<?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-3875494077820760281</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:54:24.252-05:00</updated><category term='flings'/><category term='music'/><category term='living'/><category term='dating'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='politics'/><category term='chatting'/><title type='text'>Pixygraphs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-7256823282205313871</id><published>2009-03-04T18:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:52:31.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flings'/><title type='text'>The meaning of emotion</title><summary type='text'>A very intense experience may create an emotional meaning, which may affect us positively or negatively later in life...When I was in college, I was playing it smart and focusing almost entirely on school work for the first two years, but then, all of a sudden something clicked, and my interest in men emerged like a tornado. I didn't even have a boyfriend then, so I asked a friend to do me the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/7256823282205313871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/03/meaning-of-emotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/7256823282205313871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/7256823282205313871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/03/meaning-of-emotion.html' title='The meaning of emotion'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-2883376392392889123</id><published>2009-02-08T10:25:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:32:08.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Connecting with desires</title><summary type='text'>«Who wants to play? Attached male looking for something discreet and dirty. I'm very attractive, intelligent, and love to be creative and wild once mutual respect and a sense of ease is established. Looking for someone similarly hot and wild.»I read this personal ad the other day, and made me wonder how often people can be attached and not achieve the level of intimacy they need in a relationship</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/2883376392392889123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/02/connecting-with-desires.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2883376392392889123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2883376392392889123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/02/connecting-with-desires.html' title='Connecting with desires'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-8837703192634083380</id><published>2009-02-03T22:20:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:38:55.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music: Caetano Veloso in "Talk to Her"</title><summary type='text'>If you listen to Caetano Veloso in "Talk to Her", chances are that you would never trace his style to British rock...  As a young musician during the 60s, Caetano was politically involved, and his activism had him arrested during the military dictatorship in Brazil. That made him move to London where he lived a few years in exile, and then returned to Brazil in 1972. Asked about his experience in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/8837703192634083380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-caetano-veloso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/8837703192634083380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/8837703192634083380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-caetano-veloso.html' title='Music: Caetano Veloso in &quot;Talk to Her&quot;'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-4631485578265323297</id><published>2009-02-01T15:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:55:01.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>The search for love</title><summary type='text'> What are your chances of finding true love in life? Maybe being a hopeless romantic is not a lost cause after all when the search for true love is approached with a certain strategy...Depending on your personal persuasion, and if you're really serious about finding true love, you may decide to learn from religious advice; or to consult an astrologist that will ask you a number of questions for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/4631485578265323297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-for-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/4631485578265323297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/4631485578265323297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/02/search-for-love.html' title='The search for love'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-2705692858747374085</id><published>2009-01-31T14:34:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:43:09.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>El Che, Maradona &amp; Christina</title><summary type='text'> The 60's in North America and in Europe were, to some extent, filled with social change with rock and roll, the civil rights movement, flower power, women's liberation, etc. Maybe you can fill the blanks better because this was completely outside of my periphery. During that time, Latin America was also experiencing great changes, but very different...For the first time in history, there was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/2705692858747374085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-che-maradona-christina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2705692858747374085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2705692858747374085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-che-maradona-christina.html' title='El Che, Maradona &amp; Christina'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VvZb9LtPios/R7iTGgBkOPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dZOu8ZU3MO8/s72-c/P7270443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-3579792153968679312</id><published>2009-01-29T09:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:07:10.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movie: Amélie</title><summary type='text'>Jean-Pierre Jeunet is probably better known as a sci-fi director with titles like "Alien Resurrection" under his belt. Nothing could be farther from that genre than this delicious movie... Musical score "Le vals d'Amélie Poulin" in "Amélie" (2002)Amélie tell us the placid, yet colourful life of Amélie Poulin on the streets of Paris. The true Paris may not be the same as the one shown in the movie</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/3579792153968679312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-amelie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/3579792153968679312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/3579792153968679312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-amelie.html' title='Movie: Amélie'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-5507349570771260973</id><published>2009-01-29T09:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:22:50.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music: Kam Dhillon</title><summary type='text'>This is just wicked Asian groove played by Kam Dhillon...Dhillon is currently based in the UK. No need to understand the lyrics to get the funk. I think this has been the theme with a lot of the Bollywood movies I had the chance to see lately.  There's always an important scene with music and dancing.  If not, just take a look at some of the popular Bollywood movies that have emerged lately... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/5507349570771260973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-kam-dhillon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/5507349570771260973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/5507349570771260973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-kam-dhillon.html' title='Music: Kam Dhillon'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-4958821479925753978</id><published>2009-01-20T14:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:12:29.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatting'/><title type='text'>The traveling saleswoman</title><summary type='text'>Something about drinking Californian wine in the not so literal sense...Every evening, after I finish all my usual stuff at home, I sit in front of the computer and start my regular rounds to a number of websites... one of them is a discussion group mostly frequented by women of different ages where topics are fairly general, but in a cheeky girlish kind of way. So, I've been posting there for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/4958821479925753978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/traveling-saleswoman.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/4958821479925753978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/4958821479925753978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/traveling-saleswoman.html' title='The traveling saleswoman'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-165113689187691924</id><published>2009-01-17T14:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:51:34.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>The lap dance</title><summary type='text'>I sometimes find it very telling how porn culture has made it into main stream. Heather Mallick, an English professor at University of Toronto, tells us that you can have a sense of humour about something vile or about something harmless, but it is difficult when it's a bit of both.Porn is so much with us in our daily lives that we don't notice it; but the fact is that porn culture has undeniably</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/165113689187691924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lap-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/165113689187691924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/165113689187691924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lap-dance.html' title='The lap dance'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-1208731702509289610</id><published>2009-01-15T12:23:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:28:40.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music: Celia Cruz</title><summary type='text'>Celia Cruz, la guarachera de Cuba, died in 2003, but her fans vow to make her live forever as their true and only Queen.One of her last hits, was a tune shown in a YouTube video that you can see by clicking just here. I doubt a video like that could've been shot in the US, so thumbs up to the city of Madrid for letting it happen. The embedding features in YouTube have been disabled for every copy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/1208731702509289610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-celia-cruz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/1208731702509289610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/1208731702509289610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-celia-cruz.html' title='Music: Celia Cruz'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-1412055168446727923</id><published>2009-01-12T08:07:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:02:49.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Book: The Tale of the Rose</title><summary type='text'> «Every morning on the bridge, Ricardo Viñes, the pianist with hands like a dove's wings, would say in my ear, "Consuelo, you are not a woman." I would laugh and kiss his cheeks, pushing back his long mustache that sometimes made me sneeze. He would then go through all the rituals of Spanish courtesy, wishing me a good morning, inquiring about my dreams, inviting me to enjoy this new day of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/1412055168446727923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-tale-of-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/1412055168446727923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/1412055168446727923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-tale-of-rose.html' title='Book: The Tale of the Rose'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-2755065760341269373</id><published>2009-01-11T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:20:22.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>The peepshow parlour</title><summary type='text'> Sometimes I wonder if we're witnessing the gentrification of the peepshow parlour. At least in Montreal, it seems this is no longer a dirty venue exclusive to old pervies seeking some instant gratification with visual entertainment...I used to work in the Plateau, a trendy neighbourhood in Montreal, where peepshow parlours seem to have existed forever. The streets are always crowded there, even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/2755065760341269373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/peepshow-parlour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2755065760341269373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2755065760341269373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/peepshow-parlour.html' title='The peepshow parlour'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-1881725424643234575</id><published>2009-01-10T12:42:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:35:00.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movie: A History of Violence</title><summary type='text'>This is a quintaessential Canadian movie, crafted by a Canadian, David Cronenberg, shot in small town Canada, but about an American subject... "A History of Violence"  trailer (2005)Canadians are always looking South, always reflecting about American life, but with a palpable skepticism on the accepted "truths" down the border. We're so used to watch violent American movies where the hero needs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/1881725424643234575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-history-of-violence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/1881725424643234575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/1881725424643234575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-history-of-violence.html' title='Movie: A History of Violence'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-5252983977807515124</id><published>2009-01-08T09:43:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:47:54.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>My métro ride</title><summary type='text'> Antoine de Saint-Exupéry is the famous author of "Le Petit Prince"... and even though this is essentially a book for children, he makes some incredible statements about life and human nature: «On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux», or we cannot see well except with the heart, the essential is invisible to the eyes...Every morning, I have this routine of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/5252983977807515124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-metro-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/5252983977807515124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/5252983977807515124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-metro-ride.html' title='My métro ride'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SWYl8w9lPiI/AAAAAAAAACc/EFXZomoHcyY/s72-c/exupery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-8713697390604654624</id><published>2009-01-08T08:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:04:47.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music: Si*Sé</title><summary type='text'>Take a walk on NYC streets with Si*Sé and this smooth video about a butterfly and two women... The tune is called "Mariposa". The theme's got some gay undertones that make it so alluring, and of course, the girls look beautiful together. Lead singer, Carol C (for Cardenas), is a NYC native, who grew up speaking Spanish at home. Her lyrics however, are not only in Spanish... she switches back and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/8713697390604654624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/8713697390604654624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/8713697390604654624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-sis.html' title='Music: Si*Sé'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SWYKpCyWnbI/AAAAAAAAACE/Zc4CileTT1w/s72-c/sise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-717037277268206678</id><published>2009-01-04T04:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:17:36.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>The busy engineer</title><summary type='text'>How many times you have heard the expression "think out of the box" when you're trying to solve a problem. The term implies a childlike way of looking at things, but it's difficult to put aside years of trying not to think like a child...The lawyer thing freaked me out a little, not to the point of getting scared because honest, I was tempted to go out with the two of them, but the situation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/717037277268206678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-engineer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/717037277268206678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/717037277268206678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-engineer.html' title='The busy engineer'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-4604162982720842294</id><published>2009-01-02T11:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:11:05.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movie: Oedipo Mayor</title><summary type='text'>Better known by its title in Spanish "Edipo Alcalde" (1996) This is a rare movie by Colombian director Jorge Alí Triana, who doesn't have too many titles under his name, but knows how to bring the complexity of a Sophocles tragedy to the screen. I read the Greek tragedy when I was in school, but I found it somewhat heavy for my taste when I was a teenager. Of course, things change and there I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/4604162982720842294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-oedipo-mayor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/4604162982720842294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/4604162982720842294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2009/01/movie-oedipo-mayor.html' title='Movie: Oedipo Mayor'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-8634502430514542286</id><published>2008-12-30T16:20:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:52:14.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chatting'/><title type='text'>That cup of coffee</title><summary type='text'>"Let's have a coffee or something..." is such a simple invitation, yet it may imply so much, and when this happens, the stress is on that something, whatever it is, and not so much on the cup of coffee.So, I'm finished with work and I go back home feeling a little tired... I have a cold plus the cutting wind, the chilly weather, and the heavy snow make a good combination for feeling somewhat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/8634502430514542286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-cup-of-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/8634502430514542286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/8634502430514542286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-cup-of-coffee.html' title='That cup of coffee'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-7034263885621105728</id><published>2008-12-26T14:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:34:16.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>The coffee shop</title><summary type='text'>We cling to the high paying job like clams to a rock, but wouldn't you like to feel like a dolphin playing in the ocean...My father worked as a civil engineer his entire life... and ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be just like him, and do all the fun things he did at construction sites. I never got to be a real engineer though, as I ended up working in boring offices most of the time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/7034263885621105728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/7034263885621105728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/7034263885621105728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/coffee-shop.html' title='The coffee shop'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-6630613369011439814</id><published>2008-12-26T08:29:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:36:51.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music: Lovage</title><summary type='text'>Lovage is a plant, and its leaves and seeds or fruit are used to flavour food, especially in South European cuisine. Well yes, but not entirely according to some... Lovage is also an American electronica band that only produced one record before disbanding. So, here's "Stroker Ice", a cut of that record in case you'd like to check it out, and you should if I may say so...Ladies Love Chest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/6630613369011439814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/6630613369011439814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/6630613369011439814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovage.html' title='Music: Lovage'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-2601905501635688344</id><published>2008-12-26T03:46:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:24:24.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movie: The Passenger</title><summary type='text'>Also known by its original title in Italian "Professione: Reporter".A friend and I are both fans of Ryszard Kapuściński, a Polish journalist, who in my opinion is like the Shakespeare of journalism. According to Salman Rushdie "One Kapuściński is worth more than a thousand whimpering and fantasizing scribblers. His exceptional combination of journalism and art allows us to feel so close to what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/2601905501635688344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/passenger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2601905501635688344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/2601905501635688344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/passenger.html' title='Movie: The Passenger'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-6487665087888870193</id><published>2008-12-24T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:31:45.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>The army soldier</title><summary type='text'>Never underestimate the power of dressing appropriately for a date, and remember that accessories are key...I love Montreal in December… everything is so white, pure and magical. However, it takes a certain grit to live in this part of the world… temperatures are freezing, snow falls by the foot; but that is no excuse to stay at home. So, you dress in multiple layers, you wear astronaut boots, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/6487665087888870193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/army-soldier.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/6487665087888870193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/6487665087888870193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/army-soldier.html' title='The army soldier'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3875494077820760281.post-3414614841858598592</id><published>2008-12-23T16:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:07:57.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>The criminal lawyer</title><summary type='text'>Not for a moment think that your pics are going to stay private if you share them with a potential date...Holly cow!!!!I'm pretty innocuous when it comes to swearing in English or in French... I'm probably better in Spanish, but won't expand on the idea.Ok, I just hung up on a lawyer I'm supposed to date at some point, but let me start from the beginning.It's my day off, so I get up late, make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/feeds/3414614841858598592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/criminal-lawyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/3414614841858598592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3875494077820760281/posts/default/3414614841858598592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixytrixy.blogspot.com/2008/12/criminal-lawyer.html' title='The criminal lawyer'/><author><name>Pixy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17343819215760653183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/SVxBJeM0gcI/AAAAAAAAABs/H4U01v5uB64/S220/Green+Shoes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VUGL3Pf078c/Sa8WuvmjLMI/AAAAAAAAADw/FuEAZvKKoRI/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
