<?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-3858159</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:04.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tumbleweed.bio</title><subtitle type='html'>It's always all about me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tumbleweed-bio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumbleweed-bio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tumbleweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027162199690227360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858159.post-82996454</id><published>2002-10-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:55:39.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://www.members.shaw.ca/imtn/thisisme.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumbleweedgal also goes by the name Tracy, a rootless Canadian currently living as a sub-editor in Ha Noi, Viet Nam. &lt;br /&gt;Tumbleweeds are happiest when rolling and at their worst when tangled in barbed wire, so she's big on bedrolls and cookouts, road trips and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she is without wheels. &lt;br /&gt;It seems unbelievable, but she no longer consumes coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now fuelled by pho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she loves country-tinged tunes from Tarnation, the Sadies, Glenn Campbell and the Flatlanders, the truly sweet songs of the prairies come from Built to Spill, Belle &amp; Sebastian and Elliott Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tumbleweed intends to roll home in July, 2004 to get hitched August 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;100 THINGS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have freckles.&lt;br /&gt;2. I usually work in radio.&lt;br /&gt;3. Right now, I'm living in Ha Noi. &lt;br /&gt;4. I'm working for a State newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;5. I once broke down my '79 Toyota Celica in a ghost town.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've visited Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to drive.&lt;br /&gt;8. I've also seen Prague, Amsterdam, Nice, Venice, parts of Spain, Greece, Singapore, India, Malaysia, Thailand, Laos, Viet Nam and Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;9. My Hyundai is parked at home while I work over here, but I'm still paying the damned lease.&lt;br /&gt;10. The ass-sucking insurance company is still trying to weasel full payments out of me too.&lt;br /&gt;11. Quality glassware makes the drink that much better.&lt;br /&gt;12. High thread-count is an amazing thing. I can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;13. The idea of a Tivo fascinates me and makes me daydream.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm scared to light the barbecue and the hotplate.&lt;br /&gt;15. My favourite movie is A Clockwork Orange.&lt;br /&gt;16. I wonder if 'winter' here just means less sweating.&lt;br /&gt;17. I am in love, and it keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;18. I am wild about hotels, their toiletries and those spongy blankets.&lt;br /&gt;19. We got engaged underwater. The wedding will be far more conventional--but not entirely.&lt;br /&gt;20. I use free weights.&lt;br /&gt;21. If I have to do cardio, I like to run.&lt;br /&gt;22. My Dad and I ran with "hero" Steve Fonyo. I think he's a boozer now. Steve, not my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;23. I met Gloria Steinem at a booksigning and could only say "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;24. I loved to read as a young adult.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love to read now, and now appreciate countries where information is free and uncontrolled--unlike here.&lt;br /&gt;26. I was once "married" at the 24-hour Church of Elvis in Portland. Their slogan is "it's cheap, not legal."&lt;br /&gt;27. I'm a big fan of fruity smells.&lt;br /&gt;28. I can make California rolls.&lt;br /&gt;29. I'm actually a Newfie but I lost the accent. It comes back when I'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;30. For a while, I was raised Roman Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;31. Now, I like to refer to myself as a solipsistic hedonist.&lt;br /&gt;32. I should just tell you right now: I fully intend to wear a knee-length wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;33. I'm a sucker for packaging.&lt;br /&gt;34. I could read Saturday's newspaper all day long and often do. I wish I didn't have to trek a long way here to find one of the few real newspapers and pay an exorbitant amount for it.&lt;br /&gt;35. I had my nose pierced when I was 17, at a time when kids would point and laugh&lt;br /&gt;36. I am a graduate of Applied Communication.&lt;br /&gt;37. I've lived in Victoria, BC.&lt;br /&gt;38. I had the opportunity to eat fried chicken feet, but I turned it down.&lt;br /&gt;39. My first kiss was on the dance floor at 14 to Stairway to Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;40. A life-changing album for me was Belle and Sebastian's If You're Feeling Sinister.&lt;br /&gt;41. A life-changing song was When Not Being Stupid is Not Enough by Built to Spill/Caustic Resin.&lt;br /&gt;42. We have maid service included in the cost of our rent.&lt;br /&gt;43. My favourite season is autumn.&lt;br /&gt;44. I was born July 22, 1971.&lt;br /&gt;45. I cry about no longer having home Internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;46. My niece and nephews are cuter than yours.&lt;br /&gt;47. I am the middle child and the black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;48. My hair is the thickest any hairdresser's dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;49. My feet are the widest any shoe salesman's seen.&lt;br /&gt;50. But I'm not a yeti.&lt;br /&gt;51. Surprisingly, Diet Dr. Pepper just rocks.&lt;br /&gt;52. My sister and I both wore braces on our legs when we were toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;53. I raise my left eyebrow a lot.&lt;br /&gt;54. My weight fluctuates about 50 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;55. Photography's cool but I'm not very good.&lt;br /&gt;56. I don't know how to change a tire.&lt;br /&gt;57. Living in Viet Nam is good for the figure.&lt;br /&gt;58. I went from top honours student, to slacker, back to the top.&lt;br /&gt;59. Just as I started making a decent salary, I abandoned my job. There are no regrets; I lived in a place called Red Deer.&lt;br /&gt;60. I don't buy Saran Wrap or garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;61. I have a coffee table with mother-of-pearl inlay. I can't tell you how much pleasure that gives me.&lt;br /&gt;62. We buy bread out of a huge basket from a little lady in a conical hat squatting by the side of the street.&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm wondering when to have the babies.&lt;br /&gt;64. My favourite item of clothing is a vintage, turquoise-blue jacket with faux-fur collar. It doesn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;65. I will stop for all outrageously-sized, manmade, roadside kitsch.&lt;br /&gt;66. Reading Dooce started my love affair with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;67. I want a house with a backyard just so I can hang a hammock.&lt;br /&gt;68. I'm cursing myself for never having gotten my hair straightened before.&lt;br /&gt;69. My pinkies turn in.&lt;br /&gt;70. I try not to go out in sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;71. I'm really impatient.&lt;br /&gt;72. I smell French fries.&lt;br /&gt;73. Herman Hesse is cool.&lt;br /&gt;74. Oh, sure squat toilets are more sanitary.&lt;br /&gt;75. I once had baked Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;76. I prefer dialogue-driven movies.&lt;br /&gt;77. I don't like to sit in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;78. I never want to live in the suburbs.&lt;br /&gt;79. I need to visit Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;80. And Austin.&lt;br /&gt;81. As far as ice cream goes, you can't do better than Haagen-Daaz coffee.&lt;br /&gt;82. Math is so not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;83. I like see-thru shower curtains.&lt;br /&gt;84. I'm not the kind of girl to snort cocaine off someone's ass.&lt;br /&gt;85. I judge harshly those who judge.&lt;br /&gt;86. I'm pretty good with change and have had to adapt.&lt;br /&gt;87. I've moved 8 times in the last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;88. I once retrieved my luggage off the top of an Indian bus.&lt;br /&gt;89. My favourite landscape is the desert.&lt;br /&gt;90. My favourite dessert's creme caramel.&lt;br /&gt;91. My honeymoon with Instant Messenger is over.&lt;br /&gt;92. People shouldn't feel they're ever stuck.&lt;br /&gt;93. I want more time and balls to freelance audio pieces.&lt;br /&gt;94. I want to learn a martial art.&lt;br /&gt;95. Being in my thirties is good.&lt;br /&gt;96. I think I'm sexy.&lt;br /&gt;97. I think I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;98. I plan to keep learning.&lt;br /&gt;99. I wanna be in a band.&lt;br /&gt;100. I've got a fine set of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3858159-82996454?l=tumbleweed-bio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858159/posts/default/82996454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858159/posts/default/82996454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tumbleweed-bio.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82996454' title=''/><author><name>tumbleweed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13027162199690227360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
