<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 02:30:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Poor Impulse Control</title><description>Target shootin' with the Gun Moll of the Revolution</description><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1625</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-3330663824026431781</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 01:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-25T22:30:16.134-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>do-good-ery</category><title>I Gave You A Long Look</title><atom:summary type='text'>On Tuesday night, I got an odd email from a person I didn't know. It said simply, "We'll be shelving tomorrow night at 7:30. Hope to see you there." Because I work in a library and have no intention of freelancing, I wrote back to ask who the writer was, shelving what and where - and I didn't use the word fucking even once. The Mystery Writer responded that the food pantry blocks from my house </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/i-gave-you-long-look.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-667298689366175108</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 12:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-23T08:43:01.466-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fucking Blogger</category><title>Everything I Have In My Hand</title><atom:summary type='text'>Waiting...waiting...trying to cut down...On 1 May, Blogger's cutting me off. Poor Impulse Control, such as it is, will become a static museum of swearing, stylish footwear, bad behavior and do-goodery almost exactly six years after Paulie Gonzalez pushed me at the laptop and pointed the way. Sure, it's traumatic for me, but what fresh start isn't? Siobhan's been working on the technical aspects </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/everything-i-have-in-my-hand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-3580722879782401069</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-18T20:25:11.922-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>our furry overlords</category><title>And Around Me Waist A Belt</title><atom:summary type='text'>Behold: tiny Drusy, nestled into a pale blue microfleece, patiently enduring the usual adoration. She is used to having us go all googly when she does something small, like rest her cheek against Pete's or curl up in my arms like an infant. It's not easy to be so beautiful, but Drusy never complains. Here, we have exhausted her with tuna treats, playing with the gray mousie finger puppet and our </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/and-around-me-waist-belt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5063396088660769603</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-16T21:20:27.241-04:00</atom:updated><title>Just Keep Right On Dancing</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/just-keep-right-on-dancing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5325473583636400799</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-14T22:12:33.256-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Kill the Poor</category><title>As Weapons Sharper Than Knives</title><atom:summary type='text'>A very strange little article turned up in the Huffington Post today. It's AP sourced, which is bad blog juju. Go ahead. Read the article. It's ten sentences in six teeny paragraphs. Let's review. NYC is charging rent for space in homeless shelters. Advocates for the homeless say this is the craziest shit ever. NYC officials say giving poor people stuff sucks because they're - like - icky. This </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/as-weapons-sharper-than-knives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-6391343054135452736</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T20:46:03.128-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Panky</category><title>After Night No Questions Asked</title><atom:summary type='text'>Panky perks up after a foiled escape attempt, already planning to blast his way out next time or as soon as he can pronounce that.Pete and I cleaned and scoured and vacuumed and mopped and laundered for a week before Miss Sasha, Mr. Sasha and Panky arrived for a sleep over. The cats made themselves scarce. Five people, one of whom has not developed an inside voice, put up a racket. Every so often</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/after-night-no-question-asked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5316146118761940942</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-12T11:06:31.111-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Your Groove I Do Deeply Dig</category><title>You Say Rolls I Say Royce</title><atom:summary type='text'>This morning, Pete and I went out for a bike ride up and down hills, through a park, across a campus, over a bridge, back through a park. We probably rode about 11 miles, stopping twice for water. Generally, half an hour of exercise buys me two hours of minimal hip pain, so I felt pretty good when we got into the car to trace the path of our hometown food bank's fundraising bike ride. The ride </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/you-say-rolls-i-say-royce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-2575105224097908318</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-10T23:13:16.404-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Panky</category><title>Quiet Nights On the Back Porch</title><atom:summary type='text'>Panky visited my house, pushed over my washboard a couple of times and sat on the stairs in time out. At 27 months, he is already trying out impossible alibis. For instance, when we saw him knock down the baby gate, he blamed it on Sweetpea. Miss Sasha said, "I now understand why you could always tell when I was lying."Too exhausted to declare myself crosseyed. I'll work up to it tomorrow.</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/quiet-nights-on-back-porch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5696513531477384894</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 10:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T09:47:36.803-04:00</atom:updated><title>To Come Is A Verb Intransitive</title><atom:summary type='text'>What, was yesterday April Fool's Day again?I'm sure I'm not the only girl who enjoyed playing this imaginary game [dressing up like a bride - ed.]. Unfortunately no one ever warned me that reaching my childhood fantasy was much easier said than done.Let's take this one slowly. In the Huffington Post, where one assumes grownups may be talking, this young woman complained that childhood fantasies </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/to-come-is-verb-intransitive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-5574470899047703994</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-07T21:28:42.312-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fucking Blogger</category><title>We Can Dance If We Want To</title><atom:summary type='text'>Fucking Blogger, which has often sucked like a giant thing that sucks giantly, has decided to cut me off because this blog uses FTP. Here, enjoy this bedtime story:FTP publishing will no longer be available after May 1, 2010You currently have blogs that are published using FTP. You must migrate your blogs to a new custom domain URL or a blogspot URL.Yay! The bum's rush it is! Clean cup! Clean cup</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/we-can-dance-if-we-want-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-8569038820454298497</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-06T22:16:51.416-04:00</atom:updated><title>Thinking Anything If You're Thinking</title><atom:summary type='text'>Miss Sasha, Mr. Sasha and Panky will be staying overnight with us on Friday. We keep our house as clean as two people with multiple jobs can, which is to say that it's tidy with cat fur tumbleweeds. That's fine for us, but when we started thinking about what a two-year-old might pick up and sample for flavor, out came rubber gloves and the shop vac. Tonight, Pete boiled the bathroom. Tomorrow, </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/thinking-anything-if-youre-thinking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-8383975824871223253</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-06T13:43:14.011-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Your Groove I Do Deeply Dig</category><title>It Rains You're Here</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today, it was finally warm enough to leave the car at home and bicycle to work again. Last year, I rode around with a basket hooked to my handlebars, but everything I dragged back and forth made steering feel I was riding a two-wheel Titanic. Pete decided he hated his matching panniers, which are like skinny backpacks that snap onto a frame screwed onto the back tire hub, so he removed them from </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/it-rains-youre-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-4369205494754829061</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-04T21:15:18.332-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Flowers in a Frothing Green</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Your Groove I Do Deeply Dig</category><title>The Road That They Walk On</title><atom:summary type='text'>About a week ago, seed potatoes from Seeds of Change arrived, so we were waiting for a sunny weekend day and today was one! It was one of those breathtaking early spring mornings as we drove out to Lowe's for vermiculite and organic garden soil. A light muddy smell on the breeze along the river reminded us of the recent rains. The ground hasn't dried out yet and probably won't until later this </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/road-that-they-walk-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-3843485950286701026</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Apr 2010 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-03T23:34:19.601-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>compote something</category><title>In A Whirl 'Cause She's Not</title><atom:summary type='text'>A bazillion years ago in blog years, our delightful friend Georg convinced me to make my own ricotta and on this very blog, I documented my cheesy experiments. I didn't really think it would work because Georg can do anything and I can't add and subtract, but I followed her instructions and - BLAMMO! cheese! I did have to think about the cost effectiveness of the process, though: one gallon of </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/in-whirl-cause-shes-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-3544034680808828168</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-02T12:08:27.844-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Highway Is Alive Tonight</title><atom:summary type='text'>This is a guest post by Barbara O'Brien of Mahablog.Health Care Reform: The Morning AfterMany politicians and pundits warned us that the health care reform (HCR) legislation that just became law will destroy America. Government bureaucrats will take over health care decisions, we were told. The old and infirm would be hauled away by death panels. Everything about the way we receive our medical </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/04/highway-is-alive-tonight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-7699614572715827394</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-31T21:52:04.602-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>our furry overlords</category><title>So Wonderfully Wonderfully Wonderfully</title><atom:summary type='text'>The seed potatoes arrived. Hooray! Pete's off researching how to plant them just in case "place compost in bag, place seeds on compost, cover with four inches of compost, moisten and wait" isn't everything a prospective potato farmer needs to know. Upstairs somewhere, I hear him shouting on the phone to his father, who grew up on a farm in Ohio. At least, I hope that's they're talking about. When</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/so-wonderfully-wonderfully-wonderfully.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-7372849077808616473</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-31T11:14:55.923-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>This Never Happened To Pablo Picasso</category><title>He's Never Seen Trees</title><atom:summary type='text'>This morning, I drove into the parking deck, went up a flight and parked. As I gathered my book bag and umbrella, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a parade of underdressed ROTC students exit the stairwell, drop to their hands on tar covered with motor oil, chewed gum and broken glass and do pushups. I slammed my car door and they got up and ran off. It happened so fast, I didn't have time to </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/hes-never-seen-trees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-6214501323321315525</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-29T21:54:32.881-04:00</atom:updated><title>I Would Buy Myself A Gray Guitar</title><atom:summary type='text'>Pete took this picture in the park yesterday. It rained all today and we're expecting tomorrow a big storm or rain event, as the hysterical weather schnooks now say. I'd taken a vacation day to get tomato seeds into starter trays, but that didn't happen. Instead, to cheer myself up, I took down the weighty winter drapes; then laundered, fluffed and hung the light summer sheers. They're fresh and </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/i-would-buy-myself-gray-guitar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-549168152887562920</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T23:00:16.366-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hills To Fly Them On Except</title><atom:summary type='text'>Pete and I walked around Princeton in a spitting rain, looking for a pair of black shoes to replace scuffs I'd worn to shreds over the winter. We'd already been through shoe stores every weekend for a month and I was a little testy about it, so today, we went straight to what we knew would be an expensive source. Four stores later, we were about to give up again when The Walking Store lay between</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/hills-to-fly-them-on-except.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-6729270628919572182</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-27T22:53:25.812-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>This Never Happened To Pablo Picasso</category><title>Take the Short Road To the Answer</title><atom:summary type='text'>Things were different when we were kids. Everyone had to entertain him- or herself.Pete: Remember that decorative brick wall in my house growing up? Tata: Huh. Yes, I do.Pete: My parents put it up one brick at a time. They made the bricks themselves. It took forever. Then some lunatic gave me a hammer.Tata: Really?Pete: Yeah, Ricky, the kid down the street gave me a toolbox with real tools for my</atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/take-short-road-to-answer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-8540686519785503601</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T21:55:59.575-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Stand Up</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Get Up</category><title>Smile In Your Face All the Time They Want</title><atom:summary type='text'>Salon:In the Oval Office Wednesday afternoon, Obama signed an executive order imposing restrictions on abortion funding in the new healthcare reform law. In contrast to the swarm of people in the East Room on Tuesday, this time it was just Rep. Bart Stupak, D-Mich., who led the fight over abortion language in the legislation, along with some of their allies. The only record of the event allowed </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/smile-in-your-face-all-time-they-want.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-940225536125708047</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-25T08:19:51.978-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Your Groove I Do Deeply Dig</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>our furry overlords</category><title>Still At Last Your Love</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sweetpea, self-plated.On Sunday, my brother Todd ran the L.A. Marathon. This is really annoying. What about my needs, hmm? I had no idea he could run a marathon. Neither did he: it was 14 miles farther than he'd trained. You're supposed to run 26 miles at least once before you line up at the starting line. Also really annoying: Daria's high school cross country buddies talked her into doing a </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/still-at-last-your-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-1206127486628786094</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-23T13:37:08.092-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>our furry overlords</category><title>My Little Home On the Hundredth Floor</title><atom:summary type='text'>Take it from a mean old bat: some of the coolest words in the English language are My sisters have a toy store! Pete loves the Angry Little Girl dolls and adds them to all the displays. We now have an Angry Kim doll in our living room Pete swears he hears running around at night. I sit on the toy store floor and read the books. When I find five or six I love, I pop them into an envelope and mail </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/my-little-home-on-hundredth-floor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-7670576593640239848</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-21T22:48:45.596-04:00</atom:updated><title>To Be One Of the Beautiful</title><atom:summary type='text'>Pete and I spent much of the morning in the backyard cleaning out garden containers we will reuse this season. Pete took a pitchfork to the leaf pile and trucked the leaves, now mulch, to a garden bed planted with ornamental trees while I stacked pots and organized the little greenhouse. Later, I planted lettuces, herbs, fennel, pak choi and tomatillos in starter trays. Just before noon, Pete </atom:summary><link>http://poorimpulsecontrol.net/blog/2010/03/to-be-one-of-beautiful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tata)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-8130707348186330634</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T22:15:03.971-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>This Never Happened To Pablo Picasso</category><title>You Spill Up My Back</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tonight, we went to see our lovely niece Lois's high school performance of Bye Bye Birdie, in which Lois played the ingenue Kim. Before you get nervous: Lois has the high, clear voice her whole family shares and it was a delight to listen to her sing. The plays gender politics utterly blow, but the kids did a great job with the big musical numbers. Two of dozens could dance. 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