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The big 3-0 is on the horizon but I’m not scared. Thirty is the new twenty.

I was supposed to have a kid already but that plan isn’t going as planned. Think I have to go see a doctor and have everything checked out. I still need surgury on my lower jaw, it’s underdeveloped. See my lower jaw doesn’t come out all the way but it’s ever so slight a difference, so no one notices. But I do because it’s hard to eat sometimes and I tell people that my jaws don’t meet and that food might fall out of my mouth. Good times!

My jaw sometimes pops and I grind my teeth so I want to have that fixed before I get preg. Yeah, I should probably get that fixed before I get knocked up. Be nice if I could have twins tho; highly unlikely as no one in either my family or Tino’s family has had twins.

So I went on a short vacation (4 days) to San Diego, CA and the only beautiful things I saw were two islands: Catalina Island and Coronado Island .

San Diego itself is a great city, but it’s not anything spectacular. But the islands were gorgeous, the islands were more how I imagined the city would be. I’ll have to be sure to post images here once I size them down and clean them up a bit. We visited a good friend of ours there and stayed at his place. We all had so much fun going around site seeing, shopping, snorkeling.
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A good friend of mine sent me this in an e-mail today.

A poem by Meena, the Afghan activist who founded RAWA and was assassinated in 1987 for her feminist politics.

I’ll Never Return
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve arisen and become a tempest through the ashes of my burnt children
I’ve arisen from the rivulets of my brother’s blood
My nation’s wrath has empowered me
My ruined and burnt villages fill me with hatred against the enemy,
I’m the woman who has awoken,
I’ve found my path and will never return.
I’ve opened closed doors of ignorance
I’ve said farewell to all golden bracelets
Oh compatriot, I’m not what I was
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve found my path and will never return.
I’ve seen barefoot, wandering and homeless children
I’ve seen henna-handed brides with mourning clothes
I’ve seen giant walls of the prisons swallow freedom in their ravenous stomach
I’ve been reborn amidst epics of resistance and courage
I’ve learned the song of freedom in the last breaths, in the waves of blood and in victory
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, no longer regard me as weak and incapable
With all my strength I’m with you on the path of my land’s liberation.
My voice has mingled with thousands of arisen women
My fists are clenched with the fists of thousands compatriots
Along with you I’ve stepped up to the path of my nation,
To break all these sufferings all these fetters of slavery,
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, I’m not what I was
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve found my path and will never return.

I received a link to a blog entry: CSS Zen Garden — an Eyetools eyetracking analysis which breaks down how two different layouts of the same content rate on ‘eye-stickiness.’ The result? Narrower is better with big headlines to break up text is better.

The blog also included analysis of the newly redesigned Washington Post website and how the bottom half of the website is badly designed .