<?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-3390357</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:25:38.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLABELLA</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.jasontheodor.com/blog/blog_images/1b_glabella.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;hits you right between the eyes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-109028130500877308</id><published>2004-07-19T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T22:28:51.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Pigeons and CLMs</title><summary type='text'>detail from illustration "A PROBLEM WHICH WOULD HAVE PUZZLED MR. BERGH.", Wide Awake

I see 2 dead birds on my way to work today— one little sparrow, followed by a pigeon. 

Birds look very strange when they are deceased. They look heavy and floppy, like a wet rag is floppy. My first thought is West Nile of course. Who's going to call in the dead bird so that the West Nile people can test it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/109028130500877308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=109028130500877308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/109028130500877308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/109028130500877308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2004/07/dead-pigeons-and-clms.html' title='Dead Pigeons and CLMs'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-108733410378971580</id><published>2004-06-15T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:18:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane Modern Icons</title><summary type='text'>
I have conspired against the better judgement of my paranoid self, and decided to take my own stab at George W. Bush. With the excitement cresting towards the release of Michael Moore's anticipated Fahrenheit 9/11, I thought it timely to start pushing my iconic wares. Check out mundane media for a link to the store and some free wallpaper. 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I read an article about Blogger in SHIFT magazine, and I signed up that very day. I was using it to chronical the pending journey into fatherhood. It was going great, but somewhere I got sidetracked changing diapers and making immunization decisions, and the blog stopped rolling and gathered moss. 2 years worth. And then, a miracle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/108536802975529863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=108536802975529863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/108536802975529863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/108536802975529863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2004/05/like-sands-through-hourglass-cursor.html' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://csat.dcma.mil/custsat/help/CUSTSAT/htm/bitmaps/help0001.gif&quot;&gt; Like Sands Through An Hourglass Cursor'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85279262</id><published>2002-07-24T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:36:29.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Came Back</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning after one.You don't understand. I haven't slept in this late for one quarter of one year. I have a baby daughter who is usually up by six. There was a dull aching pressure behind my eyes, like dehydration after drinking all night, like a hang-over, like trying to quite coffee... Ah, there lay the problem: coffee. I was over 7 hours late drinking my morning cup-o-thickness. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85279262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85279262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/07/cat-came-back.html' title='The Cat Came Back'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85232576</id><published>2002-07-09T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:56:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>  </title><summary type='text'>Astronomers have finally calculated the average colour of the Universe.“ SKYVORY, UNIVEIGE or COSMIC LATTE? ”Now I don't feel quite so stupid about wearing beige pants and a beige golfing hat too school in the late eighties.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85232576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85232576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/07/blog-post.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap020702.html&quot;&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;100%&quot; height=&quot;25&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; bgcolor=&quot;FFF8E6&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85225941</id><published>2002-07-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:55:11.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer Eyes</title><summary type='text'>“ Design is the soul of the window through which anologies are made about human eyes. ”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85225941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85225941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/07/designer-eyes.html' title='Designer Eyes'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85039573</id><published>2002-04-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:04:32.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Madeleine Zoë Shop</title><summary type='text'>Mz Originals supports a very important cause: circa 2020, Madeleine Zoë Theodor McIsaac will be ready to begin her secondary education. All proceeds from these sales will go to the Mz College Fund. Thank-you for your support.“ Mz Originals Grand Opening ”Note: All prices are set by cafépress.com and then marked up by 2 or 3 dollars by Mz Originals. Thus, for every item you buy, a few bucks goes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85039573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85039573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/madeleine-zo-shop.html' title='The Madeleine Zoë Shop'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85018889</id><published>2002-04-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:00:05.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Transplant</title><summary type='text'>

Having a child has tweaked my perspective on myself. I can hardly remember what it was like NOT having a daughter. Who was I? I feel like those days were childhood, and these days are responsibility. I feel like a took my entire life for granted. All of life, for that matter. I really had no memory or concept of what it means to create life or even be life. Sometimes I look down at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85018889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85018889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/heart-transplant.html' title='Heart Transplant'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85013450</id><published>2002-04-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:08:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Extraordinary &amp; Dramatic Entrance of Madeleine Zoë Theodor McIsaac</title><summary type='text'>

Dear friends,

Observe the extraordinary and dramatic entrance of Madeleine Zoë Theodor McIsaac into this side of reality.
Born April 15th, 2002 at 3:33am, at St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, big feet. 8lbs 2oz, 20.5 inches long.
Beautiful and fearless.

Madeleine has shifted all the family titles, creating:
7 Great-Grandparents (Jakob, Anna, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85013450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85013450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/extraordinary-dramatic-entrance-of.html' title='The Extraordinary &amp; Dramatic Entrance of Madeleine Zoë Theodor McIsaac'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85005515</id><published>2002-04-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T08:10:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Labour</title><summary type='text'>Woke up at 4:30am. Been up ever since with contractions (D's, not mine). Today could be the day we have a baby.“ The Fingernail Wing has Crossed the Finishline ”Or it might be early tomorrow. You never know. D is getting a massage from a specialist in our bedroom and I'm going to sleep now so I'm ready for the birthday party later on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/85005515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=85005515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85005515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85005515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/pre-labour' title='Pre-Labour'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85004335</id><published>2002-04-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:38:42.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Klik</title><summary type='text'>Not everything is fully automated, but I have just implemented a mailing list feature for mundane media. Now you can be inundated with MORE SPAM, everyday! Just click on my head (left) to set this process in motion. Send a self-addressed, stamped email to mailing list with the word join in the subject, and you will be notified, however infrequently, whenever this website has been altered.“NEW </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85004335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85004335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/double-klik.html' title='Double Klik'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85004255</id><published>2002-04-13T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:51:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a Cool Fridge</title><summary type='text'>According to the repair clinic, there could be two things wrong with our refrigerator: frost build-up on the evaporator coils, or a clogged condenser.“Appliancology 101”Our first fridge simply died. Our second (used) fridge lasted about 2 days before we had to call a repairman. Now the allegedly fixed refrigerator has died a 2nd death. God bless thrifty landlords. Anyway, we are now days away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85004255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85004255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/happiness-is-cool-fridge.html' title='Happiness is a Cool Fridge'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85004008</id><published>2002-04-13T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:16:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wunderkind Scores 100% on First Test— before Birth!</title><summary type='text'>
(Toronto) On April 10th, 2002, in a stunning display of pure genius, fetal Baby McIsaac scored 8 out of a possible eight points in his/her first ultrasound exam. The Biophysical Profile, as it's called, awards 2 full points in 4 different categories: AFV (amniotic fluid volume), Fetal movements (gross movements), Respiratory Movements (breathing), and Fetal Tone.“Baby Passes First Test with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85004008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85004008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/wunderkind-scores-100-on-first-test.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Wunderkind&lt;/i&gt; Scores 100% on First Test— &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; Birth!'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-85003289</id><published>2002-04-12T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T20:52:02.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture omitted</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't resist looking on the internet after all the joking about 'placenta and onions'. All I can say is, beware of what you're looking for because you just might find it.“Placenta Recipes!”The following link (if you dare) are placenta recipes from Mothering Magazine, September 1983, Vol. 28, pg 76. I might never look at pizza the same way again...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/85003289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=85003289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85003289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/85003289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/picture-omitted' title='picture omitted'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75267193</id><published>2002-04-10T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:13:11.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanning Time</title><summary type='text'>I love making icons. I created these icons of D. and I (i guess by now you've probably figured out her real name) on my last day of work before vacation/parental leave. I think I'll miss the $30,000 colour printer almost as much as my friends at mmi.“Jason &amp; Dayna spanning time”After setting the artwork in Illustrator, printing the page on the Tektronix, and pasting it to a piece of presentation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75267193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75267193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/spanning-time.html' title='Spanning Time'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75266961</id><published>2002-04-10T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T20:42:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've learned a lot this week. For every person we talk to, there are 2 more ways of inducing babies to ad to our list. And since we don't have much to do other than wait... we try them (barring any risk to personal health or the well being of the baby-- although, perhaps that's the problem: baby is just a little toooooo comfy in there).“Sex, Walking, Indian Food, Nipple Stimulation, and Cervical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/75266961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=75266961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75266961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75266961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/ive-learned-lot-this-week' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://scio.free.fr/electromag/induction1.php3&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://scio.free.fr/electromag/induction.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75248817</id><published>2002-04-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:56:40.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41 Weeks and Counting Every Minute</title><summary type='text'>
Okay, so the baby is now one week overdue. That doesn't really mean anything. Perhaps the baby isn't ready, perhaps the due date is wrong (I heard the other day that they are considering creating due weeks instead of due dates, because 85% of kids aren't born as marked on mommy's calendar). Everyone keeps calling and pretending it's not about the baby. Today alone, 3 people stopped D. and I on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75248817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75248817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/41-weeks-and-counting-every-minute.html' title='41 Weeks and Counting Every Minute'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75055688</id><published>2002-04-03T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And it's also too bad that pigs don't fly and that Baz Lurhman didn't win best director at the Oscars. Things were so much simpler in the 50's, don't you think? Midwifery was illegal, doctors were gods (that smoked your favourite brand of cigarettes), and the Nuclear Family was replacing happy communities everywhere.“Advertisement for Mennen Baby Oil from Photoplay, October, 1951” This ad is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/75055688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=75055688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75055688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75055688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/04/and-its-also-too-bad-that-pigs-dont' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.adflip.com/images/ecards/11310.jpg&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75048067</id><published>2002-03-30T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:26:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mbanks</title><summary type='text'>
I dispise it when an artist is described as a mixture of two or more completely different famous artists. It's simply not fair. I will never forget the Canadian band Kashtin-- not because I like or even listened to the band, but because they were perpetually advertised on the CBC as sounding like PINK FLOYD WITH NEIL YOUNG'S INSTRUMENTS. Now, is that a fair statement? “He writes like so-and-so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75048067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75048067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/mbanks.html' title='mbanks'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75039732</id><published>2002-03-26T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:25:31.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers Bring March Snow</title><summary type='text'>
D. finally got her baby shower. Just a week and a half shy of the due date, she braved her sciatica and wobbly hips to hit the highway and head for Pickering, Ontario. It was a fantastic time, with frozen baby ice cubes, strange games, and lots of labour talk. And the presents! Presents upon generous present bestowed upon us... I mean, ahem, the BABY. Nothing will EVER be just for us again. Say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75039732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75039732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/baby-showers-bring-march-snow.html' title='Baby Showers Bring March Snow'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75020463</id><published>2002-03-18T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T21:48:13.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"D is for Doula"</title><summary type='text'>
I've heard them called birth coaches, I've heard them called advocates for the baby, and I've heard them called 'Huh?'. We're trying to book a doula for D.'s homebirth at the moment, and whenever I mention the word people have no idea what I'm on about. So, for the benefit of the many, here's the online definition:“D is for Doula”dou·la   (dl)
 n. A woman who assists another woman during labor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75020463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75020463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/d-is-for-doula.html' title='&quot;D is for Doula&quot;'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75020284</id><published>2002-03-18T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:22:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetus Magazine</title><summary type='text'>
Pastels, $5,000 mohair girraffes, and a million baby GAP ads aside, Marth Stewart baby is a fantastic magazine. The art direction is clean and fresh, the photography is soft and warm, and there are some great ideas-- like cutting up old t-shirts to make baby hats.“Step aside Martha, there's a new kid in town!”Since D. and I have baby on the brain, I decided to take our best photograph of OUR </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75020284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75020284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/fetus-magazine.html' title='Fetus Magazine'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75019243</id><published>2002-03-17T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T07:04:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D. and I went to IKEA today. It was eirily quiet-- no corner traffic cops, no parking attendents. We actually found a spot close to the entrance in less than 5 minutes. All we wanted to do was return the baby changing table that didn't fit on D.'s dresser, along with some silver sconces that D. bought over a year ago and never even opened. “IKEA is the $200 store”We got the 'Now Serving 90' tab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/75019243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=75019243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75019243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75019243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/img-srchttpmediaserver4ikeaframfabsepr' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://mediaserver4.ikea.framfab.se/product_images/PE082986.JPG&quot;'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75018280</id><published>2002-03-17T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:17:52.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Wings on Fingernails</title><summary type='text'>
Some weeks ago, a white, symetrical pair of wings appeared at the base of my 'baby' fingernail. This strange tattoo, this irregular mineral deposit, felt imbued with inexplicable mysticism. They were angel wings, i thought, bearing great news. A downy cherubic clock, a countdown to my first baby's birth. “Angel Wings on Fingernails”I catalogued the ascending progression of the Mark from about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75018280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75018280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/angel-wings-on-fingernails.html' title='Angel Wings on Fingernails'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75017503</id><published>2002-03-16T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:21:03.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Lorem Ipsum</title><summary type='text'>
Use this Latin version of A Prayer before Logging onto the Internet to replace all Lorem Ipsum in graphic layouts. If you don't know what i'm talking about, don't fret. Just feel comfort in the fact that the Catholic Church has shortlisted Saint Isodore of Seville as the Proposed Patron Saint of Internet Users. The prayer is also available in English.“A Prayer before Logging onto the Internet”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75017503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75017503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/new-lorem-ipsum.html' title='The New Lorem Ipsum'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75014629</id><published>2002-03-15T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T21:28:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Characters are Evil</title><summary type='text'>Blogger HATES special characters, and will start spewing countless errors at you until you have no hair left to pull out of your body. Don't think you can get away with anything. “Blogger HATES special characters...”Always use the proper code for every special asterik or double quote you want to use. Here's a handy Special Characters Reference Guide from Webmonkey. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/75014629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=75014629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75014629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75014629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/special-characters-are-evil' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://a1112.g.akamai.net/7/1112/492/02012000/static.wired.com/webmonkey/images/monkey_white_new.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Special Characters are Evil'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75013121</id><published>2002-03-15T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:02:44.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Daddy?</title><summary type='text'>Today D. and I went to a photography studio and got naked. Fiona Cunningham took some wonderful shots of D. posing naked with child, and I was thrown into the mix a little later on. It's an interesting experience to take off everything in front of a total stranger. “I'm so used to this instant digital culture...”Especially a stranger with a camera. But we did it, and loved it. We get to see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75013121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75013121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/whos-your-daddy' title='&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.prosites-fionac.homestead.com/files/lisasilt.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who&apos;s Your Daddy?'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75013352</id><published>2002-03-14T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-14T20:24:50.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures?</title><summary type='text'>It doesn't look like the "Upload File" button is working. This was the premier reason i switched over to BLOGGER PRO. Hope it's working soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/75013352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=75013352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75013352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75013352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/pictures' title='Pictures?'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75013116</id><published>2002-03-14T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-14T17:57:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Pro</title><summary type='text'>Such a fantastic and ambitious concept. Such a current disaster. I basically cannot create or edit anything at the moment. I have absolutely NO confirmation of my payment being recieved (probably twice), and HTML tags don't seem to work when i'm writing messages. Very frustating, but i'm not complaining yet. I still think when they iron out the bugs it'll be worth the $$.  TEST HOME BUTTON </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/75013116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=75013116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75013116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75013116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/blogger-pro' title='Blogger Pro'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390357.post-75012194</id><published>2002-03-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-14T07:25:09.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test-o-rama</title><summary type='text'>I think upgrading to Blogger Pro may have erased everything I've ever posted on my old blogs. I get an error on all accounts. Also, I think i accidentally pressed the purchase button twice, so i think i'm going to get charged double for this service. Man, sometimes the internet is frustrating.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/feeds/75012194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3390357&amp;postID=75012194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75012194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390357/posts/default/75012194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jtheodor.blogspot.com/2002/03/test-o-rama' title='Test-o-rama'/><author><name>jted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186138490290162312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://mundanemedia.com/images/jason_white.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
