<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700</id><updated>2008-11-10T00:46:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mosse-mossi [English]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/atom.xml'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-7097644405090730857</id><published>2008-11-10T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:46:08.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and kicking</title><content type='html'>Yes, we're still around... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new optimism (OBAMA!!!), nothing too exciting going on, and just plain happy. We spent today afternoon at the beach, it was such a surprisingly mild day and we had planned to go hike around in some mossy, autumny forest, but ended up at the water. Which was just beautiful. Yay for coincidental change of plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/stinsonbeach_collage');" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157608804240398/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px 5px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 475px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/images/stinsonbeach_collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/7097644405090730857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=7097644405090730857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/7097644405090730857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/7097644405090730857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/11/alive.html' title='Alive and kicking'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-2695418656302986211</id><published>2008-05-24T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T04:49:32.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive, those Swedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/de/de/catalog/categories/rooms/childrens_room/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/uploaded_images/ikea-730488.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day on the train, I witnessed a group of six first-graders (all tiny little blonde girls in adorable outfits -- like sorority sisters, but cute and not mean and only two feet tall) go totally mental when the train passed an Ikea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IKEA, IKEA, THERE'S IKEA!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*really high voices and squeeky noises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird. And funny. And Ikea's marketing folks should probably win award after award for successfully establishing brand awareness FOR A FURNITURE STORE in six-year-olds.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/2695418656302986211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=2695418656302986211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/2695418656302986211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/2695418656302986211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/05/impressive-those-swedes.html' title='Impressive, those Swedes'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-339642894421356148</id><published>2008-05-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T04:24:31.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous then, gorgeous now</title><content type='html'>Thinking back to my childhood days almost always brings up memories about our backyard. I spent so much time out there, playing by myself or with friends from the neighborhood, in the sandbox or on the swingset my father had built for me (we'd excavate plastic smurf figurines years later at the spot where the sandbox used to be), scavenging through the vegetable garden for sweet baby carrots, snap peas and strawberries (under the strict but tolerating eyes of my Grandfather), or splashing in the little pool my parents put out for me in summer (frequently terrified by the dead insects that would inevitably float around in there after a couple of days). At some point I had a bunny rabbit (&lt;em&gt;Piefke&lt;/em&gt;), later a cat (&lt;em&gt;Jana&lt;/em&gt;), and for many years there were sheep grazing on a pasture just behind the fence at the end of the garden (now the location of two three-story apartment buildings). &lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/gardencollage_big');" href="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/images/garden_collage_080519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px 5px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/images/garden_collage_080519_450px.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f56f59;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clockwise from top left: with a birthday party, feeding the sheep, August 1981; on the swing, Spring 1981; my Grandparents, ca. late 1980s; still owning a sandbox, Summer 1987; with my tricycle and&lt;/em&gt; Herr Nilsson&lt;em&gt;, Spring 1981; in desperate need for a bath, Spring 1981; with my friend Jessica, Summer 1985.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day, the backyard was mostly a veggie and fruit garden, with a lawn area to sit and relax. The older my grandparents got, the smaller the garden area became, with the lawn expanding and taking over areas where rows of asparagus and onions used to be. When I was small, my grandparents would spend hours sowing and harvesting and digging and raking, with me "helping" them, cleaning carrots, pitting cherries, or cutting apples to be cooked into applesauce. There were rows of glasses with preserved fruits in our basement, and a freezer full with frozen veggies. The older I got, the less gardenwork my grandparents did, with more time being spent sitting in the comfy garden chairs enjoying the sun or taking a nap in the shade. Especially my Granddad always hated wintertime, when he couldn't spend much time outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the recent years, my parents have transformed the backyard into a beautiful ornamental garden. My Mom has an amazing talent for selecting the right plants for the right places and arranging and layering shrubs and perennials, annual plants and bulbs, and caring for them so that they perform a true firework of colors, blossom shapes and sizes all throughout the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my Grandmother is bedridden at the moment and can't enjoy the garden like she usually would, I took a &lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_momsgarden');" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157605082043900/"&gt;bunch of pictures&lt;/a&gt; that I showed to her in the hospital. A nurse even encouraged us to tape a couple printouts to a wall near her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_momsgarden1');" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2496797866/in/set-72157605082043900/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2337/2496797866_15d9603b19_m.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_momsgarden2');" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2496792348/in/set-72157605082043900/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/2496792348_6d52a5dffe_m.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_momsgarden3');" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2496822722/in/set-72157605082043900/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2374/2496822722_f5b895b415_m.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_momsgarden4');" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2496016619/in/set-72157605082043900/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2200/2496016619_30fe92be52_m.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/339642894421356148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=339642894421356148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/339642894421356148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/339642894421356148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/05/gorgeous-then-gorgeous-now.html' title='Gorgeous then, gorgeous now'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-6532573260817116412</id><published>2008-05-16T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:22:32.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Germany, in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2495070505/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_newbowlz');"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2495070505_9b46b8883d.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to Germany in a family matter a couple of days ago, rather spontaneously. For four years now I've only ever visited around Christmas time (with the exception of our wedding in late October 2006, when it was almost as cold as in December, for the most part), and had almost forgotten about how beautiful it is here this time of year. The lovely scenery made an adventurous drive over abandoned dirt roads and through tiny Northern German villages -- caused by slight navigation challenges faced by the driver and his front-seat passenger (hello, dear parents!) -- a real treat.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/6532573260817116412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=6532573260817116412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/6532573260817116412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/6532573260817116412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/05/in-germany-in-may.html' title='In Germany, in May'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-9195577776349287780</id><published>2008-05-16T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:47:50.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure why they call it a "smart" phone...</title><content type='html'>...if it allows you to do things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 0px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/images/smart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ed and I got ourselves a new pair of BlackBerry phones. It lets me take &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/tags/frommybb/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; and upload them to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/"&gt;Flickr photostream&lt;/a&gt;.)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/9195577776349287780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=9195577776349287780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/9195577776349287780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/9195577776349287780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/05/not-sure-why-they-call-it-smart-phone.html' title='Not sure why they call it a &quot;smart&quot; phone...'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-8994668321818405166</id><published>2008-04-22T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:51:10.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise is here</title><content type='html'>There's certain things you just can't overpraise -- Al Gore, warm summer nights, and &lt;a href="http://www.radioparadise.com/index.php"&gt;Radio Paradise&lt;/a&gt; for example. The last-mentioned is an internet radio station featuring the best music mix ever. For over a year now, RP belongs to our household like good wine does to the before-mentioned summer nights, and it just doesn't get boring. Which would be nearly impossible given a program that plays Benny Goodman's version of Ravel's 'Bolero' one minute, Elton John's 'Funeral for a Friend' the very next, followed by some 'Cafe del Mar' or Coldplay. RP is commercial-free, listener-supported on a voluntary basis, and it is just pure joy to support something this good. (It's certainly no crime to listen for free, but every ever-so-small contribution yields double karma points...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioparadise.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/de/uploaded_images/RP_header-722243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP sounds as good during work as it does during dinner, and everyone sceptical of this praise just go and listen to it for just &lt;a href="http://www.radioparadise.com/content.php?name=Listen&amp;amp;go=yes"&gt;30 minutes&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/8994668321818405166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=8994668321818405166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/8994668321818405166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/8994668321818405166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/04/paradise-is-here.html' title='Paradise is here'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-9190164398647206312</id><published>2008-04-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:46:50.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good &amp; healthy</title><content type='html'>I realize I'm a little late to the game, but if you haven't already, go rent (or buy, buy!) and watch "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0907657/"&gt;Once&lt;/a&gt;". This precious little movie riveted Ed and I to the couch and made our eyes water - I don't think I have been touched by music like this since my teenage years. Except that this music is much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mIpwx5lA5I&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mIpwx5lA5I&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also very good: &lt;a href="http://www.mariquita.com/Farmers%20Market/ThursdayNight.html"&gt;Mysterious Thursdays&lt;/a&gt;, brought to us by &lt;a href="http://www.mariquita.com/index.html"&gt;Mariquita Farms&lt;/a&gt;. Every two weeks, $25 buy you a box full of the loveliest organic veggies, and you never know what you'll get. Much of the box's content is pretty unique, which forces you to cook outside of your comfort zone, and discover your new favorite veggies. This was yesterday's box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2387223235/in/set-72157600907177231/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_mysterybox');"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2418/2387223235_6200f66c45.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, yum, yum...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/9190164398647206312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=9190164398647206312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/9190164398647206312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/9190164398647206312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/04/good-healthy.html' title='Good &amp; healthy'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-3481085910270965136</id><published>2008-03-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:32:04.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2358171973/in/set-72157604220088530/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_eastereggtree');"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2158/2358171973_52e02054b0.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent Easter with a colorful mix of traditions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old ones, like the easter egg tree, which is a German custom -- ours is a branch of pear tree I bought at a flower shop down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newer ones, like getting together with dear friends to decorate eggs -- I was too busy hollowing, painting, and glueing to take any photos, but Kathy posted her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sfkat/sets/72157604218251127/"&gt; lovely pictures&lt;/a&gt; from our crafty afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were quintessential San Francisco traditions, like the Easter festivities that take place annually in Dolores Park, where Ed and I spent a sunny afternoon yesterday, surrounded by the most multifaceted mix of people, reminding me why I love San Francisco so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157604220088530/"&gt;All pictures here&lt;/a&gt; -- sun, fun, and hunky Jesuses...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/3481085910270965136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=3481085910270965136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/3481085910270965136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/3481085910270965136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-1653028009386189048</id><published>2008-02-28T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:52:19.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patented formula</title><content type='html'>What do you get if you combine the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Snow, lots of snow,&lt;br /&gt;2. Wonderful home-cooked meals (including Biscuits &amp; Gravy, Coq au Vin and a killer Italian menu),&lt;br /&gt;3. Hours of hanging out with dear friends, drinking, chatting, playing games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the 2008 edition of our annual trip to the Lake Tahoe area, 200 miles northeast of San Francisco, 6000-plus feet up in the Sierra Nevada mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157604000603636/" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_tahoetrip');"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" width="300" height="300" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/images/tahoe_collage.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year, we stayed in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=Truckee,+CA" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/gmaps_truckee');"&gt;Truckee&lt;/a&gt;, directly at Donner Lake, in a &lt;a href="http://www.vacationrentals.com/vacation-rentals/4515.html" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/truckee_cabin');"&gt;beautiful cabin&lt;/a&gt; our friend Marg had secured for the eight of us. We had four wonderful days up there, including fun in the snow (skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing), spectacular discoveries (a visit to an abandoned &lt;a href="http://www.cprr.org/Museum/Sierra_Grade_8-2003/Donner_Pass-Summit_Tunnel/index.html" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/cprr_tunnel');"&gt;train tunnel&lt;/a&gt; at Donner Pass), and just the right mix of serious fun and insane determination (Ed on our nightly walk along Donner Lake, proving that the waterline was much further out than we thought, by jumping from the pier into the snow below -- which did in fact turn out to be snow on solid ground, not snow on thin, mushy ice with lots of wet, cold lake underneath).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures of this fabulous weekend with friends that like to eat, cook, and have a great time more than almost anything else &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157604000603636/" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_tahoetrip');"&gt;are right here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/1653028009386189048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=1653028009386189048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/1653028009386189048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/1653028009386189048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/02/patented-formula.html' title='Patented formula'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-9206120928290901620</id><published>2008-02-27T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:36:41.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bowlz, he has dem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2292133045/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_newbowlz');"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 5px 0px 0px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2292133045_10ebc0edf1.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a couple of new bowls for Popstickle the other day. Since I hated all the bowls I saw at the pet store, I had gottem him a set of simple soup bowls at Target a while back -- pretty porcelain dishes that weren't an eyesore on our back balcony, where we typically feed the little stray. But when I saw these cute bowls at &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/kamei-restaurant-supply-san-francisco" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/kamei');"&gt;Kamei&lt;/a&gt; last week, I couldn't help but buy them. It wasn't until I took this picture that I realized that the cat in the bowl looks just like Popstickle -- in color, and almost in shape as well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/9206120928290901620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=9206120928290901620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/9206120928290901620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/9206120928290901620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/02/new-bowlz-he-has-dem.html' title='New bowlz, he has dem.'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-8450268865621836144</id><published>2008-02-26T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:44:54.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday pictures</title><content type='html'>I've finally gotten around to posting our pictures from our trip home to Germany for the holidays. There are two albums:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2226052301/in/set-72157603813486439/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2243/2226052301_7c29b72ffd_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2226197629/in/set-72157603991070454/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2023/2226197629_366808248f_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603813486439/"&gt;Home for Christmas&lt;/a&gt; - Pictures from our arrival in Germany, my Grandma's 82nd birthday, a night out with my parents, Christmas tree shopping, Christmas Eve, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603991070454/"&gt;In Berlin&lt;/a&gt; - Pictures from the short trip Ed, Tucker and I took to Berlin, to visit some of the amazing sights the German capital has to offer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/8450268865621836144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=8450268865621836144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/8450268865621836144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/8450268865621836144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/02/holiday-pictures.html' title='Holiday pictures'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-243289130603827281</id><published>2008-02-19T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:29:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603942291626/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2276908808_0a32d0b35f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It could have been any other day of the year, and normally Ed and I don't make a big deal about Valentine's Day, but this year I had such a wonderful time baking and cooking to celebrate the day a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.fc77a0dbc44dd1611e3bf410b5900aa0/?vgnextoid=61e062b323b37110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;vgnextchannel=3cff090d4dba6110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;rsc=comments_food&amp;lnc=5a79cf380e1dd010VgnVCM1000005b09a00aRCRD&amp;comments_page=1" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/martha_financiers');"&gt;Raspberry-Almond Financiers&lt;/a&gt; from Martha Stewart in the picture on the left were fairly easy to make, looked lovely, and were extremely delicious. And if I had read the entire recipe thoroughly, I woudn't have made them in paper baking cups, but directly in the muffin tin. Which would have saved us a lot of hassle peeling the little lovelies out of the paper to which they stuck to, badly. Well, I guess that's something to remember the next time I make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/French-Crepes/Detail.aspx" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/allrecipes_crepes');"&gt;Crepes&lt;/a&gt; for breakfast, filled with Gruyere &amp; ham, goat cheese &amp; honey &amp; pine nuts, and Nutella. For dinner I made a yummy salad, a filet mignon, and baked goat cheese with baguette. There was crepe batter left over from breakfast, so I made Crepes Suzette for dessert, using a lot of butter and Grand Marnier. We ate them watching the movie "Paris, je t'aime", and felt like God in France, on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of this Sweetfest &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603942291626/" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_vday');"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/243289130603827281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=243289130603827281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/243289130603827281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/243289130603827281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/02/sweetfest.html' title='Sweetfest'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-775898224865583686</id><published>2008-02-19T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:30:18.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Bobcats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603941357445/" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2276858878_6a1dae38cb_m.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2276069727/in/set-72157603941357445/" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2375/2276069727_a45b39aeaa_m.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/President's_Day" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/wiki_presday');"&gt;Presidents' Day&lt;/a&gt;", a holiday officially named "Washington's Birthday", on which some people get a day off work, and others don't, depending on your employer. Fortunately, Ed had the day off, and so we went on a little hike on the Bobcat Trail in Marin County, just a few miles north of San Francisco. We weren't so lucky to spot a Bobcat, but it was beautiful anyway.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/775898224865583686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=775898224865583686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/775898224865583686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/775898224865583686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/02/looking-for-bobcats.html' title='Looking for Bobcats'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-4484946676425237524</id><published>2008-02-19T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T01:10:17.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>German according to LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/2276889294/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_lost');"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2276889294_cfa9c927cc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone's favorite TV show LOST baffles us frequently, A LOT, but last week's episode offered a special surprise. A scene was set in Germany, and as Sayid walked into a restaurant we caught a glimpse of the handwritten menu near the entrance. Which had apparently been written by someone who learned German in school. For a while. A long time ago. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grilltes Huhnerfilet&lt;/span&gt;" instead of "Gegrilltes H&amp;uuml;hnerfilet", "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Knobloch Kartoffen&lt;/span&gt;" instead of "Knoblauch-Kartoffeln", and "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bratkartoffen&lt;/span&gt;" instead of "Bratkartoffeln". But my confidence in the LOST makers remains, and I can't wait to see how they're gonna explain this one...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/4484946676425237524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=4484946676425237524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/4484946676425237524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/4484946676425237524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2008/02/german-according-to-lost.html' title='German according to LOST'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-953430991202799410</id><published>2007-11-17T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:12:01.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookbinding, or: I can only do this in English.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603190868253/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_bookbindingII');"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/images/bookbindingcollage_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently took some classes at the &lt;a href="http://sfcb.org/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/sfcb.org');"&gt;San Francisco Center for the Book&lt;/a&gt;, such as Bookbinding, among others. It is extremely fascinating to learn what goes inside a handbound book, and I caught myself several times now standing in front of my bookshelf or in a bookstore, analyzing the parts of various books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that a book isn't "just a book" for me anymore, but a sophisticated and meticulously assembled piece of craftmanship made from beautiful materials, taking these classes had another side effect: I'm adding words to my English vocabulary for which I don't know the German equivalents. While I'm experiencing this in other areas after almost four years in the US, it is especially the case with bookbinding. What the heck does &lt;em&gt;flyleaf &lt;/em&gt;mean in German, what is the equivalent of a &lt;em&gt;spine wrapper&lt;/em&gt;, what do you call &lt;em&gt;turn-ins &lt;/em&gt;in my native tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to some German bookbinding sites on the internet I was able to whip my vocabulary book into shape, at least for the most part, so that the German descriptions of the photos I took during class aren't too interspersed with English bookbinding lingo. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603190868253/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_bookbindingII');"&gt;Bookbinding II&lt;/a&gt; - from sections to a sewn textblock, and "Hooray, the case fits!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603238758712/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/flickr_bookbindingIII');"&gt;Bookbinding III&lt;/a&gt; - a nicely rounded spine deserves a handsewn endband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. One of the German bookbinding websites that I really like a lot is &lt;a href="http://tulibri.blog.de/" target="new" onClick="javascript:urchinTracker('/outgoing/tulibri.blog.de');"&gt;tulibri's blog&lt;/a&gt;, published by a German bookbinding enthusiast with great photos and descriptions. In both German and English!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/953430991202799410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=953430991202799410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/953430991202799410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/953430991202799410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/11/bookbinding-or-i-can-only-do-this-in.html' title='Bookbinding, or: I can only do this in English.'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-348293228052003822</id><published>2007-11-15T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:34:28.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>"Look, Sweetie, the pictures of Mike and Marg that Jay took with our camera at Jess's wedding, near that window in the back, towards the end of the evening...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're all totally weird. I wonder what he was doing. They're framed completely odd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, they're pretty much useless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweetheart, _I_ took these pictures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Silence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures of Jess and Doug's wedding &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157603140355599/" target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Almost all&lt;/em&gt; of them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/348293228052003822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=348293228052003822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/348293228052003822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/348293228052003822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/11/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-7029910643591040671</id><published>2007-11-05T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T12:59:31.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat - Halloween 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602810203823/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/images/halloween_collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halloween is one of Ed's most favorite holidays, and we celebrated it this year with a party at our house. As usual, I had lots of fun cooking and decorating - when else can you make maggots out of marzipan and serve noodle salad in a kitty litter box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winners of our costume contest, if only we had had one: Danan and Manisha as "Ed and Ineke" (top right in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602675395109/" target="new"&gt;Kathy and I carving pumpkins&lt;/a&gt; (10/11/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602810203823/" target="new"&gt;Halloween party&lt;/a&gt; (10/26/2007)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/7029910643591040671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=7029910643591040671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/7029910643591040671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/7029910643591040671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/11/trick-or-treat-halloween-2006.html' title='Trick or Treat - Halloween 2007'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-7285982335958470907</id><published>2007-10-30T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:35:32.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=1802934188&amp;size=o&amp;context=set-72157602792832716" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 5px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/1802934188_8163f6429a.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October 28, 2007, Handeloh-W&amp;ouml;rme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary this Sunday. Hard to believe that it's already been a year since we celebrated our wedding with family and friends! In the last few days Ed and I indulged in reminiscences about the weeks surrounding our wedding, about the marvelous party, the preparations, the time together with American and German friends before and after the wedding in Germany. We enjoyed the whole thing so much, and I would immediately do it again the exact same way (even though Ed is wrinkling his forehead about that right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1802934772/in/set-72157602792832716/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 5px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/1802934772_30a759c734_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1802932680/in/set-72157602792832716/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 5px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2125/1802932680_e51729b98a_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our wedding anniversary with a trip to Moss Beach, and enjoyed the sunny Sunday afternoon while looking out on the ocean. The keepsake picture we took shows that, one year later, we look almost as good as on our wedding day, and are at least as happy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/7285982335958470907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=7285982335958470907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/7285982335958470907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/7285982335958470907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/10/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago...'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-5447997440427825620</id><published>2007-10-30T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:04:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More visitors from Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1802795402/in/set-72157602792211216/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/1802795402_e31f19f04e_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1801961045/in/set-72157602792211216/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/1801961045_2340381c62_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1801963803/in/set-72157602792211216/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2408/1801963803_b2555fa802_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denny and Kiru from Hamburg and Bremerhaven came to visit us for a couple weeks in September. They arrived a few days before Ed's birthday, and we practically didn't stop celebrating for two and a half weeks. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602792211216/" target="new"&gt;All pictures here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/5447997440427825620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=5447997440427825620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/5447997440427825620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/5447997440427825620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/10/more-visitors-from-germany.html' title='More visitors from Germany'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-549561960504846482</id><published>2007-10-29T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:49:08.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 6</title><content type='html'>They're finally online: Photos of the last six days of my parents' visit here in SF. A little sightseeing, a 4th of July BBQ, and suddenly it was all over and we had to say goodbye. Luckily only until December, since Ed and I will go to Germany for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three weeks with my parents were amazing, we still talk about their visit all the time. And the goodbye note they left on our fridge still makes me smile every day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1381896491/in/set-72157602006971606/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1345/1381896491_64138c4c70_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are happy and&lt;br /&gt;always had fun&lt;br /&gt;it was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Mother with Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601985112115/" target="new"&gt;Day 15 - A walk to Fisherman's Wharf&lt;/a&gt; (07/01/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601976763850/" target="new"&gt;Day 16 - Trip to Sausalito&lt;/a&gt; (07/02/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602015975929/" target="new"&gt;Day 17 - Alamo Square, Chinatown, North Beach&lt;/a&gt; (07/03/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602016495965/" target="new"&gt;Day 18 - 4th of July BBQ&lt;/a&gt; (07/04/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602016577747/" target="new"&gt;Day 19 - The last night&lt;/a&gt; (07/05/07.2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157602006971606/" target="new"&gt;Day 20 - Goodbye&lt;/a&gt; (06.07.2007)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/549561960504846482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=549561960504846482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/549561960504846482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/549561960504846482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/10/last-6.html' title='The last 6'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-175302859457198415</id><published>2007-09-14T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:26:05.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limo, Wine, and Sushi</title><content type='html'>Day 14 of my parents' visit was marked by more "firsts", one being the limo we had rented for a trip to the Wine Country. Had you seen how flabbergasted my parents were every time we encountered a limo during our roadtrip (or a Hummer, or an RV, or an RV pulling a Hummer), you would understand how rare limos (or Hummers, or RVs, or RVs pulling Hummers) are in Germany. Thus, they were quite enthusiastic about being chauffered around in one in Northern California's beautiful Wine Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, we spontaneously decided to throw in another premiere: the encounter of my parents and... sushi. It went quite well, but don't expect them to be sad if sushi was permanently and globally banned as of tomorrow. (And no, they wouldn't have any tonight either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601975038043/" target="new"&gt;Day 14 - A trip to the Wine Country&lt;/a&gt; (06/30/2007)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/175302859457198415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=175302859457198415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/175302859457198415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/175302859457198415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/09/limo-wine-and-sushi.html' title='Limo, Wine, and Sushi'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-1859699648777062591</id><published>2007-09-07T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:42:55.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Making my way through the 2261 photos that were collectively taken during my parents' visit, I've reached days 12 and 13. Days on which Ed and I had to work, while my parents explored San Francisco on their own. Looking through the photos they took while they were out and about by themselves was fun, as if I was looking at San Francisco through the eyes of a first-time visitor. Seeing the sometimes odd things they photographed reminds me of how astounded and fascinated I was by many things when I first came out here, more than three years ago, that now seem mundane (a warning sign in a parking garage for example, see &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1348611440/" target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my parents with us, witnessing their reactions, looking at the photos they took allowed me to rediscover many of these things all over again (like &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1343582356/in/set-72157601901834472/" target="new"&gt;power lines&lt;/a&gt;), which was something I really enjoyed about their visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, and then there are things I can not relate to at all, like the bizarre fascination with newspaper stands that they apparently developed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1342711991/in/set-72157601901834472/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1342711991_d6f29b0847_t.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1343232575/in/set-72157601902741446/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1305/1343232575_724a66141c_t.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1343919176/in/set-72157601902741446/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 5px 0px 0px;" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/1343919176_65d106dd0c_t.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601901834472/" target="new"&gt;Day 12 - Exploring San Francisco, Part I&lt;/a&gt; (06/28/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601902741446/" target="new"&gt;Day 13 - Exploring San Francisco, Part II&lt;/a&gt; (06/29/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Credit where credit is due: Since my parents were out and about by themselves on these days, none of the pictures are from me.)&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/1859699648777062591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=1859699648777062591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/1859699648777062591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/1859699648777062591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/09/discoveries.html' title='Discoveries'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-2413631644168742164</id><published>2007-09-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:49:58.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1332463359/in/set-72157601889819906/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1078/1332463359_5bc450a585_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the Labour Day Weekend in Las Vegas, mainly to see Justin Timberlake. And I'm not even the tiniest little bit embarrassed of that. The show was great, and the perfect beginning to a fun Saturday night partying with friends. Sure, we can't be doing this forever, and ever since we're back, Ed and I are oddly attracted to boardgames and post-dinner walks, but neither one of us will look back one day and say &lt;em&gt;"I wish we had been crazy more often when we were younger."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601889819906/" target="new"&gt;Here are the pictures&lt;/a&gt; of our Las Vegas Extravaganza, and here's some video I took at the JT show, if you're into blurry images and distorted audio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:02BF25D5-8C17-4B23-BC80-D3488ABDDC6B" codebase="http://www.apple.com/qtactivex/qtplugin.cab" height="256" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/video/futuresexloveshow.mov"&gt;&lt;param name="type" value="video/quicktime" height="256" width="320"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mosse-mossi.com/video/futuresexloveshow.mov" height="256" width="320" autoplay="no" type="video/quicktime" pluginspage="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/2413631644168742164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=2413631644168742164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/2413631644168742164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/2413631644168742164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/09/no-regrets.html' title='No regrets'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-8032008644721542697</id><published>2007-08-29T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:20:37.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601753431193/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1317/1268026679_bf0198dda3_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ed stayed up late the night before last to watch the lunar eclipse. I had asked him to wake me, but when it started at 2:00 am, somehow I didn't really care that much for the moon anymore. Fortunately, Ed took &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601753431193/" target="new"&gt;these gorgeous pictures of it&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/8032008644721542697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=8032008644721542697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/8032008644721542697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/8032008644721542697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/08/lunar-eclipse.html' title='Lunar eclipse'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30681700.post-2881771674446246245</id><published>2007-08-25T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T03:30:04.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Time flies - again it's already more than two weeks since my last update! I got a ton of new pictures though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, back to the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/collections/72157600736004462/" target="new"&gt;travelogue&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1185872877/in/set-72157601571758002/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1055/1185872877_591fbf23d2_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 11th day of my parents' stay in the US we concluded our road trip; we took Highway 1 from Los Angeles back to San Francisco, along California's beautiful coast. Even after the interesting, diverse, and breathtaking places we had seen during our trip, the Northern California Coastline still was a real attraction (elephant seals, the most beautiful shades of blue on Earth, and a town which was once goverend by Clint Eastwood contributed to this effect quite a bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601571758002/" target="new"&gt;Day 11 - Along the coast, back to SF&lt;/a&gt; (06/27/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's a few more recent events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1207336527/in/set-72157601609749229/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/1207336527_e5066b8442_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ladies' Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back we had a fun &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601609749229/" target="new"&gt;Girls' Night Out&lt;/a&gt;. Initially we wanted to go out for dinner first, but we would have waited for a table forever, so we decided to get our pizza "to go", and eat it at one of the ladies' house nearby (where some of the gentlemen were having a quiet evening in, but welcomed us warmly). After we were done with our pizza, we headed out for some fun on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Barbeque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same weekend, Ed and I hosted a fairly spontaneous &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601634970836/" target="new"&gt;BBQ party on Sunday afternoon&lt;/a&gt;, which lasted into late Sunday night. And which effects lingered with some of the attendents well into Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirty-one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday this year began quite cozy, shortly after the advent of the 16th, with a glass of wine, and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601643308049/" target="new"&gt;dear mail from home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1227126556/in/set-72157601644252801/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1053/1227126556_58a406bb1e_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Late success&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and I continued to celebrate on the weekend, quite rustic, while &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601644252801/" target="new"&gt;camping in Big Basin Redwoods State Park&lt;/a&gt;. Where we, surprisingly so, finally figured out how to correctly attach the stupid flysheet to our tent. Which we had attempted to do three or four times in the past, to no avail. We always ended up either omitting the fly, or somehow affixing it in an awkward, temporary way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1208505168/in/set-72157601612727090/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1208505168_cfae1ac767_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Another Girls' Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I hosted &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601612727090/" target="new"&gt;Beads n' Booze, a ladies' jewelry making night&lt;/a&gt;. Our large dining table is extremely great to have, and a husband who loves nothing more than making cocktails and refilling the crafting gals' wine glasses is a real blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/1226780737/in/set-72157601644312979/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1290/1226780737_1183be70ed_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;In memoriam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some sad news: Bruce died.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce was our pet fish, for more than a year. On the sad occasion of his death I put together a few photos of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/inekeb/sets/72157601644312979/" target="new"&gt;Bruce's moving in with us in April 2006&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/2881771674446246245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30681700&amp;postID=2881771674446246245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/2881771674446246245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30681700/posts/default/2881771674446246245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mosse-mossi.com/en/2007/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Ineke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>