email I seem to have forgotten about and don’t check at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I forgot the password anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that one is from my Mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4553895461197928421?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4553895461197928421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4553895461197928421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4553895461197928421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4553895461197928421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-inbox-is-full.html' title='My Inbox Is Full'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-7279570698599696519</id><published>2007-08-07T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:20:02.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contract.professional Actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAG'/><title type='text'>Blog Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am always happy to learn new things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I learned that if you are on a low budget SAG film, and you ar&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;on-union, you can get on the contract with the SAG Union Actors as a professional performer and it will count towards your pension and health.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that is a good thing to know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course it is extremely specific to actors, who are working to get their union status, and not so useful to those who are already &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;union&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a good reminder to always ask questions because there will be something new to be learned by paying attention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paying attention to your own needs and learning how to easily and quickly get thes&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;eeds met to the best of your ability creates a sense of self that is confident.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now you are ready to really pay attention in relationships and participate and add to your environment by choice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That sounds like fun now doesn’t it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-7279570698599696519?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7279570698599696519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=7279570698599696519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7279570698599696519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/7279570698599696519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-tuesday.html' title='Blog Tuesday'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-1313974779688801652</id><published>2007-08-06T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:45:37.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Believe This</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the subject of believing…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Whenever we share our beliefs it seems a special and sacred moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we meet we often begin a shared belief quest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who are you, what do you believe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Society in general is uncomfortable with someone else’s different beliefs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Couples often split up because of differing belief systems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Raising a child when the parents have differing beliefs are believed the cause for all kinds of problems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Exclusive beliefs that are shared with your closest loved ones are the experience most of us need to feel safe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When someone dies, or is married, or divorced, or doesn’t divorce because of a belief, is easier when we all agree to believe the same thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No results are required here, only belief, which then gets mixed up with having faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;An Actor has an incredible advantage over these limited belief systems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they are all exclusive and limited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An Actor can figure out what belief system the character is operating with and adopt that belief system immediately.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This is very transformational and astonishing to those who have never changed belief systems nor investigated their own or others different from their own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This particular insight gives Actors a constant &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;opportunity&lt;/st1:place&gt; to examine and understand the value in all belief systems.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is why I believe Acting is a Healing Art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Walking in anothers shoes so to speak gives us the understanding we need to get along with those who are different from us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-1313974779688801652?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1313974779688801652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=1313974779688801652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1313974779688801652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/1313974779688801652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/believe-this.html' title='Believe This'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-5688511961609771482</id><published>2007-08-05T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:53:16.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casting'/><title type='text'>Acting in Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Working in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; seems different than anywhere else in the country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Acting in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; seems even more dynamic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having grown up in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:City&gt; and working and teaching and coaching in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:State&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:City&gt; and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, I have a perspective on what is different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And to tell you the truth, it isn’t that different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All work requires the acting 101 skill set, all work anywhere is looking for the best talent for the job that they can find.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Casting an actor in any city requires the audition and interview and a look at the talent, so a choice can be made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So in many ways it is the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is different in Hollywood is that no matter where the actor comes from or what their training, in Hollywood they all know somehow what it is that is being cast and the talent is willing to forsake who they are intrinsically in order to be whatever or whomever they “know” they are casting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is of course a myth, which is highly perpetrated by the casting people, the studios, and actors themselves. Actually anyone you talk to in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“They Know”. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This myth is&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;perpetrated to the point that astounds me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have cast a few projects, and have worked both sides of the camera, and the real truth is they are looking for an actor that knows the job and how to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Incredible talent is not required, just watch T.V.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you know what your job as an actor really is?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So do your job and the casting will take care of itself, no matter which city you live in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today’s world is remarkable because you can actually live anywhere and be cast and still work in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; Actors need to do their job like everyone else. Chances are you will be working in Winnemucca Nevada when you are cast. Commit to doing your job.  That is what makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-5688511961609771482?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5688511961609771482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=5688511961609771482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5688511961609771482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/5688511961609771482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/acting-in-hollywood.html' title='Acting in Hollywood'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-563948677152256837</id><published>2007-08-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:28:42.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life as an Actor means that my children were exposed to an Actors life style as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did not become Actors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too much waiting around they said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never mind the waiting around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hav&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e  n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ever been bored on a set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Working on a set seems like being at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/st1:place&gt; for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hav&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e  n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ever felt my time was wasted or I wanted to be somewhere else. It seems that most of my time is spent trying to get onto a set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course that is where we get paid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the rest of the time it is auditions and class and working out and learning something new and trying something new and shopping for wardrobe for new looks etc. etc. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My son just turned 30 and now I face th&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;e n&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ext phase of my career.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always like it when I change categories as it is a challenge to create myself anew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A new look, a new role, a new character. Just when I was tired of the roles that I had played up to this point I get to try something new.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the advantages of this life as an actor career.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-563948677152256837?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/563948677152256837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=563948677152256837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/563948677152256837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/563948677152256837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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-6375576244089146565.post-4082198862134496113</id><published>2007-08-04T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:56:53.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Life Actor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having grown up in Hollywood it seemed the logical choice to be an actor.  Now, having lived as an actor and what I call a creative for most of my life, I realize there have been other choices.  Many in fact.  However I do not regret this choice.  I have experienced many more things being an actor than if I had chosen another career.  This has been enhanced for me because I also coach actors and singers and other creative types for over 20 years now.  This is quite a treat.  People are so interesting.  Actors the most interesting of all.  I find they are the most inquisitive, enlightened people I have ever met.  It is quite a choice to live life as an Actor.  Very different from other careers.  It does require much dedication and attention to succeed in the business, and the journey is long. meaning there is no age limit.  I recently read of a woman in Santa Monica that decided she would be an actor and she was 72 years old.  Last I heard she was doing quite well.  Some movies and some commercials. And isn't that what it is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375576244089146565-4082198862134496113?l=sharisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4082198862134496113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375576244089146565&amp;postID=4082198862134496113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4082198862134496113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375576244089146565/posts/default/4082198862134496113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharisays.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-actor.html' title='Life Actor'/><author><name>Shari Says</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249022835098180514</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></feed>
