<?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-3087790203365551583</id><updated>2012-01-17T18:49:29.541-05:00</updated><category term='i&apos;majerk'/><category term='moving'/><category term='bloggers'/><category term='shows'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='advice'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='news'/><category term='books'/><category term='local'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='photos'/><category term='; bus graffiti'/><category term='organic'/><category term='noms'/><category term='albany'/><category term='yum'/><category term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><category term='curious'/><category term='crime'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='garden; black thumbs'/><category term='lark street'/><category term='bus graffiti'/><category term='and another thing'/><category term='happy ending'/><category term='restaurants'/><category term='pedestrian'/><title type='text'>albany is where the heart is.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6484435067375454958</id><published>2011-11-04T15:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:48:31.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with a Sucklord</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone been watching this season of Work of Art on Bravo?  There’s just…something about one of the contestants that makes my heart flutter. He calls himself, “The Sucklord.” This is hilarious on so many levels, most of all because the very serious gallery owners/art critics/industry luminaries that judge on the show have to refer to him as such. As in, “It’s time for your crit, Sucklord,” and</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-in-love-with-sucklord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6484435067375454958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6484435067375454958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-in-love-with-sucklord.html' title='I&apos;m in love with a Sucklord'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6318635507024512815</id><published>2011-10-06T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:58:12.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Singing!</title><summary type='text'>This is super duper old news, but I keep forgetting to post it.

Here's a video of my first foray into wedding singing! It was one of the loveliest wedding venues I've ever seen (The Saratoga Museum of Dance) and Chelsea and Nick are the sweetest. A delight all around.


Leigh from Clark+Walker Studio on Vimeo</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/10/wedding-singing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6318635507024512815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6318635507024512815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/10/wedding-singing.html' title='Wedding Singing!'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-424636819743734807</id><published>2011-10-06T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:10:27.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Two Morals</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago I was on the shuttle by myself and struck up a conversation with one of the regular drivers. We chatted about colony collapse disorder, the plight of small farmers and ecological sustainability. Then he told me a story from a documentary he’d seen. I don’t know the title or how faithful the story is to the film, but it made me smile so I’m going to tell you:
There was a man who was</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/10/moribus-philosophorum-two-morals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/424636819743734807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/424636819743734807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/10/moribus-philosophorum-two-morals.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Two Morals'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6166513791111781314</id><published>2011-08-31T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:47:32.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation Under Gaudiness</title><summary type='text'>I've been sick as a dog for the past few days and have spent an embarrassing amount of time channel-surfing. Apparently there are allllll sorts of crazy digital cable channels I didn't even know I had, like Fear Net which is all horror movies, all the time. Awesome. While wrapped up in a Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman marathon (don't judge me) I kept seeing infomercials for a piece of "art" called '</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-nation-under-gaudiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6166513791111781314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6166513791111781314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-nation-under-gaudiness.html' title='One Nation Under Gaudiness'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-1614772508582989104</id><published>2011-07-27T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:32:11.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Albany used to be WAY more fun, apparently</title><summary type='text'>This was forwarded to me by one of my bosses. I present it to you without comment. Click to enlarge:

</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/07/albany-used-to-be-way-more-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1614772508582989104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1614772508582989104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/07/albany-used-to-be-way-more-fun.html' title='Albany used to be WAY more fun, apparently'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hFu9plcaWAQ/TjBnGIUlqzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LSHb9Dah1lA/s72-c/toothache+drops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3798190148424510405</id><published>2011-06-16T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:08:07.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be...ALIVE</title><summary type='text'>My friend Tricia passed along this hilarious retro job posting.* I love these things. Can you imagine seeing this in a newspaper and thinking, "I'd be perfect for this job! 16 years old...alive...DELECTABLE. Point me towards your HR department, sirs." One of the many reasons I'm thankful for having been born in the 80s. (Click on the image to see a larger, readable version.)


*Is it real? Don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/06/must-bealive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3798190148424510405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3798190148424510405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/06/must-bealive.html' title='Must be...ALIVE'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8hLFn1G23A/Tfonp0aZchI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ojHRHBAsUF8/s72-c/IMAG1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-184323553177825779</id><published>2011-05-03T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:14:01.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Long for Twitter...Too Lazy to Abbreviate</title><summary type='text'>This is a non-story. Forewarned. 

So last night I was in the mood for a take-out dinner of some sort. I just didn't feel like venturing into the kitchen (probably because of the leaning tower of dishes in the sink) and the first thing that popped into my head was Bombers. I've recently become ob-freaking-sessed with their tequila wings. Extra extra crispy. That sounded delicious to me, but then </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-long-for-twittertoo-lazy-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/184323553177825779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/184323553177825779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-long-for-twittertoo-lazy-to.html' title='Too Long for Twitter...Too Lazy to Abbreviate'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6601641379576131659</id><published>2011-04-08T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:27:01.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News</title><summary type='text'>I'm super excited to share that I'll be contributing to All Over Albany's Sunday Soapbox series. My first piece will run this weekend, so get ready! Since I started blogging a few years ago, Mary and Greg have been unflaggingly kind and supportive, which I appreciate more than I can say. I'm absolutely thrilled to be able to work with them, and look forward to a long and happy collaboration!

Be </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/04/exciting-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6601641379576131659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6601641379576131659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/04/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6318754250952523367</id><published>2011-03-23T14:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:37:08.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Desactivar la Perra de Radio</title><summary type='text'>My new self-improvement goal is to stop bitching about stuff that I can’t change. I’m trying really really hard to adjust my own reaction to things when people are impolite or the world doesn’t do exactly what I’d like it to. Last week when I saw someone throw some trash on the ground at the bus stop, instead of giving them an earful, I just picked up the wrapper and tossed it into the trash can.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/03/moribus-philosophorum-desactivar-la.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6318754250952523367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6318754250952523367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/03/moribus-philosophorum-desactivar-la.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Desactivar la Perra de Radio'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-2094974940324510246</id><published>2011-02-23T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:27:07.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Ballad of Big Daddy, the Anatomically Correct Bull</title><summary type='text'>It’s probably been fifteen years (at least) since I’ve set foot into a Ponderosa Steakhouse. Growing up, my mother, grandmother, and one of my aunts all worked as servers in the East Greenbush restaurant, so we spent a lot of time there. Many many bowls of ice milk were greedily spooned into our teenaged maws, and we always went back for more dinner after dessert. I remember being in love with </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/02/ballad-of-big-daddy-anatomically.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2094974940324510246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2094974940324510246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/02/ballad-of-big-daddy-anatomically.html' title='The Ballad of Big Daddy, the Anatomically Correct Bull'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-1743121074478355878</id><published>2011-01-26T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:13:19.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good God!</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been thinking a lot about God lately. We grew up in a pretty religious house. My mom was heavily involved with the Catholic church, and we were raised to be devout little versions of her. We prayed a lot. I remember praying for all sorts of things: clear skin, more confidence, for my parents to finally give in and let me go to the MC Hammer concert with my fourth grade best friend.  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-god.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1743121074478355878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1743121074478355878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-god.html' title='Good God!'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-1216640612144765890</id><published>2011-01-03T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:46:48.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year everyone! Welcome to 2011. One time, years ago, I actually made a New Year's resolution and stuck with it for six whole months. It was exercise-related and was the only time in my adult life I was under 150 pounds. This year, for some reason, I feel like I can conquer the world. It may have something to do with a successful professional leap I took over the weekend (beginning my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-time-years-ago-i-actually-made-new.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1216640612144765890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1216640612144765890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-time-years-ago-i-actually-made-new.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-7638980964655289769</id><published>2010-12-25T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:37:10.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Boring Titles</title><summary type='text'>I almost had to stand up and cheer after reading this article from Popeater about 2010's most boring movie titles. I'm always complaining about how stuuuupid movie (and book) titles are these days. Like, "Because I Said So," "The Happening." What the eff is that? The Happening. That's not a title. That's anything. Going out to get your mail could be the happening.

My main problem with book </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/boring-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7638980964655289769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7638980964655289769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/boring-titles.html' title='Boring Titles'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-2406734317857805146</id><published>2010-12-25T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:20:51.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Five Christmas Lessons</title><summary type='text'>OK, so Christmas is basically almost over (thank god.) Here are a few things I learned the hard way this year.

Electric toothbrushes and black dresses aren't good friends. Turn on the toothbrush once it is safely inside your mouth, or do not turn it on at all. Wear a bib. Don't get dressed until after you've brushed your teeth. Anticipate these things. Don't be such a spazz.
Spoon flour into the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-christmas-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2406734317857805146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2406734317857805146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-christmas-lessons.html' title='Five Christmas Lessons'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-2967619470029462953</id><published>2010-12-03T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:04:32.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>Serious Business</title><summary type='text'>I keep forgetting to mention that a dear, childhood friend and I have started doing an online radio show on the site, blogtalkradio.com. It's probably going to take us about a year of doing the show before we have the professionalism and composure to refrain from giggling for the entire hour, but, we're working on it. We started out calling it, "Serious Business with David &amp; Sissy," but there was</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/serious-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2967619470029462953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2967619470029462953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/serious-business.html' title='Serious Business'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-2325827618070032822</id><published>2010-12-01T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:35:53.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and another thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Move Your Feet, Give Up Your Seat</title><summary type='text'>There are times when I really feel like I'm about six fist shakes away from being someone who says, "People these days! No respect!" and is exasperated. Well, I'm exasperated pretty much all the time, so maybe I'm only five fist shakes away. I swear, there is a porch and a garden hose in my future.

The level of respect our society has for the elderly and disabled among us is depressingly evident</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/moribus-philosophorum-move-your-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2325827618070032822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2325827618070032822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/12/moribus-philosophorum-move-your-feet.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Move Your Feet, Give Up Your Seat'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3035038005074225468</id><published>2010-11-30T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:58:30.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biased Milk Hotel</title><summary type='text'>(This post meanders, and has no real point. Consider yourself forewarned.) 

If I hear an Albany resident under the age of 40 say, "That is my favorite. album. EVER." I immediately know what they're talking about, without even looking.  

'How could you possibly know that?' you say?  
You only talk to people who have the same taste as you! you say?

Nah, because it's always the same. (I say.) </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/biased-milk-hotel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3035038005074225468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3035038005074225468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/biased-milk-hotel.html' title='Biased Milk Hotel'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-4808701562477493114</id><published>2010-11-30T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:50:39.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><summary type='text'>Back in June there was a violent mugging outside my apartment and the offenders were caught pretty quickly. Two of them were also involved in a beating that left a man fighting for his life. Sad to see people so young lose their freedom, but I'm incredibly glad that they've been convicted. 20 years is a long time to think about what you've done, for sure. I hope they learn something. 

http://</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/4808701562477493114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/4808701562477493114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-555042331810523277</id><published>2010-11-29T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:04:10.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='; bus graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Graffiti</title><summary type='text'>You guys, get ready for the most offensively hardcore bit of bus graffiti I've ever come across. It's so tough, I'm putting it after the jump. Prepare yourself for...


'BLUES CLUES ALL DAY'
Dude, I am sooo going to watch Blues Clues ALL DAY and nobody can stop me. That Steve is my BOY! Holla!
(I'm actually really hoping that this isn't some sort of code for a violent and/or sexual act that I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/moribus-philosophorum-bus-graffiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/555042331810523277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/555042331810523277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/moribus-philosophorum-bus-graffiti.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Graffiti'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/TPQ9wbDATWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zZKLVeo5THo/s72-c/blues+clues+all+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-7443385471547288455</id><published>2010-11-29T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:48:41.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and another thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>And for That, I'm Thankful</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to try to dip my toes back into the blogwater, here, with a little reflection on what has made me thankful this year.
The interwebs, seriously. No other time in history has been so democratic, thanks to them. You can rant, rave, or have a radio show. No one or everyone may be reading or listening, and that's OK.
My friends and family, who are all intelligent and devastatingly </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-for-that-im-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7443385471547288455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7443385471547288455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-for-that-im-thankful.html' title='And for That, I&apos;m Thankful'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-7446350194075604914</id><published>2010-11-29T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:51:12.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again...FOR THE FIRST TIME.</title><summary type='text'>You've probably been wondering, "Is Leigh in rehab again or something?" Surprise! No. But you're sooo funny. I was, in truth, taking a...sabbatical from the blog. It was getting to be a little too heavy for me, and a little too specific. Back when I started writing it, everything was just off the cuff, whatever came to mind and there was a freedom to it that I really loved. Then I started feeling</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/together-againfor-first-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7446350194075604914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7446350194075604914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/11/together-againfor-first-time.html' title='Together Again...FOR THE FIRST TIME.'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-2887065173716183950</id><published>2010-08-17T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:13:21.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='; bus graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Graffiti</title><summary type='text'>
My message to this rather uninspired graffiti, "artist," is: You have certainly mastered the literal. Well done.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/08/moribus-philosophorum-bus-graffiti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2887065173716183950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2887065173716183950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/08/moribus-philosophorum-bus-graffiti.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Graffiti'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/TGrQ_St-xJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vj4u3NhzseA/s72-c/0813001632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-1443998414307785012</id><published>2010-06-29T12:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:36:44.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><title type='text'>Simpler Living Interview</title><summary type='text'>The wonderful Naomi Seldin of Times Union's Simpler Living blog interviewed me for a series she's doing on local folks. Check it out!

And here's the actual link, just in case hyperlinks aren't your bag:
http://blog.timesunion.com/simplerliving/car-free-in-albany-an-interview-with-leigh-cummings/23899/</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/simpler-living-interview.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1443998414307785012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1443998414307785012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/simpler-living-interview.html' title='Simpler Living Interview'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8708302400777639140</id><published>2010-06-21T12:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:55:01.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Tips Part II (I Think)</title><summary type='text'>It's time for another round (I think) of my practical, time-tested bus tips! Don't say I didn't warn you...
Use $5. The new fare system allows you to put larger bills into the column. If you're purchasing a day pass with singles, you have to feed in four bills which, if they're not mint-crisp, will be spat back out at you (a la the snack machine) who knows how many times. Worse yet is trying to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/moribus-philosophorum-bus-tips-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8708302400777639140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8708302400777639140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/moribus-philosophorum-bus-tips-part-ii.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Tips Part II (I Think)'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6878664775260535989</id><published>2010-06-18T09:06:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:47:23.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy ending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lark street'/><title type='text'>A+, APD. For real.</title><summary type='text'>
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I'd include a photo of the lettuce bed, but it's looking a little unkempt.  There are a ton of greens ready to be harvested, so I can't wait to taste the fruits of my (very minimal) labor!

Loverly. A nice improvement on what it looked like when we first moved in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/black-thumbs-update-green-at-last.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2384424513214043523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2384424513214043523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/black-thumbs-update-green-at-last.html' title='Black Thumbs Update: Green at Last!'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/TAgsP4JZtBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RuaGSY3VXuU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3696564977894538747</id><published>2010-06-03T13:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:10:01.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedestrian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curious'/><title type='text'>Oh Sidewalk, Where Art Thou?</title><summary type='text'>
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	</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-sidewalk-where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3696564977894538747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3696564977894538747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-sidewalk-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh Sidewalk, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/TAffPMrQXrI/AAAAAAAAADw/eV_7j-UActU/s72-c/0602001239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6271290019239769057</id><published>2010-05-25T18:39:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:23:13.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and another thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedestrian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curious'/><title type='text'>Park It</title><summary type='text'>I am always astounded by the number of people who will effectively boycott a business based on whether or not it has a parking lot.  Reading Steve's post about the reopening of the Townsend Park Bakery (hoooooRAY!) reminded me of this.

Even though I don't have a car right now I do vaguely remember what it was like to own and operate one and parking was never an issue for me.  If a restaurant or </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/park-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6271290019239769057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6271290019239769057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/park-it.html' title='Park It'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8423599977779834232</id><published>2010-05-19T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:05:35.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Frustrations</title><summary type='text'>I've kind of been writing and rewriting this post because I don't want to come across as being anti-CDTA.  I'm mostly entirely pro-CDTA but...they have issues I feel need to be worked on.  Like:

Better coordination of the shuttle and line bus schedules.  This may seem like a simple request but it has apparently eluded CDTA since they took over operation of the shuttles (now years ago.)  It made </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/moribus-philosophorum-frustrations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8423599977779834232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8423599977779834232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/moribus-philosophorum-frustrations.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Frustrations'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-4400356654361467896</id><published>2010-05-18T19:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:03:30.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden; black thumbs'/><title type='text'>Black Thumbs Update: Mysteries</title><summary type='text'>Lots and lots of things have been happening in my garden, no thanks to me.  As the weeks go by I'm realizing how many plants were left behind by previous tenants.  There are perennials popping up all over the place.  With some help from Mom, I've been able to identify spearmint, hasta, a possible geranium and some sort of daisy (I think.)  

Another learning experience has been seeing which areas</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/black-thumbs-update-mysteries.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/4400356654361467896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/4400356654361467896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/black-thumbs-update-mysteries.html' title='Black Thumbs Update: Mysteries'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/S_MlcQ6w_sI/AAAAAAAAADg/80jEfhuK5sM/s72-c/another+mystery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6884478586928224202</id><published>2010-05-18T19:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:01:19.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mea Culpa</title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  I've been so terribly negligent.  And it's stopping, starting now.  (I'm sorry.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/mea-culpa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6884478586928224202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6884478586928224202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/05/mea-culpa.html' title='Mea Culpa'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-7237746422676664410</id><published>2010-03-30T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:02:49.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tragic Tale of Ol' 'Black Thumb' Cummings</title><summary type='text'>I've never been especially talented at keeping things alive.  Actually, that's being nice.  The reality is that  I've killed every single creature of god that has ever been in my care.*  Chia herb gardens, hermit crabs, house plants, all of 'em, dead.   The only tree I've had any luck in keeping around is a fiber optic Christmas tree.  It's that serious.


So it is with great trepidation that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/tragic-tale-of-ol-black-thumb-cummings.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7237746422676664410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7237746422676664410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/tragic-tale-of-ol-black-thumb-cummings.html' title='The Tragic Tale of Ol&apos; &apos;Black Thumb&apos; Cummings'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-467193380429393801</id><published>2010-03-15T09:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:54:22.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curious'/><title type='text'>Well, That's Awfully Specific</title><summary type='text'>Here's a little bit of bus graffiti I spotted this morning...



More than your traditional, "[Someone] was here,"  this tag really  captures a moment in time.  Mani wuzn't just hurr, he wuz hurr at 6:28  on Tuesday, February 23rd.  AND he signed it, just in case someone has  the nerve to say, "That wasn't the real Mani.  No way."  This  Mani character is either really OCD or really good at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-thats-awfully-specific.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/467193380429393801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/467193380429393801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-thats-awfully-specific.html' title='Well, That&apos;s Awfully Specific'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/S54112sfQ4I/AAAAAAAAADU/m3c-PnVnOT4/s72-c/mani+wuz+hurr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6023755964651106476</id><published>2010-03-08T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:33:47.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lark street'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: The Difference in the Stops</title><summary type='text'>Who knew one block could change everything? (&lt;-- that line should be read in a Don LaFontaine voice.)

For the past three and a half years I've been catching the bus from the Armory at Lark and Washington.  It's quite the little slice of life, let me tell you.  Actually, I probably don't have to tell you; you probably already know that the swarming crowd can range from student to indigent to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/moribus-philosophorum-difference-in.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6023755964651106476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6023755964651106476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/moribus-philosophorum-difference-in.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: The Difference in the Stops'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3791887830206025455</id><published>2010-03-05T19:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:04:04.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Eating Off the Grid*</title><summary type='text'>It was so much fun to write about local eggs that I'm going to start a regular (I hope) series of posts about my efforts to divorce myself as much as possible from factory foods.  One of my resolutions this year was to, "get back on track," but that really translates to, "get off the grid."  First, some self-indulgent background: 

  
In 2002 when I was 20 years old I went 100% vegan and it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/eating-off-grid.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3791887830206025455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3791887830206025455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/eating-off-grid.html' title='Eating Off the Grid*'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8237732141791799973</id><published>2010-03-05T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:38:18.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Morning Becomes Eggcellent</title><summary type='text'>This is a little off-topic for me but I had to share about eggs.  Diana, a colleague of mine, raises ducks and chickens and sells $3.00 dozens to folks in our office.  Seeing the carton labeled, "Leigh," in the break room refrigerator is pretty much the highlight of my week and I always pop it open to admire the rows of colorful, mismatched pearls.  You never know what you're going to get, and, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/morning-becomes-eggcellent.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8237732141791799973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8237732141791799973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/03/morning-becomes-eggcellent.html' title='Morning Becomes Eggcellent'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/S5FKT5V8GQI/AAAAAAAAADE/jFiKA0PqMaQ/s72-c/0305001312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-2569220187655963531</id><published>2010-02-05T14:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:39:41.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune 500?  Maybe Next Year...</title><summary type='text'>Alternate title: Nutshell: Why I Need to Get Out of This Industry.  

We had a company-wide conference call this afternoon; you know, one of those, "rah-rah," sessions where high level executives lavish praise on groups of people you've never met or heard of, and confusing acronyms zoom around like BBs.  At the end they always open up the call to questions from the captive, "audience," and, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/02/fortune-500-maybe-next-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2569220187655963531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2569220187655963531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/02/fortune-500-maybe-next-year.html' title='Fortune 500?  Maybe Next Year...'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3169100157546176553</id><published>2010-02-02T11:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:06:20.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Organized.</title><summary type='text'>This morning while stopped at a red light, I glanced out the bus window into the cab of a pick-up truck idling next to us.  Dangling from the rear-view mirror was an assortment of chains and shoelaces, each attached to an item the driver obviously felt he needed to reach at a moment's notice.  He had a pen, a roll of duct tape, a compass, a calculator, an EZ Pass, and a duck call (no joke.)  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-organized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3169100157546176553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3169100157546176553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-organized.html' title='Miss Organized.'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/S2hTQVJzjuI/AAAAAAAAACk/gf5wEmDVVIk/s72-c/ducks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6211774342410360856</id><published>2010-01-28T15:46:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:17:13.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lark street'/><title type='text'>The Pedestrian's Lament</title><summary type='text'>Center Square is not the most pedestrian-friendly place in the world.  The walker/driver relationship, in my opinion, should be one of mutual respect where everyone uses his best judgment, but that isn't always the case.  I've come up with a simple three-point system from the pedestrian's perspective that I think would solve so many of these situations that appear to be really really difficult </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/pedestrians-lament.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6211774342410360856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6211774342410360856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/pedestrians-lament.html' title='The Pedestrian&apos;s Lament'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8211131914504612789</id><published>2010-01-19T09:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:46:01.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curious'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Seriously, What the Heck is That?</title><summary type='text'>(Pardon me for the poor camera phone photography.  It's kind of tough to discreetly snap a pic on a full, moving bus.)

This is something that has perplexed me for a while, now.  What the heck is that odd shape next to the man's head in the upper right corner of this inspirational CDTA poster?  For the first few weeks I wasn't looking at it analytically, and my brain interpreted it as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/moribus-philosophorum-seriously-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8211131914504612789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8211131914504612789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/moribus-philosophorum-seriously-what.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Seriously, What the Heck is That?'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/S1XBQfEmOtI/AAAAAAAAACc/U7g9N7qoxUY/s72-c/wide+sign+good.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-678503109925942508</id><published>2010-01-11T15:46:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:24:01.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lark street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Great Dinner: The Wine Bar &amp; Bistro</title><summary type='text'>It had been a while since I had a meal at the Wine Bar &amp; Bistro (like, a looong while.  The last time, I think, was with PDA and his parents before the Built show two and a half years ago.  A long while) so this weekend when Josh and I were trying to figure out where to have our anniversary dinner it popped right into my head.  While Justin's is our go-to place, we were looking for something a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-dinner-wine-bar-bistro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/678503109925942508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/678503109925942508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-dinner-wine-bar-bistro.html' title='Great Dinner: The Wine Bar &amp; Bistro'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/S0uUccncvbI/AAAAAAAAACM/TSMNQ-QSlXU/s72-c/sweet+potato+and+swiss+cheese+tart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3408543090613073969</id><published>2010-01-11T13:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:08:55.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lark street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curious'/><title type='text'>The Giving Tree</title><summary type='text'>At the corner of Lark and Hamilton Streets, across from the dry cleaner, there is a scrappy, adolescent tree.  Even in the warmer months it struggles to sprout leaves and looks like it just might not make it another year (like most of  them on Lark since the great massacre of the old growth trees a few years ago.)  But this one is special.  There's something...magical about this tree, especially </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-tree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3408543090613073969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3408543090613073969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-tree.html' title='The Giving Tree'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-222192992258605905</id><published>2009-12-22T12:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:36:17.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;majerk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Holiday Humble Pie</title><summary type='text'>During the holiday season I find I'm very susceptible to, "catching," the collective stress of others.  The whole hoopla sometimes leaves me feeling Grinchy and it takes a jarring moment to remind me of what Christmas should mean.  And I had quite the jarring moment this morning.

While walking to the bus I met up with a gentleman I often see around the neighborhood.  He's usually on the move </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-humble-pie.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/222192992258605905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/222192992258605905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-humble-pie.html' title='Holiday Humble Pie'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-5783597951523084105</id><published>2009-12-21T19:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:16:16.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Supertree.</title><summary type='text'>

This year I got my first real Christmas tree and was pretty jazzed to decorate it.   After unpacking and hanging a lifetime of handed-down ornaments I still couldn't decide on what would top it off.  Neither of us is religious so an angel would be disingenuous and I think stars are kind of played (burnt?) out.  The poor tree went topless for a few days until Josh came home with the perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/supertree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/5783597951523084105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/5783597951523084105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/supertree.html' title='Supertree.'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/SzAMSGzlWWI/AAAAAAAAABk/rkM6wSlRVbo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-2255419564974075416</id><published>2009-12-14T10:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:30:58.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas with Teddy</title><summary type='text'>Back in the day my great aunt Teddy (who is turning 80 this year) would host a holiday party in the weeks leading up to Christmas.  My memories of her house in Colonie are so vivid; the split level ranch would burst at the seams with decorations and spirit.  Our job, as kids, was to adjourn to the family room on the lower level and string popcorn garlands for her tree.  We patiently threaded </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-with-teddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2255419564974075416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/2255419564974075416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-with-teddy.html' title='Christmas with Teddy'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3656259109419953902</id><published>2009-12-10T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:34:45.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: The Polite Police</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning I noticed a new poster on the bus and had to grin.  It read:

CDTA wants everyone, customers and employees, to enjoy the ride and arrive safely at their destination.  Use radios and CD/MP3 players with headphones only.  Speak at a reasonable volume when using a cell phone.  Smoking is prohibited.  Food is allowed on the bus for transport only.  It should not be consumed while </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/moribus-philosophorum-polite-police.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3656259109419953902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3656259109419953902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/moribus-philosophorum-polite-police.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: The Polite Police'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8574557417760005149</id><published>2009-12-02T20:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:58:04.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: When You Are Engulfed in Flames</title><summary type='text'>This week I heard from a shuttle operator* that CDTA is now number one in the country for, get this, bus fires.  Number one!  How exciting.  Am I the only person who's more than a little concerned about that (unverified) statistic?   I imagine that CDTA's fleet is tiny in comparison to that of a larger city and still we're beating them soundly in the category of burning up.  Both weathered (4-5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/moribus-philosophorum-when-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8574557417760005149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8574557417760005149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/12/moribus-philosophorum-when-you-are.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: When You Are Engulfed in Flames'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6110155976420145412</id><published>2009-11-27T15:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:39:20.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>New Hearth, New Homes</title><summary type='text'>


No, the fireplace isn't actually hot pink.  Don't I wish.

Just to add to all the stress and excitement of this time of year, we're throwing in a move from our apartment on Hamilton to a sweet and retro one bedroom on Lancaster.  Deciding to leave the current place was the difficult part; the years here have been so much fun and we'll miss our neighbors along with the buzz and vibe of being so</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-hearth-new-homes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6110155976420145412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6110155976420145412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-hearth-new-homes.html' title='New Hearth, New Homes'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/SxA5NRnkvqI/AAAAAAAAABI/wTRUI2i5NE0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-4311339131643836098</id><published>2009-11-27T02:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:08:10.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>ESP Darkwing Ducks</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/esp-darkwing-ducks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/4311339131643836098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/4311339131643836098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/esp-darkwing-ducks.html' title='ESP Darkwing Ducks'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zKS0050tBMA/Sw958c8fQsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4oiQowkFzI0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8551318260117371930</id><published>2009-11-26T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:36:04.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: What Not to Read</title><summary type='text'>Despite all its inconveniences and quirks, the bus is my favorite place to read.  At home there’s always some other medium blaring but each and every day I have two solid hours to lose myself in a story.  I’ve made - and continue to make - lots of mistakes when it comes to choosing what to read, though, so here are a few examples of what makes for bad bus reading:

Books that require translation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/moribus-philosophorum-what-not-to-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8551318260117371930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8551318260117371930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/moribus-philosophorum-what-not-to-read.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: What Not to Read'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-6406357186381346852</id><published>2009-11-26T11:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:28:50.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Oh Hai Blogger</title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking that, while my Tumblr site has been a great way to break into regular blogging, it's not the most convenient platform for what I'm trying to accomplish (publishing original content rather than gathering and redistributing it.)  So I'm trying my hand at Blogger.  It seems like it might be an issue importing all of my old posts from Tumblr, so I'm sure I'll be consulting plenty of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6406357186381346852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/6406357186381346852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-test.html' title='Oh Hai Blogger'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-7546756985407830251</id><published>2009-11-02T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:51:39.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Letting Off a Little Crazy</title><summary type='text'>Growing up, whenever I was bored in class (often) I’d indulge in a bizarre, recurring fantasy. (Just to be clear, I know that this is absolutely ridiculous and not especially funny, but its description is important back story.) I’d imagine myself standing up and running full speed to the front of the classroom, where I would smack into the chalkboard and fall down, pretending to knocked out. When</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/moribus-philosophorum-letting-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7546756985407830251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7546756985407830251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/11/moribus-philosophorum-letting-off.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Letting Off a Little Crazy'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8814797872643188913</id><published>2009-10-26T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:08:14.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment: Lunch Box Week One (Kind of)</title><summary type='text'>My lunch box experiment definitely got off to a bumpy start.  There were several unforeseen circumstances, like the fact that I went a little nuts trying to find the perfect, stylish insulated bag.  That took a good ten days but I finally found it on etsy.com which is my go-to source for unique, personalized gifts.  (As an aside, if you haven’t checked out etsy, do it.  You will find some amazing</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiment-lunch-box-week-one-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8814797872643188913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8814797872643188913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiment-lunch-box-week-one-kind-of.html' title='Experiment: Lunch Box Week One (Kind of)'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-1412447604866953827</id><published>2009-10-19T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:09:18.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other-Worldly Mall</title><summary type='text'>Crossgates Mall is a major hub for CDTA and is where I change buses twice daily from the line to the shuttle in the morning and back again in the evening.  This means that I spend a lot of time at Crossgates.  Well, not so much at it as outside it, but that time has not helped me to understand its layout any better.  The mall, to me, has always been confusingly oriented with the outside not </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-worldly-mall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1412447604866953827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/1412447604866953827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-worldly-mall.html' title='The Other-Worldly Mall'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-7625391484017287579</id><published>2009-10-07T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:11:06.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be careful out here baby"</title><summary type='text'>“Be careful out here, baby.”  The older gentleman was sitting in a folding chair on his porch on Myrtle Ave, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together in front of him.  I was walking from my bank on New Scotland to the Delaware Ave Price Chopper when he issued this startling bit of advice.  Now, I have two different modes when walking alone.  The first is, “home mode,” where I put my head </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-careful-out-here-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7625391484017287579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/7625391484017287579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-careful-out-here-baby.html' title='&quot;Be careful out here baby&quot;'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8459425485607797623</id><published>2009-10-04T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:12:24.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment: Lunch Box</title><summary type='text'>Sooo…I have a personal issue that needs to be dealt with.  Lunch.  My addiction centers around The Plaza Deli, a great, straight-forward little place tucked into an office building near mine.  For standard deli fare it’s consistently well done, probably thanks to the attention to detail of the owner, Tony, who can be a bit of a sandwich nazi.  Anyway, this place gets a call or a visit from me </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiment-lunch-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8459425485607797623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8459425485607797623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiment-lunch-box.html' title='Experiment: Lunch Box'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-5758234528807432446</id><published>2009-09-08T09:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:51:19.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Pick-Up Lines</title><summary type='text'>So you’re standing at the bus stop, waiting patiently, when a lovely, sane-looking young man/woman approaches and stands next to you. You’re impressed by his sense of style or the way she carries herself and you want to strike up a conversation. But how? People waiting at bus stops are usually on guard against the mixed bag of nuts they cross paths with daily. Thinking back on my years of bus </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/09/moribus-philosophorum-pick-up-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/5758234528807432446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/5758234528807432446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/09/moribus-philosophorum-pick-up-lines.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Pick-Up Lines'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-3767557276118645336</id><published>2009-08-20T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:54:17.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(mori)busphilosophorum'/><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Joys</title><summary type='text'>Since my last bus post was so whiny I thought I’d talk about a few little things that make me smile:


Willingness to go the distance.  I loved this. A young couple prepared to get off a few blocks away but when another rider rang the bell for a closer stop they decided to debus with her and walk the extra few feet. It was so reasonable I wanted to chase them down and hug them. 

Unexpected </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/08/moribus-philosophorum-bus-joys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3767557276118645336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/3767557276118645336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/08/moribus-philosophorum-bus-joys.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Bus Joys'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3087790203365551583.post-8105375727795902647</id><published>2009-07-27T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:58:02.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Pet Peeves</title><summary type='text'>I’m in a, “Michael Moore mood” (what I call that state of mind where you feel like pointing out the world’s problems without presenting solutions for them.) The bus is, overall, a pretty pleasant experience but certain things just grind my gears. So here are my top five six bus pet peeves: 


Paying $55 for a Swiper. I know, I know, it’s nothing compared to the expense of having a car but it’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/07/moribus-philosophorum-pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8105375727795902647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3087790203365551583/posts/default/8105375727795902647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leighcummings.blogspot.com/2009/07/moribus-philosophorum-pet-peeves.html' title='(Mori)Bus Philosophorum: Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Leigh Cummings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03654909196397659711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zAjpmjnpJo/To31ICoftzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jAFwLVnygWI/s220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
