<?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-14067207</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:09:48.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alanna land</title><subtitle type='html'>Hop a flight to all things Alanna.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-1542013433232856564</id><published>2010-02-10T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:33:26.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Dream shine and whisper clove&lt;br /&gt;Touch inside the golden beams of twilight&lt;br /&gt;And my flowing heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midnight of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And touch of your sun-kissed skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumes this dream of mine in complete secrecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/S3OOeEUGT3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/p1ZJttjdYqc/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/S3OOeEUGT3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/p1ZJttjdYqc/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-1542013433232856564?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1542013433232856564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=1542013433232856564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/1542013433232856564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/1542013433232856564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/S3OOeEUGT3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/p1ZJttjdYqc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-5813806086735094452</id><published>2009-12-23T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:27:11.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return to the 9th Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzKlhVL0sfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/STMlMO32D6s/s1600-h/21871_1177758761269_1147119590_30432728_5200256_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzKlhVL0sfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/STMlMO32D6s/s320/21871_1177758761269_1147119590_30432728_5200256_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418575293721129458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture it: Christmas, 2009, &lt;div&gt;New York City. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after the very first snow blizzard to kick off the start of the winter season. Tourists from out of town visit the tree and window shop in delight while trudging through now dark colored snow on the sidewalks. Children's eyes grow wide at the sight of toy displays, horse drawn carriages in the park and the smell of warm chestnuts in the air. It also happens to be a time when I've just learned that one of the most constant people in my life has come down with a devastating illness... one that could prove fatal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst the holly and mistletoe and presents and laughter, I wander through a maze within the dark corners of my mind hoping that somewhere, somehow there is a flicker of light that leads to the promise of things reverting to my norm and how they always were... back to what I now realize I've taken for granted for many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought that 2010 could prove to be the biggest bump my road has yet to see is beyond my total comprehension in this moment. When I widen my view in an attempt to prepare myself and those around me for the potential of such extreme anguish, the pain cuts quickly like a stab of a knife through my soul. It does not linger, it does not spread, it merely jolts me into a reality I do not want to face, and in that flash I feel only a fragment of what is to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so this Christmas, while I try to make the best of where we are in our current battle between acceptance and denial, healing and suffering, fighting and relenting, I look ahead in anticipation and prayer, that I can one day soon breathe in the clean air of comfort knowing my family's lives are on a path which leads them through the woods and out into the clearing, to bathe in sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Photo by Ed Lederman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-5813806086735094452?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5813806086735094452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=5813806086735094452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/5813806086735094452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/5813806086735094452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-return-to-9th-planet.html' title='My Return to the 9th Planet'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzKlhVL0sfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/STMlMO32D6s/s72-c/21871_1177758761269_1147119590_30432728_5200256_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113444712207160271</id><published>2009-12-12T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:11:29.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Holiday Meat Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/meatwreath.1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/meatwreath.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in the city of Manhattan, (2 stars to the left of Alanna Land that is), there lived a girl... A girl with a dream. Her name was D, and was heading with her roomie, A.Joy, over to a Christmas Pot-Luck dinner one fine Sunday evening in December. She pondered high and low of what delectable holiday treat she could offer up to her warm and good-natured friends. Something festive, something fun. But above all, something to tease the taste buds and awaken the senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first idea was a fruit pie. "Hmmm...Too sweet." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next thought was a roasted turkey. "No, too much like Thanksgiving.." she decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D meditated and thought, searching every crevice and cranny in that unbridled brain of hers when suddenly the spirit of the holiday season was upon her and the perfect thought prevailed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got it!" she exclaimed. "I shall marry the best part of a fruit pie with the most succulant piece of turkey to produce what shall be known from this day forward as: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Holiday Meat Wreath!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her ambitions soaring, D set to work. Hussling and bussling all the day long inside her tiny Manhattan kitchen. She mixed, and stirred and kneaded dough, until all the ingredients blended and merged into the most scrumptious, jubilant main dish a Christmas Pot-Luck dinner could ever include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she marched down the sidewalk with A.Joy by her side, the mouthwatering Meat Wreath gave off an aroma unlike anything man could comprehend. They left a trail of palatable perfume to stun passer byers as they strolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they entered the lavish party, guests flocked from all corners, yearning and craving to feast on such holiday morsels. D set the precious dish down with the others on the long banquet table and was timidly approached by company. Smiles and laughs, and sounds of rejoice were heard over the haze of gluttony that engulfed the priceless fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the plates were cleaned and all were satisfied, the visitors raised their glasses in cheers and ovation. "Here's to the day we were so gladly introduced to the very rare and special Holiday Meat Wreath!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here! Here!" they exclaimed, and the merriment and holiday festivities continued...&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113444712207160271?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113444712207160271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113444712207160271&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113444712207160271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113444712207160271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/tale-of-holiday-meat-wreath.html' title='The Tale of the Holiday Meat Wreath'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-1916994885764716122</id><published>2008-10-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:38:53.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months in AlannaLand: A Visual Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SOw2-lMNzQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/X7rTuaROxEE/s1600-h/n514603659_484049_1480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SOw4bg3gG5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VEwE6vDssTk/s320/n1116630314_30163177_6319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254636910564875154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SOwwqZOygSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dv2tdzoFmq8/s1600-h/n164200082_31553959_1813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SOwwqZOygSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dv2tdzoFmq8/s320/n164200082_31553959_1813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254628370120081698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-1916994885764716122?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1916994885764716122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=1916994885764716122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/1916994885764716122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/1916994885764716122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-months-in-life-of-alanna-recap-in.html' title='6 Months in AlannaLand: A Visual Recap'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SOw2-lMNzQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/X7rTuaROxEE/s72-c/n514603659_484049_1480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-6386616039732916040</id><published>2008-03-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:20.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sayin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R_BglDd9ExI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9PH99GPDf0M/s1600-h/n514603659_270645_2739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R_BglDd9ExI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9PH99GPDf0M/s320/n514603659_270645_2739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183749360805810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm back... (from Tokyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept getting hit up with, "What did you get lost in Tokyo and never make it back to this side of the world?" Um, no.. although I semi wish this were the case, and would probably be way more interesting as a post than what I now have to offer, however, the real story is one of sheer laziness where my writing is concerned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I'm alive, I'm kicking and ticking around the city of Manhattan, and feel as though I'm starting to find my way in the direction of Alannaland. Things lately, for me, have been on the upside... small, baby-sized sort of feats that have lead me to a place of acceptance with myself, of myself... and I feel an empowerment that may halo into something larger, that may prove to push me towards a growth that I am ready to embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pleasantly unexpected for me to recognize myself growing... Like the enormous puzzle that you've been working at here or there for ages on the fold out table in the corner of your home office that finally begins to show the picture from the box taking its form. Its another piece of yourself, snapping into place and fitting into its groove where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been filled with my own faith, in myself and in the universe, that maybe, just maybe I am traveling in the manner and on the course that will lead me to a higher place... A better place within me that will settle with feelings of peace and security and happiness on a more constant level... Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I will close my eyes as the night hour falls upon the rather chilly city, and think of the green palms and pure shores I am to be jaunting off to in just a wee short days time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be back from Tokyo, but I can't say I'll be able to write the same when I get to Maui... You may just lose me there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pic taken of the bay in Kamakura, Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-6386616039732916040?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6386616039732916040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=6386616039732916040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/6386616039732916040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/6386616039732916040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-sayin.html' title='Just Sayin&apos;...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R_BglDd9ExI/AAAAAAAAAG4/9PH99GPDf0M/s72-c/n514603659_270645_2739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-2774188668913605337</id><published>2007-11-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:21.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Days 1, 2, &amp;amp; 3: Day trip to Kamakura to see the big Buddah and some beautiful temples. Overnight trip to Hakone to see the sights and get pampered at an authentic Japanese inn, complete with natural hot springs perfect for frolicking a la nude (50 points on the Scavenger Hunt- done!)... oh and the food... Loving Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OS7ZsED1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/lKt0kVjuxL8/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OS7ZsED1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/lKt0kVjuxL8/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135109549338136402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OT-ZsED3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vZxWsg_aJPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OT-ZsED3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vZxWsg_aJPQ/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135110700389371762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OUgpsED5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7xXh957xsVg/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OUgpsED5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7xXh957xsVg/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135111288799891346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OVA5sED6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/11u0DL4jxCY/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OVA5sED6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/11u0DL4jxCY/s320/DSC01826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135111842850672546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OV3psED7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/V5KC7U5y6H8/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OV3psED7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/V5KC7U5y6H8/s320/DSC01873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135112783448510386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-2774188668913605337?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2774188668913605337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=2774188668913605337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/2774188668913605337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/2774188668913605337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-from-tokyo.html' title='Love from Tokyo'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/R0OS7ZsED1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/lKt0kVjuxL8/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-3235727224831288687</id><published>2007-11-14T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:21.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Turkey</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Tokyo in 1.3 days! Getting so excited I can barely contain... I know I've been a mess at writing on this thing as of late, and reading up on all my favorites as well, but I think with the winter season approaching I will vow to get back to the 9th planet on a regular, weekly basis to check in and scope out the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I'm taking a wee break from packing to let out some smashing thrills and excitement onto my keyboard before I get to the last final haul and jump on my suitcase to close it... Some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the Scavenger Hunt of the century... at least my century. Check out the torture I will attempt to put my poor friends through while on our journeys this Thanksgiving through the far Northeast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告別&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rzuvk5sEDzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Xp2bZV1gtlg/s1600-h/ScavengerHunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rzuvk5sEDzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Xp2bZV1gtlg/s320/ScavengerHunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132889248814599986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-3235727224831288687?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3235727224831288687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=3235727224831288687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/3235727224831288687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/3235727224831288687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/11/japanese-turkey.html' title='Japanese Turkey'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rzuvk5sEDzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Xp2bZV1gtlg/s72-c/ScavengerHunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-6652929533115641946</id><published>2007-10-16T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:21.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Johnny Boy...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, thats right. I'm sucking it up and wishing our dear John Mayer a hap happy 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess he'll be celebrating the momentous occassion on the east coast after my Barbie Twin had a run in with him at NYSC yesterday on the mats... Way to miss MY workout sesh at the very same location by a whole 48 hours... Yeah... I'm not upset or anything though, I mean, you know... there will be other times for us to catch up... Probably sometime when we're both a lot less sweaty... or sumthin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- Happy Birthday John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RxT9vHpCDdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y3pVdnVisz0/s1600-h/NY_JohnMayer_ap_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RxT9vHpCDdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y3pVdnVisz0/s320/NY_JohnMayer_ap_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121997662173924818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-6652929533115641946?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6652929533115641946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=6652929533115641946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/6652929533115641946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/6652929533115641946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-johnny-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday Johnny Boy...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RxT9vHpCDdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y3pVdnVisz0/s72-c/NY_JohnMayer_ap_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-7886932488478065634</id><published>2007-10-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:21.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fall Letter to Bara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rw-fMXpCDbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5ogU9cyW-U/s1600-h/n501030366_1428151_5450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rw-fMXpCDbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5ogU9cyW-U/s320/n501030366_1428151_5450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120486336196906418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there girlie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if you still visit the 9th planet these days, but figured I'd give it a whirl and drop you a wee 'lil note. A Kiwi friend of mine was in Paris last week and came back with this splendid photo- Made me think of my long lost Bara instantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this letter finds you well and enjoying the beginnings of the summer season as I presume. Its just the beginning of autumn here in NY and of course my favorite time of year in the Big Apple. The crisp cool air does my body good right about now and I'm always transplaced to the start of school up in our good old country bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Seneca Lake and Ithaca a few weekends ago for a myriad of things and it did feel different to be up there with another set of people... Wondering in my mind if our Dolls and the dear old B-Ballers would suddenly spring out from the woodwork.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking it slow the past few months as I've been enjoying my new stomping grounds and working the days away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How goes the Kiwi life, B-rad and your familia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of you often, more than you know, and hope you are in an abyss of radient smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rw-f_npCDcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/10BCoIVXTtE/s1600-h/n501030366_1428152_5764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rw-f_npCDcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/10BCoIVXTtE/s320/n501030366_1428152_5764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120487216665202114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-7886932488478065634?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7886932488478065634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=7886932488478065634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/7886932488478065634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/7886932488478065634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-letter-to-bara.html' title='A Fall Letter to Bara...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rw-fMXpCDbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5ogU9cyW-U/s72-c/n501030366_1428151_5450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-2239139074674983350</id><published>2007-09-17T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:22.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REHAB (aka Seneka Lake Sloppy Seconds Remix)</title><content type='html'>The Video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY TRIED TO MAKE ME GO TO REHAB BUT I SAID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hV0chD6nkw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO-NO-NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Ru8ekKXlVtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0uD1kErcrrs/s1600-h/n164200082_30903128_732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Ru8ekKXlVtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0uD1kErcrrs/s320/n164200082_30903128_732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111337708696196818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-2239139074674983350?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2239139074674983350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=2239139074674983350&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/2239139074674983350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/2239139074674983350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/rehab-aka-seneka-lake-sloppy-seconds.html' title='REHAB (aka Seneka Lake Sloppy Seconds Remix)'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Ru8ekKXlVtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/0uD1kErcrrs/s72-c/n164200082_30903128_732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-8069823348144114521</id><published>2007-09-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:24.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Coming...</title><content type='html'>Fall that is. Right around the corner! I can smell it in the breeze that hits my calm body when I walk down 7th Avenue in the early morning AM. I see it on the sign outside of my neighborhood Starbucks when I read "Pumpkin Spice Latte is BACK!", hear it when I haphazardly crunch a crispy fallen leave under the heal of my shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not to say that I won't miss my summatime days- The warm hazy sunshine kissing my bare shoulders, motors blaring in the distance through the Great South Bay, sand trickling through my toes while lounging at the beach. Even the Lakehouse will be a memory of summer, even though technically we are hitting it up one more time this weekend right on the cusp of the changing seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about fall that leads me to comfort. Something that puts me at ease and brings an intense feeling of well-being to surface. I know its not here yet, but the anticipation has got me in a frenzy. Crazy too, because I feel like this year has gone by in a blink and here I am once again, ready for school with my favorite lunch box and napsack, standing at the end of my driveway and waiting for that big yellow bus to head up the hill of Soundview Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been awful this year with writing. Sad but true. And I won't even promise to get better at it, because I'm not sure if thats where I am right now in Alanna Land. Somethings got me at a stand still lately and while it would probably be in my best interest to spout out more thoughts on the subject, I'm just not sure right now I have it in me to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, here are a few pics of what trouble I've gotten into recently. Still going strong in this unbelievable city of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, no poking of fun of the fact that I hit up a Meatloaf concert last month... it just so happened to be TOTALLY freakin' cool. And I do mean totally... cool... yeah. It was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Hope yall had a summer to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS789ciuaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Cx-4xF0mHh0/s1600-h/MeatLoaf008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS789ciuaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Cx-4xF0mHh0/s320/MeatLoaf008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108414533305809314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meatloaf. Yeah thats right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTAONciujI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ft82XBfX8zs/s1600-h/MeatLoaf017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTAONciujI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ft82XBfX8zs/s320/MeatLoaf017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108419227705063986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS8V9ciubI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MdLELuC71nc/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS8V9ciubI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MdLELuC71nc/s320/of%3D50,590,442-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108414962802538930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo-Dah and I in Battery Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS8jNciucI/AAAAAAAAAD8/te2VHUD7y2E/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS8jNciucI/AAAAAAAAAD8/te2VHUD7y2E/s320/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108415190435805634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Night at Kittichai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTHLtciumI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zgA8Dc6W_C8/s1600-h/n164200082_30844813_5851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTHLtciumI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zgA8Dc6W_C8/s320/n164200082_30844813_5851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108426881336785506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Mikey at Timber Lake Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS9ydciueI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rnCDBQvU27g/s1600-h/n164200082_30875958_3482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS9ydciueI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rnCDBQvU27g/s320/n164200082_30875958_3482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108416551940438498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas Grassy-Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS96NciufI/AAAAAAAAAEU/r64zpdICDBk/s1600-h/n514603659_76727_2974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS96NciufI/AAAAAAAAAEU/r64zpdICDBk/s320/n514603659_76727_2974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108416685084424690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikelita's B-Day at PS1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTEydciulI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WjSv0mizqgQ/s1600-h/JMparty2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTEydciulI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WjSv0mizqgQ/s320/JMparty2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108424248521833042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer's Bday at Peter Lugars in the BK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS-FNciugI/AAAAAAAAAEc/om0AmAX65Ls/s1600-h/n610551700_283869_4032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS-FNciugI/AAAAAAAAAEc/om0AmAX65Ls/s320/n610551700_283869_4032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108416874062985730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with Baby Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS-L9ciuhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vroJxmNH-Fo/s1600-h/n164200082_30871683_9207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS-L9ciuhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vroJxmNH-Fo/s320/n164200082_30871683_9207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108416990027102738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatbaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS-cdciuiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2rEJB617UJ0/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS-cdciuiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2rEJB617UJ0/s320/of%3D50,590,442-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108417273494944290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doo-Dah and I at Ono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTBstciukI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q6IFXdAyZ1w/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuTBstciukI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q6IFXdAyZ1w/s320/of%3D50,590,442-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108420851202701890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Leettle Rowdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What? You don't believe- well, yeah. Your right... This is actually a picture of my John Mayer blow up doll at a make believe birthday party that I put together for him. But it IS really at Peter Lugers Steakhouse. You're still jealous- right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-8069823348144114521?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8069823348144114521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=8069823348144114521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/8069823348144114521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/8069823348144114521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-coming.html' title='Its A Coming...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RuS789ciuaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Cx-4xF0mHh0/s72-c/MeatLoaf008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-5378055862692224465</id><published>2007-08-06T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:25.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend</title><content type='html'>Nothing like taking a mini trip to see my Dolls... These are the times that I miss. Sunshine and palm trees ain't too shabby either ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7v0UCDLI/AAAAAAAAADc/KJnKYL2z8ig/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7v0UCDLI/AAAAAAAAADc/KJnKYL2z8ig/s320/of%3D50,590,442-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095818302308093106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.Roy, A.Joy &amp; Doo-Dah Hit the Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7lUUCDJI/AAAAAAAAADM/uKWKc2NlhG0/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7lUUCDJI/AAAAAAAAADM/uKWKc2NlhG0/s320/of%3D50,590,442-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095818121919466642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takin' a 'lil Fieldtrip... Who knows where? Not us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7f0UCDII/AAAAAAAAADE/1vrOtmRSm8M/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7f0UCDII/AAAAAAAAADE/1vrOtmRSm8M/s320/of%3D50,590,442-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095818027430186114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon Delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7aUUCDHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DP9ZGGiy2ak/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7aUUCDHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DP9ZGGiy2ak/s320/of%3D50,590,442-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095817932940905586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; My Dolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-5378055862692224465?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5378055862692224465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=5378055862692224465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/5378055862692224465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/5378055862692224465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/girls-weekend.html' title='Girls Weekend'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/Rrf7v0UCDLI/AAAAAAAAADc/KJnKYL2z8ig/s72-c/of%3D50,590,442-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-1717361616154189138</id><published>2007-08-03T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:26.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Tiny... Super Cute!</title><content type='html'>So its a small, eansy, teansy shoebox of a studio...But I think it cleans up pretty nice... Whatcha think? Next comes the fun part: Shelving! (oy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNw4UUCDEI/AAAAAAAAACk/oqY2cR_R9Us/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNw4UUCDEI/AAAAAAAAACk/oqY2cR_R9Us/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094539716313877570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNwaEUCDDI/AAAAAAAAACc/syQrETIAOV4/s1600-h/0102020103100104072007072283ab2ec4b18972ab66002241-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNwaEUCDDI/AAAAAAAAACc/syQrETIAOV4/s320/0102020103100104072007072283ab2ec4b18972ab66002241-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094539196622834738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNxGEUCDGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hhZCQynmjOo/s1600-h/IMG_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNxGEUCDGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hhZCQynmjOo/s320/IMG_0446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094539952537078882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNw_kUCDFI/AAAAAAAAACs/tdatkn6gpLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNw_kUCDFI/AAAAAAAAACs/tdatkn6gpLQ/s320/IMG_0448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094539840867929170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-1717361616154189138?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1717361616154189138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=1717361616154189138&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/1717361616154189138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/1717361616154189138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-tiny-super-cute.html' title='Super Tiny... Super Cute!'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RrNw4UUCDEI/AAAAAAAAACk/oqY2cR_R9Us/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-8284845858477345958</id><published>2007-07-27T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:30.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost (Once Again) In the Mix of Summer</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in ages... I know. I am a terrible terrible person and should hand in my blogging priviledges. Things have just seriously been moving. Fast enough to make my head spin these days. I feel like my inner voice is being overpowered by the craziness of the world surrounding me and this outlet I have used for so long to be heard has been abandoned. I need to come back. Book that ticket. Board that flight... to Alanna Land. My home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate... Here are some pics of 'The Easy's' livin' it up on Seneca Lake or some other body of water. Nothing like summer outside the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrL-EUCCyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddn78g2DTc8/s1600-h/n164200082_30698733_9868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrL-EUCCyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddn78g2DTc8/s320/n164200082_30698733_9868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092106595865856802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMMkUCCzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OLIoWqm67-8/s1600-h/n164200082_30698734_9360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMMkUCCzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OLIoWqm67-8/s320/n164200082_30698734_9360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092106844973959986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMbEUCC0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7xFdnluegrI/s1600-h/n164200082_30699036_3177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMbEUCC0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/7xFdnluegrI/s320/n164200082_30699036_3177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092107094082063170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMmEUCC1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/mu65FXj5u-w/s1600-h/n164200082_30698717_2239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMmEUCC1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/mu65FXj5u-w/s320/n164200082_30698717_2239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092107283060624210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMvkUCC2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VrfYYGzEtDM/s1600-h/n164200082_30699037_8157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrMvkUCC2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VrfYYGzEtDM/s320/n164200082_30699037_8157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092107446269381474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrNiEUCC7I/AAAAAAAAABc/_m6o_a4WGJ4/s1600-h/589745440503_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrNiEUCC7I/AAAAAAAAABc/_m6o_a4WGJ4/s320/589745440503_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092108313852775346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrM_0UCC3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/69F0AqKxlPw/s1600-h/n164200082_30706542_5769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrM_0UCC3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/69F0AqKxlPw/s320/n164200082_30706542_5769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092107725442255730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrNJ0UCC4I/AAAAAAAAABE/V-SXlV6oQ2E/s1600-h/386235440503_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrNJ0UCC4I/AAAAAAAAABE/V-SXlV6oQ2E/s320/386235440503_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092107897240947586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrNX0UCC5I/AAAAAAAAABM/ozbDIx_n9Js/s1600-h/457425440503_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrOKkUCDBI/AAAAAAAAACM/atIlVmU-x3E/s320/940185440503_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092109009637477394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrNx0UCC-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/kYTin3lL09E/s1600-h/773682849403_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrNx0UCC-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/kYTin3lL09E/s320/773682849403_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092108584435715042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrN_kUCC_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oOg4ybupv-Y/s1600-h/845833849403_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrN_kUCC_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oOg4ybupv-Y/s320/845833849403_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092108820658916338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-8284845858477345958?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8284845858477345958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=8284845858477345958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/8284845858477345958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/8284845858477345958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-once-again-in-mix-of-summer.html' title='Lost (Once Again) In the Mix of Summer'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/RqrL-EUCCyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ddn78g2DTc8/s72-c/n164200082_30698733_9868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-9155053928766920374</id><published>2007-05-18T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:44:37.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Digs</title><content type='html'>Just a quickie post to inform that I do indeed have myself some newwww digggggs... And its all mine!! More to come with pix and the lastest on my designing-for-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;-space adventures!  xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-9155053928766920374?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9155053928766920374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=9155053928766920374&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/9155053928766920374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/9155053928766920374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-digs.html' title='New Digs'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-117306806712989855</id><published>2007-03-04T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:14:27.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Morning Sunrise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/683065/P1000296%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/143036/P1000296%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved out of my apartment last weekend.. It was a bittersweet moment due to the many happy memories had in my very first nyc apartment which faced the East River and allowed me to watch the sunrise every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hadn't really planned to move out end of the month... But there the new rent sat for us every day... and every day we questioned whether or not we were all prepared to sign up for another year at a much higher rate than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the decision was made... quicker than anyone ever could have predicted. Especially since we were so indecisive for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Dad? I know you probably have things to do the next few days... But would it be too much to ask for you to cancel all your plans for the weekend and come on into the city to move me out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it all went smoothly and I am comfortably laying around at a friend's place in the area scouring Craigslist on a daily basis... But dang will I miss those sunrises...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-117306806712989855?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/117306806712989855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=117306806712989855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/117306806712989855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/117306806712989855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-long-morning-sunrise.html' title='So Long Morning Sunrise...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-117125782485764389</id><published>2007-02-11T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:06:27.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/131684/n164200082_30470818_5488-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/902045/n164200082_30470818_5488-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...You crash a former NSYNC'er's Bday bash at a downtown club after an ambitious round of BYOB Birthday Karaoke swarming with such pop numbers, and then proceed to exclaim how much you dearly are still infatuated with the BACKSTREET BOYS...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get thrown out of the party by his PR Rep, thats what happens. (but of course not without a picture first!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-117125782485764389?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/117125782485764389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=117125782485764389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/117125782485764389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/117125782485764389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-happens-when.html' title='What Happens When...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-117094943024639371</id><published>2007-02-08T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:45:54.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#$%* in a box!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YES-&lt;/span&gt; I was at the JT concert last night at MSG... and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO-&lt;/span&gt; I am no longer ashamed of my love anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what he performed as his encore... Gotta give the playa props:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dmVU08zVpA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-117094943024639371?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/117094943024639371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=117094943024639371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/117094943024639371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/117094943024639371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-box.html' title='#$%* in a box!'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113940288641642999</id><published>2007-02-04T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:04:41.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Celeb Spotting Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soho, NYC = Celebrity Central&lt;br /&gt;Here is a continuous list from my stalkeresque tendencies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/114216/n164200082_30470818_5488-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/53770/n164200082_30470818_5488-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sat 2.11: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey Fatone&lt;/span&gt; formerly of the boy band NSYNC spotted whooping it up for his Birthday extravoganza at the hooka club CUSH on the Lower East Side. He wore a plain white v-neck t, a pair of jeans and a few gold chains around his neck. After a hug and a kiss on the cheek (it was my birthday too) he even smiled nicely for a photo... To bad his PR Rep sucks the big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/71423/vanessa-minnillo-et.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/951580/vanessa-minnillo-et.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fri  2.09: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa Mannillo&lt;/span&gt; seen in the lobby of her Manhattan apartment building. The MTV Veejay wore a long black puff coat and chatted incessantly on her cell phone before hopping in the elevator up to the 21st floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/598417/rthjbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/136705/rthjbd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sat 11.06: Actor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/span&gt; spotted walking through Brass Monkey nightclub in the Meat-packing District around 1am.  After a tight squeeze past the sexy star known for movies like "Van Wilder" and "Amityville Horror", I managed to give a brief Hello and proceed to mention how great and adorable he was. Very humble and and polite, the  juicy boy thanked me and joined a table of older-aged men drinking beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/1109207_96327119cf_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superbowl Sunday 2.5: SNL Actor, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Fallon,&lt;/span&gt; seen yapping on his cell inside the archway of his Gramercy Park apartment building. He stood hunched over with his eyes quickly darting around to assure his safety at the entrance to the large gothicy building. After glancing at him and realizing he was on his cell phone, I continued to walk down the street and quietly spoke into my mobile of the sudden star sighting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 2.1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizzie Grubman...&lt;/span&gt; Gonna Vomit all over her bleached out hair... At Cippriani's for lunch... Go home Lizzie!!! Seen with 4 other conspirators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/JBP297-Mila_Jovovich-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/JBP297-Mila_Jovovich-03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tues 11.8: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mila Jovovich&lt;/span&gt; seen walking down Thompson Street in Soho with her latest "boyfriend/director" in hand. I first noticed paparazzi taking obscure photos of the couple dining at an outdoor restaurant, and as I continued to walk down the street, they stepped right in front of me, leaving only their derriers to view. Paparazzi continued to walk ahead and snap photos of the two with myself in a bright loud sweater in the backdrop. Look for me in the next US Weekly y'all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/luke_wilson.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/luke_wilson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues 11.8: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke Wilson &amp; Uma Thurman&lt;/span&gt; seen on the set of their new movie "Super Ex-Girlfriend" being filmed in Soho, NYC. It was a cool, brisk night with the set lighting 'just right' as the actors stood waiting to finish their scene off the corner of Prince St &amp;amp; Wooster. A large crowd looked on, making it more trying for the professional actors to concentrate on the work at hand. Luke wore a dark suite sharp as nails- Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/-2.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mon 10.31: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roberto Cavalli&lt;/span&gt; seen cavorting outside at Cippriani's Soho today. His entourage stood huddled around him as his driver awaited curbside for his departure. Across the street and inside a building I saw paparazzi with digital cameras in hand, ready to snap up lucrative shots of the famous fashion designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 10.28: Former MTV Veejay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dave Holmes,&lt;/span&gt; seen walking south down West Broadway with tall blonde male friend. He strolled casually, donning a sharp tan plaid three piece suit. I noticed he had a very lovely peaches and cream complexion as I caught his eye, did a double take, and then walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/tyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/tyson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sun 9.18: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tyson Beckford &lt;/span&gt; seen chiling on a bench outside of Ralph Lauren &amp; O.K. Cigars on West Broadway this Sunday evening. He wore dark shades, a black t-shirt and jeans; and sat relaxed, puffing on a sweet smelling cigar which was most likely just purchased from the shop next door. Upon recognition, a few fans asked if he wouldn't mind posing with them in a snapshot. The friendly Jamaican-Oriental Supermodel charmingly obliged, and followed by saying "No problem, enjoy your night." after they thanked him. No, seriously Tyson...THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/about_ralph1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/about_ralph1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fri 9.16: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/span&gt; seen lunching at Cipriani's with family and friends. The group sat at a table on the street and included his wife, daughter &amp; son, as well as two friends who later joined them. His firey red ferarri was parked next to the curb, with many interested on-lookers nearby. He wore large dark sunglasses, a striped shirt, a casual black jacket and jeans. He seemed extremely happy and content with the afternoon's festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 9.14: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizzie.... Grubman...&lt;/span&gt; seen... lunching.... at... Ciprianis... again... Her Denali was parked roadside near her table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/linz%20blonde%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/linz%20blonde%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mon 9.12: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt; seen walking north down West Broadway in Soho with full fledge entourage in toe. The frail and pale celebutant donned a white dress and long blonde hair.  She was followed shortly after by a gaggle of paparazzi carrying cameras galore. As the 'Fully Loaded' groupies began their obnoxious behavior, Lindsay and pals ran swiftly into Reiss, a posh clothing store, and the doors quickly closed behind her. After taking cover for a few minutes, she decided to make a run for it and broke out of the boutique, headed straight for her get-away vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/grubman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/grubman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fri 9.9: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizzie,&lt;/span&gt; I have 3 words for you: NO MORE CIPRIANIS. The yellow submarine was seen yet again lunching at the exclusive restaurant on West Broadway. She chatted intensley with an older man appearing to be a client or possibley one of daddy's friends. She hardly stopped long enough to take a breathe before diving into more babble but was finally detered when a small group of boys walking past her table noticed the famous face and commented just loud enough for her to swing her head around and let out a few hardy laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/leo_dicaprio_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/leo_dicaprio_front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thurs 9.8: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo Dicaprio&lt;/span&gt; found on the set of his new movie "The Departed" on Hick Street in Brooklyn. There are trucks, trailers and huge lighting rigs lining both sides of the street. Leo passes Sq. Egg on the sidewalk and is accompanied by two other people escorting him to his next scene. He appears taller in person than would be expected and is sporting a light brown vintage T as well as some chin pubes. The movie is set to take place in Boston, but apparently the neighborhoody feel of Brooklyn Heights suffices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/screta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/screta2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wed 8.31: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie Gyllenhaal&lt;/span&gt; spotted this morning walking down Spring Street and turning the corner onto Green. She wore cropped jeans and a black shirt and was carrying a bouquette of wild flowers in arm. She glanced at me with that look only a New Yorker could pull off as she continued around the corner and down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/carson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/carson2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tues 8.30: Say it with me people..."REPEAT OFFENDER"... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carson Kressley&lt;/span&gt; spotted once again on West Broadway with the crew of "Queer Eye" having thier morning breakfast buffet and setting up shop for yet ANOTHER posh male make over extravoganza! They camera crew, sidekicks etc. were parked outside the soon to be Illy temporary store and Patricia Fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/home.adam.mesh.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/home.adam.mesh.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wed 8.17: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Mesh a.k.a. "Average Joe",&lt;/span&gt; spotted downstairs in the lobby of his midtown apartment complex. He was dressed in his best gym gear, consisting of sweaty t-shirt, shorts, and sneaks. He was covered in sweat, and looked a bit tired carrying his gym bag. Stares were exchanged for a good 5 seconds with D-Roomie while it was realized that he wasnt someone known from college, but someone seen from TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/LizzieGrubman_150x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/LizzieGrubman_150x200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wed 8.17: Once again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizzie Grubman&lt;/span&gt; seen standing with some friends outside Blue Smoke BBQ &amp; Jazz in midtown Wednesday evening around 730ish. She sported a simple black dress and pin-straight bleach-blonde hair. She chatted it up with her fellow celebutants until they finished they're cigarettes and went back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/carsonkressley_gallery__550x349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/carsonkressley_gallery__550x349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed 8.03: Fashion celebrity, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carson Kressley&lt;/span&gt; , spotted taping a new episode of "Queer Eye For The Straight Guy" at Reiss on W. Bdwy. The whole crew set up shop early morning outside the store on the sidewalk, complete with breakfast buffet, canvas chairs and camera technicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/frederique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/frederique.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tues 8.02: Victoria Secret model, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frederique&lt;/span&gt;, spotted on Prince Street near Olives. She is tall, slim and tan and I hope that I look that naturally beautiful when I'm her age. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clare Danes&lt;/span&gt; is spotted later on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs 7.28: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizzie Grubman&lt;/span&gt; spotted lunching with her entourage at Ciprianis on W. Brdwy. She is giggling and conspiring with one female friend and two men appearing business-like in manner. Upon completion of lunch, she gets up to reveal a stunning brown and pink sun dress with brown espadrilles on feet, along with some serious bottle-blonde locks. She steps into a black, tinted SUV complete with driver. They pull away from the curb and are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/jonathan_antinWeb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/jonathan_antinWeb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wed 7.26: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonathan Antin&lt;/span&gt; spotted walking, hunched over slightly, down Prince St. He is wearing street clothes and looks exceptionally shorter in person. When I approach him to gush about his show, he smiles politely and says "Thank You, Thank you...thats very sweet of you to say." We walk on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puff Daddy (P.Diddy) &amp; Penelope Cruz&lt;/span&gt; spotted interviewing and taking photos outside Ciprianis and nearby sidewalk. They are posing for the Sean John label, which Penelope is the next spokesmodel for. P.Diddy apparently liked her work for Ralph Lauren and has signed her on in a new deal. She carries a few petite pooches under her arms as accessories. The street is lined with huge trailers, vans and luxury cars to make an impressively clean getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/lizzygrubman050228_1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/lizzygrubman050228_1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lizzie Grubman&lt;/span&gt; spotted lunching at Ciprianis, outside at a table. She in the back though, so it is hard to get a full glimpse of her. All I really see is that yellow-mustard colored hair peaking out from under the awning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carson Kressley&lt;/span&gt;, "Fashion Savant", from 'Queer Eye For The Straight Guy', spotted just outside Ralph Lauren on W. Bdwy. He is looking extremely well polished and groomed...quite dapper really. He is attempting to hail a cab as I walk past him in awe of his colorful, country-meets-urban-amazon look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: Some kid from one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WB&lt;/span&gt; specials spotted outside the MAC store on Prince St. He looks a bit scruffy, but I know I know him from somewhere. I think about going up to him to figure out why he is so familiar, and then it hits me that he is from TV. I go into Mac to check my email...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113940288641642999?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113940288641642999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113940288641642999&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113940288641642999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113940288641642999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-celeb-spotting-of-day.html' title='Random Celeb Spotting Of The Day'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-116905563951319917</id><published>2007-01-17T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:58:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London &amp; Dublin '06/'07</title><content type='html'>So I've been busy, really busy... and quite the 'lil tourist these days, hehe... Happy 2007 All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/915986/516440846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/638991/516440846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly &amp; I on New Years Eve, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/481709/826440846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/255122/826440846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Trouble Are We Up To?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/129320/646440846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/502454/646440846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kel's English Cottage in Tewksbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/818117/449785846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/644543/449785846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guiness is Good for You, Dublin Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/119896/435427846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/587848/435427846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toad in the Hole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/481914/289785846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/581331/289785846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro &amp; I at a Pub, Where Else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/413487/398785846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/939944/398785846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple Bar District, Dublin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/209063/699456156405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/80853/699456156405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This One's For You, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/841549/515256156405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/304678/515256156405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The V&amp;A Museum, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/499584/n514831321_13629_6863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/335018/n514831321_13629_6863.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stu &amp; I at the Pitcher &amp; Piano, London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/62504/598785846405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/953890/598785846405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Bike, Temple Bar, Dublin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/786454/530556156405_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/251126/530556156405_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnaby Street, London&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-116905563951319917?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116905563951319917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=116905563951319917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116905563951319917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116905563951319917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2007/01/london-dublin-0607.html' title='London &amp; Dublin &apos;06/&apos;07'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-116489746654677047</id><published>2006-11-30T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T06:39:35.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Jacket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/1600/394043/My%20Morning%20Jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5372/1261/320/131748/My%20Morning%20Jacket.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the name of the band I'm heading to tonight. And incidently, no, I did not even need my morning jacket today, dispite the fact that it's the last day in Novemeber and the holiday season was officially kicked off last night with the tree lighting in Rockefeller. Crazy weather we are having, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm digging the plaid going on in this pic. It's psyching me up for the late 70's/ early 80's prom style music to ensue. I guess that is really the only way I can discribe the sound from this band. Their musical ensemble ranges from slow ballads such as my favorite "Knot Comes Loose", to fast rocker beats like "Off the Record". All the while they do pretty well to maintain a nastalgic, echoey sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, how gosh darn cute is their name?? (I know, I know, straight from the girl's mouth)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-116489746654677047?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116489746654677047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=116489746654677047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116489746654677047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116489746654677047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-morning-jacket.html' title='My Morning Jacket'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-116370510754049652</id><published>2006-11-16T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:27:22.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Shouldn't We All Be Celebrities?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/56499535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/56499535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, why shouldn't we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that only the most cleverist actors and musicians (and reality show contestents) get all the spotlight? I mean, really, if you are stupendiously brilliant at what you do in your career, why shouldn't you be recognized for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we all get that permeating look of envy and wonder when you walk into the room, perplexed at your very existance as a "normal" human being? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! Your five minutes of fame has saturated the camera lense for far longer than anticipated... you are a Star on the Hollywood strip complete with cemment drenched hands and shiny, lightbulb-glimmered pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck... It's the only thing not to be counted on that will get you there. You are but a pawn in the chess game of life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-116370510754049652?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116370510754049652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=116370510754049652&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116370510754049652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116370510754049652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-shouldnt-we-all-be-celebrities.html' title='Why Shouldn&apos;t We All Be Celebrities?'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-116295214815629938</id><published>2006-11-07T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:15:49.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DC4C 4ME - 3!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night I'm seeing Death Cab for Cutie at MSG and I can't wait! My third time seeing them and each time gets a little bigger... a little better. Its been interesting to watch them grow as a band, see their fan base expand and their melodies build into a plethora of emotions, beats, rhythms, poetry. I'll admit that they now have their share of songs listed in the "crowd-pleaser" category, which has probably only helped to heighten their fame. And I can appreciate and even bop along to such songs, but the real deal comes from those personal faves, the ones that make you think of your exact location when you first heard them, allowing you to re-experience the emotions felt upon the notes first registering with your soul. That is what its all about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-116295214815629938?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116295214815629938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=116295214815629938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116295214815629938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116295214815629938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/dc4c-4me-3.html' title='DC4C 4ME - 3!'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-116261138899057427</id><published>2006-11-03T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:56:55.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Attracted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/34thstreet-722380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/34thstreet-722380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an interesting conversation with a new friend, I found myself walking home from Macy's on 34th with an internal dialogue going on in my head. After discussing a series of topics earlier that day with E., we inevitabley made our way back to the juiciest of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex &amp; Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sturred up a variety of thoughts and questions in my head, but my main question to myself was: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that attracts me to the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes me feel those "Za Za Zoos" that we've all heard so famously (from Carrie Bradshaw of course) about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I decided I was going to ponder this if only for myself, as an excersice to come to terms, face reality and look at myself objectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to someone who finds those little ironies in life. Who notices them, those little twists that come to surface that others might ignore or be completely dense to recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to someone who knows who they are, and isn't afraid to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows the formalities of the day, but isn't afraid to break those formalities for an amazing outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to someone who can allow themselves to forget about their insecurities and get lost in time, floating along in a see of possitive energies that speaks to them. Who can also take hold of a moment, appreciating all the wonders of simplicity it holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to someone who knows what they want, and goes after it... Yet is choosey, taking important notice to detail in finding what they are looking for, unafraid of failure at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever really take the time to think about what makes you and another person tick? I feel like I just chalk it up to "chemestry", concluding that there is something about their look and their personality that combines to make an irresitable creature... And maybe that is true too. I know there are traits in someone's personality that I definitely fancy over others, but then again, do you ever wonder how you can have strong relationships with such completely different people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is something else that draws me to another, based on more than just the simplistic answer of "chemistry" or personality... Maybe there are underlying values to be considered... Maybe I just find certain people unique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-116261138899057427?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116261138899057427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=116261138899057427&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116261138899057427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116261138899057427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-attracted.html' title='I&apos;m Attracted...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-116157595346616680</id><published>2006-10-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:19:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn &amp; Pomme Frites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/961739942405_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/961739942405_0_BG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Star, A.Joy &amp; Sarah K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday night, the weekend is behind me, and I cannot wait for slumber. I was a whirlwind of activity the past few days and I must say it is beginning to catch up. But hey, I'm young, I can handle it... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening I attended a most unusual dual book launching at a cool lounge down in SoHo. It was a joint celebration; a friend had recently announced his decision to move to South America upon his completion of a short novel of stories he was publishing, and a good friend of his was also coming out with her new book as well. As bittersweet as it was for everyone to see an amigo leave New York, I will admit that that is not exactly what all his dear friends were thinking about upon entering the red-lighted lounge and picking up a copy of the two books that were to be celebrated... They were thinking more along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How in the hell does our darling friend, Michael, know &lt;a href="http://www.nina.com/"&gt;Nina Hartley&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not familiar with Nina (as I was not when I arrived), I will explain that she is allegedly one of the top great porn stars of our millenium. She's written a variety of books all circling around the subject of sex and the one being celebrated that night was no different: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nina Hartley's Guide to Total Sex&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, it was an evening filled with very interesting conversation and plenty of mingling. Great to catch up with the man of the hour as well, and peek at his new book: &lt;a href="http://ellsberg.com/funny-ass-stories/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny Ass Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent brunching with a herd of friends in the Meatpacking at &lt;a href="http://www.paradounyc.com/"&gt;Paradou&lt;/a&gt; for what has now famously been dubbed "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Champagne Campaign 2006&lt;/span&gt;". I was able to catch up with even more long lost buds while simultaneously witnessing what could quite possibley be the best flavored champange concoctions ever created. And those pomme frites, can't forget the pomme frites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the last cheers was said, and the last song was played on the iPod (which our group did an excellent job of whinning to the waiters until we were permitted to just plug in our own music and raise the roof), we shimmied on back to mine where a full on dance party ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget walking the cobblestone streets with A.Star back to my apartment though, it was a perfect fall day with perfect company. Manhattan really knows what its doing during times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent lounging around having some girl talk, and tooling around the neighborhood with R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't beat autumn in NY. Makes me feel so alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-116157595346616680?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116157595346616680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=116157595346616680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116157595346616680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116157595346616680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/porn-pomme-frites.html' title='Porn &amp; Pomme Frites'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-116105854659032016</id><published>2006-10-16T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:15:47.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/pinksunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/pinksunset.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A supersticious, anti-sacred day in history said to be unlucky and ill-fated among the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On it's eve, I found myself attending a holy matrimony of two star-crossed lovers set to meet their faitful destiny, their lives agape before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below a canapy of pinks and violets, among blood-lines and cohorts, surrounded by green pastures and harvest moons, the pageant was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sunset 'til civil twilight the entangled duo tempted their fait and challenged the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They valiantly traced the jagged profile of superstition until it decintigrated into the creamy ripplelessness of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their intrepid spirit lead their flaming torch. And as the mist of their fidelity showered over the night, I was baithed in the sweet redemption of their restored purity and virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Audacibus annue coeptis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-116105854659032016?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/116105854659032016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=116105854659032016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116105854659032016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/116105854659032016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115988609609799529</id><published>2006-10-03T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T07:37:15.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Through A Window</title><content type='html'>It has been a terrible chore to get myself to write lately. I don't know if it is because I feel that I'm becoming more boring by the minute these days, or just that my life is... (slightly pesemistic today, eh?) Anyway it is another cool Tuesday here in Manhattan and after watching the WB11 (now CW11) and making my morning stroll with D-Roomie to the office, here I sit in front of my white imac typing away with breaks to glance out the window and keep an eagle eye on the construction they are doing across the street on our narrow midtown block which faces the Public Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting psyched for later... Amy Milan from The Stars is playing at Joe's Pub and I've got a nice batch of friendsters lined up to accompany. My Bro should be coming in too which will even further sweeten the pot, as these times with him are now cherrished more than our childhood could ever have predicted. I've never been to Joe's Pub but I hear its quite a venue: old-school Jazz hall with a modern flair... Sign me up any day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny green-tinted reading lights sit on every dark oak table, while jazz junkies comfortably sip bourbon or Maker's on the rocks in a tumbler. The stage is quaint and a single spotlight hits the performer who sits on her stool in a slinky rayon dress (off her shoulders). She carefully toys with a chrome microphone propped up on a stand in front of her. As melody fills the air at the hit of her first single note, chills interupt my warm body and I close my eyes in a sea of soaring vibrations that engulf my existance at that very moment... Time stands still and I feel that there is no lonliness or consequences or worries for tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115988609609799529?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115988609609799529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115988609609799529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115988609609799529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115988609609799529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/10/looking-through-window.html' title='Looking Through A Window'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115907310446536528</id><published>2006-09-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:30:59.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer Continuum 9.13 NY</title><content type='html'>He was fantastic. And after re-discovering that M.Kel and I can drop elbows like pros, we scored a pretty sweet location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/8o8yn4"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to see what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;New Album Faves: Stop this Train, In Repair, The Heart of Life, I Don't Trust Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/view-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/view-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/view-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/view-2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/view-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/view-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115907310446536528?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115907310446536528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115907310446536528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115907310446536528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115907310446536528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/john-mayer-continuum-913-ny.html' title='John Mayer Continuum 9.13 NY'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115814847481647894</id><published>2006-09-13T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T06:28:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Obsession Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/john_mayer%2C0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/john_mayer%2C0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So not only did John Mayer's new album, "Continuum" drop yesterday, but he is also performing a mega hot number tonight at Webster Hall! I know, I know, when you hear the words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"John Mayer"&lt;/span&gt; you don't exactly think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mega hot"&lt;/span&gt;... But this time I think it might be different. I've already sampled a few of Johnny Boy's new songs and I must say, the dude has it goin' on... things are heating up... he's dropping some sexy beats. Yeah, thats right... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm super excited for tonight. I've never been to Webster Hall but its got to be better than trying to locate a peanut on stage at Jones Beach from the nose bleed section up in the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnmayer.com/index.cfm"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt; bringing sexyback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115814847481647894?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115814847481647894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115814847481647894&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115814847481647894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115814847481647894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/obsession-continues.html' title='The Obsession Continues'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115803545183328332</id><published>2006-09-11T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:48:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Remember...</title><content type='html'>5 years ago I was in a mini van on route 16 with a bunch of other designer wanna-bes, on our way to scope out the (at the time) new Corning Museum of Glass for research and inspiration in Western New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were no where near NYC or the events that occured that day, but as foreshadowing unbeknownst to all of us at the time, our box on 4-wheels promptly broke down with a flat tire around 8-something that morning. Only when we pulled over to the side of the road to figure out our mess, did we turn on the radio to suddenly be bombarded with one that was catastrophic beyond conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Trade Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gordon McCannel Aamoth, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Rose Abad, 49, Syosset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edelmiro (Ed) Abad, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Anthony Abate, 37, Melville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Abate, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laurence Christopher Abel, 37&lt;br /&gt;William F. Abrahamson, 58, Cortland Manor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Anthony Aceto, 42, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Erica Van Acker, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Heinrich B. Ackermann, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Andrew Acquaviva, 29, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Donald L. Adams, 28, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon Lewis Adams, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Adams, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Adams, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ignatius Adanga, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christy A. Addamo, 28, New Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Terence E. Adderley, 22, Bloomfield Hills, Mich.&lt;br /&gt;Sophia B. Addo, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Adler, 48, Springfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Thomas Afflitto, 32, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel Afuakwah, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alok Agarwal, 36, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mukul Agarwala, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Agnello, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Scott Agnes, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joao A. Aguiar Jr., 30, Red Bank, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Brian G. Ahearn, 43, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah J. Ahern, 74, Cliffside Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Ahladiotis, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Shabbir Ahmed, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Terrance Andre Aiken, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Godwin Ajala, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude M. Alagero, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Alameno, 37, Westfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Ann (Peggy) Jezycki Alario, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Albero, 39, Emerson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jon L. Albert, 46, Upper Nyack, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Craig Alderman, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jacquelyn Delaine Aldridge, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Grace Alegre-Cua, 40, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David D. Alger, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Alikakos, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward L. Allegretto, 51, Colonia, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Allen, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Ryan Allen, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Lanard Allen, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dennis Allen, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Edward Allingham, 36, River Edge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Janet M. Alonso, 41, Stony Point, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Alvarado, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Javier Alvarez, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Telmo Alvear, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cesar A. Alviar, 60, Bloomfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Tariq Amanullah, 40, Metuchen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Angelo Amaranto, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Amato, 43, Ronkonkoma, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Amatuccio, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Charles Amoroso, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kazuhiro Anai, 42, Scarsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Calixto Anaya, 35, Suffern, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Octavio Santos Anaya, 25, Aguascalientes, Aguascalientes, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Peter Anchundia, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kermit Charles Anderson, 57, Green Brook, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Yvette Anderson, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Andreacchio, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Rourke Andrews, 34, Belle Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jean A. Andrucki, 42, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Siew-Nya Ang, 37, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Angelini, 38, Lindenhurst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Angelini, 63, Lindenhurst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laura Angilletta, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Doreen J. Angrisani, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine D. Antigua, 32, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Paul Apollo, 26, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Faustino Apostol, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank Thomas Aquilino, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Michael Aranyos, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Gregory Arce, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael G. Arczynski, 45, Little Silver, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Louis Arena, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adam Arias, 37, Staten Island, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. Armstrong, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Charles Aron, 52, Bergenfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Aron, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Avery Aronow, 48, Mahwah, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Japhet J. Aryee, 49, Spring Valley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Asaro, 39, Middletown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael A. Asciak, 47, Ridgefield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Edward Asher, 53, Monroe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Janice Ashley, 25, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas J. Ashton, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel O. Asitimbay, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Gregg Arthur Atlas, 45, Howells, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerald Atwood, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Audiffred, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth W. Van Auken, 47, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Louis F. Aversano, Jr, 58, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ezra Aviles, 41, Commack, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ayodeji Awe, 42, New York, N.Y&lt;br /&gt;Samuel (Sandy) Ayala, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Arlene T. Babakitis, 47, Secaucus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eustace (Rudy) Bacchus, 48, Metuchen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John James Badagliacca, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jane Ellen Baeszler, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Baierwalter, 44, Albertson, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew J. Bailey, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brett T. Bailey, 28, Bricktown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Tatyana Bakalinskaya, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael S. Baksh, 36, Englewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Balkcom, 43, White Plains, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Andrew Bane, 33, Yardley, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Bantis, 44, Chicago, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Jean Baptiste, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Walter Baran, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard A. Barbara, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul V. Barbaro, 35, Holmdel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James W. Barbella, 53, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Kyrillos Fairbanks Barbosa, 30, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Daniel Barbosa, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Ann Barkow, 26, East Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David Michael Barkway, 34, Toronto, Ontario, Canada&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Barnes, 37, Monroe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Patricia Barnes, 55, Bay Shore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Evan J. Baron, 38, Bridgewater, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Renee Barrett-Arjune, 41, Irvington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Arthur T. Barry, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Diane G. Barry, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Vincent Barry, 49, Rutherford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Scott D. Bart, 28, Malverne, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carlton W. Bartels, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Guy Barzvi, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Inna Basina, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alysia Basmajian, 23, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth William Basnicki, 48, Etobicoke, Ontario, Canada&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Steven J. Bates, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul James Battaglia, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;W. David Bauer, 45, Rumson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ivhan Luis Carpio Bautista, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marlyn C. Bautista, 46, Iselin, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper Baxter, 45, Philadelphia, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Michele (Du Berry) Beale, 37, Essex, Britain&lt;br /&gt;Paul F. Beatini, 40, Park Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jane S. Beatty, 53, Belford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Larry I. Beck, 38, Baldwin, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manette Marie Beckles, 43, Rahway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Carl John Bedigian, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Beekman, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Behr, 41, Milford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Yelena Belilovsky, 38, Mamaroneck, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nina Patrice Bell, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Della Bella, 59, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie S. Bellows, 30, East Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Elliot Belson, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Michael Benedetti, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Denise Lenore Benedetto, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Craig Bennett, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Duncan Bennett, 29, London, England&lt;br /&gt;Eric L. Bennett, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret L. Benson, 52, Rockaway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Dominick J. Berardi, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Patrick Berger, 44, Lower Makefield, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Howard Berger, 45, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John P. Bergin, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Bergsohn, 48, Baldwin Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel D. Bergstein, 38, Teaneck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. Berkeley, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donna Bernaerts-Kearns, 44, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David W. Bernard, 57, Chelmsford, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;William Bernstein, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David M. Berray, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David S. Berry, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph J. Berry, 55, Saddle River, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Reed Bethke, 36, Hamilton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy D. Betterly, 42, Little Silver, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward F. Beyea, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Michael Beyer, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anil T. Bharvaney, 41, East Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Bella Bhukhan, 24, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Shimmy D. Biegeleisen, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Alexander Bielfeld, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Biggart, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Bilcher, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Vincent Bini, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Bird, 51, Tempe, Ariz.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua David Birnbaum, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;George Bishop, 52, Granite Springs, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey D. Bittner, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Balewa Albert Blackman, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Joseph Blackwell, 42, Patterson, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan L. Blair, 35, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Blanding, 38, Blakeslee, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Janice L. Blaney, 55, Williston Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Craig Michael Blass, 27, Greenlawn, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rita Blau, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard M. Blood, 38, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael A. Boccardi, 30, Bronxville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Paul Bocchi, 38, New Vernon, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. Bocchino, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Mary Bochino, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Douglas (Chappy) Boehm, 49, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Katherine Boffa, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas A. Bogdan, 34, Browns Mills, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Darren C. Bohan, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Francis Boisseau, 36, Freehold, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent M. Boland, 25, Ringwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alan Bondarenko, 53, Flemington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Andre Bonheur, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Colin Arthur Bonnett, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank Bonomo, 42, Port Jefferson, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne L. Bonomo, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Booker, 35, Irvington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sherry Ann Bordeaux, 38, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Krystine C. Bordenabe, 33, Old Bridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Boryczewski, 29, Parsippany, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard E. Bosco, 34, Suffern, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Howard Boulton, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Bourdier, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas H. Bowden, 36, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly S. Bowers, 31, Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Veronique (Bonnie) Nicole Bowers, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Larry Bowman, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Edward Bowman, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin L. Bowser, 45, Philadelphia, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Gary R. Box, 37, North Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gennady Boyarsky, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Boyce, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Boyle, 37, Westbury, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Braca, 54, Leonardo, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Conaty Brace, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin H. Bracken, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Brian Brady, 41, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Braginsky, 38, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas W. Brandemarti, 21, Mantua, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Renee Bratton, 23, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice Braut, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Estelle Bravo, 50, Dunellen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Michael Breitweiser, 39, Middletown Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward A. Brennan, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank H. Brennan, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Emmett Brennan, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Brennan, 30, Ronkonkoma, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas M. Brennan, 32, Scarsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Daniel Brethel, 43, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary L. Bright, 36, Union City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Eric Briley, 43, Mount Vernon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark A. Brisman, 34, Armonk, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Gary Bristow, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Alvarez Brito, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Francis Broderick, 42, Old Bridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Herman C. Broghammer, 58, North Merrick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Keith Broomfield, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Janice J. Brown, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd Brown, 28, Bronxville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Patrick J. Brown, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bettina Browne, 49, Atlantic Beach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Bruce, 40, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Bruehert, 38, Westbury, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Brunn, 28&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Vincent Brunton, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Paul Bucca, 47, Tuckahoe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon J. Buchanan, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Greg Joseph Buck, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Buckley, 38, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Bueche, 43, Hicksville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Joseph Buhse, 36, Lincroft, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John E. Bulaga, 35, Paterson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Bunin, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Daniel Burke, 38, Bedford Hills, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. William F. Burke, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew J. Burke, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald James Burns, 61, Nissequogue, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen A. Burns, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Keith James Burns, 39, East Rutherford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Patrick Burnside, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Irina Buslo, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Milton Bustillo, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas M. Butler, 37, Kings Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Byrne, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy G. Byrne, 36, Manhattan, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Cabezas, 66, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lillian Caceres, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Joseph Cachia, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Cafiero, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard M. Caggiano, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cecile M. Caguicla, 55, Boonton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael John Cahill, 37, East Williston, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott W. Cahill, 30, West Caldwell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas J. Cahill, 36, Franklin Lakes, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;George Cain, 35, Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore B. Calabro, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Calandrillo, 49, Hawley, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Philip V. Calcagno, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Calderon, 44, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Marcus Caldwell, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dominick E. Calia, 40, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Felix (Bobby) Calixte, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Frank Callahan, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Liam Callahan, 44, Rockaway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Luigi Calvi, 34, East Rutherford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Roko Camaj, 60, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Cammarata, 22, Huguenot, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Otey Campbell, 51, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Thomas Campbell, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Patricia Campbell, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jill Marie Campbell, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Arthur Campbell, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ortega Campos, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Canavan, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John A. Candela, 42, Glen Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Cangelosi, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen J. Cangialosi, 40, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa B. Cannava, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Cannizzaro, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael R. Canty, 30, Schenectady, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Louis A. Caporicci, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan N. Cappello, 23, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Christopher Cappers, 33, Wading River, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard M. Caproni, 34, Lynbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Cardona, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis M Carey, 51, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Carlino, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Scott Carlo, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David G. Carlone, 46, Randolph, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Rosemarie C. Carlson, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Stephen Carney, 41, Rahway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Ann Carpeneto, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Acevedo Carranza, Teziutlan, Puebla, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy M. Carrington, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael T. Carroll, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Carroll, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James J. Carson, 32, Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Marcel Cartier, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian Casalduc, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Casazza, 38, Colts Neck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Cascio, 23, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Hunt Casey, 43, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Margarito Casillas, 54, Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Anthony Casoria, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Otto Caspar, 57, Eatontown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Castano, 35, Englewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Arcelia Castillo, 49, Elizabeth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Leonard M. Castrianno, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Ramon Castro, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard G. Catarelli, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Sean Caton, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Caufield, 48, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Teresa Caulfield, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Judson Cavalier, 26, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Cawley, 32, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jason D. Cayne, 32, Morganville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Armando Ceballos, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marcia G. Cecil-Carter, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Cefalu, 30, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas J. Celic, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ana M. Centeno, 38, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joni Cesta, 37, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey M. Chairnoff, 35, West Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Swarna Chalasani, 33, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Chalcoff, 41, Roslyn, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eli Chalouh, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Lawrence (Chip) Chan, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Chang, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark L. Charette, 38, Millburn, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregorio Manuel Chavez, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jayceryll M. de Chavez, 24, Carteret, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Francisco Checo, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas MacMillan Cherry, 38, Maplewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Patrick Cherry, 41, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Vernon Paul Cherry, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nestor Chevalier, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Swede Joseph Chevalier, 26, Locust, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander H. Chiang, 51, New City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy J. Chiarchiaro, 61, Glenwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Luis Alfonso Chimbo, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Chin, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wing Wai (Eddie) Ching, 29, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas P. Chiofalo, 39, Selden, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Chipura, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter A. Chirchirillo, 47, Langhorne, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine E. Chirls, 47, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kyung (Kaccy) Cho, 30, Clifton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Abul K. Chowdhury, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed Salahuddin Chowdhury, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten L. Christophe, 39, Maplewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Chu, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Paul Chucknick, 44, Cliffwood Beach, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Wai-ching Chung, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Ciafardini, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alex F. Ciccone, 38, New Rochelle, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frances Ann Cilente, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Cillo, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edna Cintron, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nestor Andre Cintron, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Robert Dominick Cirri, 39, Nutley, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Pablo Alvarez Cisneros, 23, Weehawken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Alan Clark, 40, Teaneck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mannie Leroy Clark, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas R. Clark, 37, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Clark, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Keefe Clark, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Robert Clarke, 34, Philadelphia, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Donna Clarke, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Clarke, 27, Prince's Bay, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Suria R.E. Clarke, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Francis Cleary, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James D. Cleere, 55, Newton, Iowa&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey W. Cloud, 36, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Susan M. Clyne, 42, Lindenhurst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Coakley, 36, Deer Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Coale, 31, Souderton, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia A. Cody, 46, Brigantine, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Michael Coffey, 54, Newburgh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Matthew Coffey, 25, Newburgh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Florence Cohen, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Sanford Cohen, 28, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Joseph Coladonato, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark J. Colaio, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen J. Colaio, 32, Montauk, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher M. Colasanti, 33, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michel Paris Colbert, 39, West New York, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Nathaniel Colbert, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Keith Eugene Coleman, 34, Warren, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Thomas Coleman, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tarel Coleman, 32&lt;br /&gt;Liam Joseph Colhoun, 34, Flushing,, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert D. Colin, 49, West Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Coll, 35, Glen Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jean Marie Collin, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Michael Collins, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. Collins, 38, Montclair, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas J. Collins, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Collison, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Malia Colodner, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Linda M. Colon, 46, Perrineville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Soledi Colon, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Comer, 56, Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jaime Concepcion, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Albert Conde, 62, Englishtown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Denease Conley, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Clancy Conlon, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Mary Conner, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John E. Connolly, 46, Allenwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia L. Connolly, 40, Metuchen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James Lee Connor, 38, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan (J.C.) Connors, 55, Old Brookville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin P. Connors, 55, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Francis Conroy, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda E. Conway, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Michael Cook, 33, Colts Neck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Helen D. Cook, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John A. Cooper, 40, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph J. Coppo, 47, New Canaan, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard J. Coppola, 46, New Providence, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Albert Corbett, 28, Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Cordero, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Cordice, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ruben D. Correa, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Danny A. Correa-Gutierrez, 25, Fairview, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James Corrigan, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Cortes, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin M. Cosgrove, 46, West Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dolores Marie Costa, 53, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Digna Alexandra Rivera Costanza, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Gregory Costello, 46, Old Bridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael S. Costello, 27, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Conrod K.H. Cottoy, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Coughlan, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. John Gerard Coughlin, 43, Pomona, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy John Coughlin, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James E. Cove, 48, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andre Cox, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick John Cox, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Raymond Coyle, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Coyle-Eulau, 38, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anne M. Cramer, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Seton Cramer, 34, Manahawkin, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Denise Crant, 46, Hackensack, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert James Crawford, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James L. Crawford, 33, Madison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Mary Cregan, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lucia Crifasi, 51, Glendale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. John Crisci, 48, Holbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Hal Crisman, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis A. Cross, 60, Islip Terrace, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Helen Crossin-Kittle, 34, Larchmont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Raymond Crotty, 43, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas G. Crotty, 42, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Crowe, 57, Rutherford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Welles Remy Crowther, 24, Upper Nyack, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert L. Cruikshank, 64, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Cruz, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Robert Cruz, 32, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth John Cubas, 48, Woodstock, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Joseph Cudina, 46, Glen Gardner, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Neil James Cudmore, 38, Port Washington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Patrick Cullen, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joan McConnell Cullinan, 47, Scarsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Cummings, 65&lt;br /&gt;Brian Thomas Cummins, 38, Manasquan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nilton Albuquerque Fernao Cunha, 41&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Cunningham, 39, Princeton Junction, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Curatolo, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laurence Curia, 41, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Dario Curioli, 53, Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Curry, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Michael Curtin, 45, Medford, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gavin Cushny, 47, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb Arron Dack, 39, Montclair, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos S. DaCosta, 41, Elizabeth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John D'Allara, 47, Pearl River, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent D'Amadeo, 36, East Patchoque, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas A. Damaskinos, 33, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jack L. D'Ambrosi, 45, Woodcliff Lake, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeannine Marie Damiani-Jones, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick W. Danahy, 35, Yorktown Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nana Kwuku Danso, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary D'Antonio, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent G. Danz, 38, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dwight Donald Darcy, 55, Bronxville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Ann Darling, 28, Newark, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Annette Andrea Dataram, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Edward Alexander D'Atri, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael D. D'Auria, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Davidson, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Allen Davidson, 27, Westfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Matthew Davidson, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Titus Davidson, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Niurka Davila, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Clinton Davis, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Terrial Davis, 29, Fort Meade, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Dawson, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Richard Dawson, 32, Southampton, Hampshire, England&lt;br /&gt;Edward James Day, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Emerita (Emy) De La Pena, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Louise De Vere, 30, London, England&lt;br /&gt;William T. Dean, 35, Floral Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. DeAngelis, 48, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas P. Deangelis, 51, Westbury, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tara Debek, 35, Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anna Debin, 30, East Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James V. DeBlase, 45, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul DeCola, 39, Ridgewood, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Simon Dedvukaj, 26, Mohegan Lake, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Christopher DeFazio, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David A. Defeo, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer DeJesus, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Monique E. DeJesus, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nereida DeJesus, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald A. Delapenha, 37, Allendale, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vito Joseph Deleo, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Delie, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Ann Deloughery, 41, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francis (Frank) Albert DeMartini, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Demas, 61, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martin DeMeo, 47, Farmingville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francis X. Deming, 47, Franklin Lakes, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Carol K. Demitz, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Dennis, 43, Peapack, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas F. Dennis, 43, Setauket, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jean C. DePalma, 42, Newfoundland, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Nicolas Depena, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Deraney, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael DeRienzo, 37, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David Paul Derubbio, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jemal Legesse DeSantis, 28, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christian L. DeSimone, 23, Ringwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward DeSimone, 36, Atlantic Highlands, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Andrew Desperito, 44, Patchogue, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jude D'Esposito, 32, Morganville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Ann Deuel, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry DeVito, 66, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert P. Devitt, 36, Plainsboro, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Lawrence Devlin, 51, Washingtonville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Dewan, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Simon Suleman Ali Kassamali Dhanani, 62, Hartsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. DiAgostino, 41, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Diaz, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Diaz, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Obdulio Ruiz Diaz, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lourdes Galletti Diaz, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Diaz-Piedra, 49&lt;br /&gt;Judith Belguese Diaz-Sierra, 32, Bay Shore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia F. DiChiaro, 63, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Dermot Dickey, 50, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Patrick Dickinson, 35, Morganville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael David Diehl, 48, Brick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John DiFato, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent F. DiFazio, 43, Hampton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Carl DiFranco, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald J. DiFranco, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Debra Ann DiMartino, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen P. Dimino, 48, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William J. Dimmling, 47, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Dincuff, 31, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey M. Dingle, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony DiOnisio, 38, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;George DiPasquale, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph DiPilato, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Frank DiStefano, 24, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ramzi A. Doany, 35, Bayonne, N.J., Jordanian&lt;br /&gt;John J. Doherty, 58, Hartsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa C. Doi, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Dolan, 37, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Neil Dollard, 28, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James Joseph Domanico, 56, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Benilda Pascua Domingo, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles (Carlos) Dominguez, 34, East Meadow, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Geronimo (Jerome) Mark Patrick Dominguez, 37, Holtsville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Kevin W. Donnelly, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline Donovan, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Dorf, 39, New Milford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Dowd, 37, Monroe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Kevin Christopher Dowdell, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Yolanda Dowling, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Raymond M. Downey, 63, Deer Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph M. Doyle, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank Joseph Doyle, 39, Englewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Randy Drake, 37, Lee's Summit, Mo.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Patrick Driscoll, 38, Lake Carmel, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mirna A. Duarte, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Luke A. Dudek, 50, Livingston, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Michael Duffy, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Duffy, 53, Manorville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Duffy, 29, Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas W. Duffy, 52, Pittsford, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Antoinette Duger, 44, Belleville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Sayegh Duggan, 34&lt;br /&gt;Sareve Dukat, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Joseph Dunne, 28, Mineola, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard A. Dunstan, 54, New Providence, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Thomas Dwyer, 37, Nissequogue, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Anthony Eacobacci, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Bruce Eagleson, 53, Middlefield, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Robert D. Eaton, 37, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dean P. Eberling, 44, Cranford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Ruth Echtermann, 33, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Robert Eckna, 28, West New York, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Constantine (Gus) Economos, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Michael Edwards, 35, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Hardy Edwards, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Egan, 31, Cliffside Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Martin Egan, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Egan, 51, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christine Egan, 55, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Egan, 24, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Carole Eggert, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Caren Weinstein Ehrlich, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Ernst (Jack) Eichler, 69, Cedar Grove, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Adam Eisenberg, 32, Commack, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne F. Elder, 36, Newark, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. Elferis, 27, College Point, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark J. Ellis, 26, South Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie Silver Ellis, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Albert Alfy William Elmarry, 30, North Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edgar H. Emery, 45, Clifton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Doris Suk-Yuen Eng, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher S. Epps, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ulf Ramm Ericson, 79, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Erwin L. Erker, 41, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William J. Erwin, 30, Verona, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah (Ali) Escarcega, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Espinal, 31&lt;br /&gt;Fanny M. Espinoza, 29, Teaneck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francis Esposito, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Michael Esposito, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Esposito, 51, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brigette Ann Esposito, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Esquilin, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Ette, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara G. Etzold, 43, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Brian Evans, 31, Weehawken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Edward Evans, 36, Franklin Square, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Meredith Emily June Ewart, 29, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine K. Fagan, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia M. Fagan, 55, Toms River, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Keith G. Fairben, 24, Floral Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Fallon, 38, Coram, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William F. Fallon, 53, Rocky Hill, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony J. Fallone, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dolores B. Fanelli, 38, Farmingville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Joseph Fanning, 54, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen (Kit) Faragher, 33, Denver, Colo.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Thomas Farino, 37, Bohemia, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Carole Farley, 45, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Ann (Betty) Farmer, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Farnum, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John W. Farrell, 41, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Terrence Patrick Farrell, 45, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John G. Farrell, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Joseph Farrelly, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas P. Farrelly, 54, East Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Syed Abdul Fatha, 54, Newark, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Faughnan, 37, South Orange, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy R. Faulkner, 47, Mason, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Shannon M. Fava, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard D. Favuzza, 52, Suffern, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Fazio, 41, Freeport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald C. Fazio, 57, Closter, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Feehan, 72, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francis J. (Frank) Feely, 41, Middletown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Garth E. Feeney, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sean B. Fegan, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lee S. Fehling, 28, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Feidelberg, 34, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alan D. Feinberg, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Maria Feliciano, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward T. Fergus, 40, Wilton, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;George Ferguson, 54, Teaneck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Henry Fernandez, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Judy H. Fernandez, 27, Parlin, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Manuel Contreras Fernandez, El Aguacate, Jalisco, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Elisa Giselle Ferraina, 27, London, England&lt;br /&gt;Anne Marie Sallerin Ferreira, 29, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert John Ferris, 63, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Francis Ferrugio, 46, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Louis V. Fersini, 38, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael David Ferugio, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bradley James Fetchet, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Louise Fialko, 29, Teaneck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Fiedel, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Fields, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Bradley Finnegan, 37, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy J. Finnerty, 33, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Curtis Fiore, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen J. Fiorelli, 43, Aberdeen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul M. Fiori, 31, Yorktown Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Fiorito, 40, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. John R. Fischer, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Fisher, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas J. Fisher, 36, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Bennett Lawson Fisher, 58, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;John Roger Fisher, 46, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Fishman, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan D. Fitzgerald, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Fitzpatrick, 35, Tuckahoe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard P. Fitzsimons, 57, Lynbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore A. Fiumefreddo, 47, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christina Donovan Flannery, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Flecha, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andre G. Fletcher, 37, North Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Flickinger, 38, Conyers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Joseph Florio, 33, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph W. Flounders, 46, East Stroudsburg, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;David Fodor, 38, Garrison, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Michael N. Fodor, 53, Warwick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Mark Fogel, 40, Westfield, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Foley, 32, West Nyack, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Fontana, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Chih Min (Dennis) Foo, 40, Holmdel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Del Rose Forbes-Cheatham, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Godwin Forde, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald A. Foreman, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Hugh Forsythe, 44, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Alicia Martinez Foster, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Noel J. Foster, 40, Bridgewater, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Fosteris, 58, Coram, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Foti, 42, Albertson, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey L. Fox, 40, Cranbury, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Fox, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Virgin (Lucy) Francis, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline Francis, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joan Francis&lt;br /&gt;Gary J. Frank, 35, South Amboy, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Morton Frank, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Christopher Frank, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard K. Fraser, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Joseph Frawley, 34, Bronxville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Clyde Frazier, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lillian I. Frederick, 46, Teaneck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Fredericks, 40, Suffern, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tamitha Freemen, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brett O. Freiman, 29, Roslyn, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Peter L. Freund, 45, Westtown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Arlene E. Fried, 49, Roslyn Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alan Wayne Friedlander, 52, Yorktown Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew K. Friedman, 44, Woodbury, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gregg J. Froehner, 46, Chester, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Christian Fry, 36, Wilton, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Clement Fumando, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Elliot Furman, 40, Wesley Hills, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul James Furmato, 37, Colts Neck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Fredric Gabler, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard S. Gabrielle, 50, West Haven, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;James Andrew Gadiel, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Gaff, 51, Robinsville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ervin Vincent Gailliard, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Deanna L. Galante, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Grace Galante, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Edward Gallagher, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel James Gallagher, 23, Red Bank, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Patrick Gallagher, 31, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cono E. Gallo, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincenzo Gallucci, 36, Monroe Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edward Galvin, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Giovanna (Genni) Gambale, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Gambino, 48, Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Giann F. Gamboa, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter J. Ganci, 55, North Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Claude Michael Gann, 41, Roswell, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Charles William Garbarini, 44, Pleasantville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cesar Garcia, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Garcia, 40, Freeport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luis Morron Garcia, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Garcia, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marlyn C. Garcia, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Gardner, 36, Darien, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas B. Gardner, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harvey J. Gardner, 35, Lakewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas A. Gardner, 39, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey B. Gardner, 36, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Arthur Gardner, 45, Lynbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francesco Garfi, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rocco Gargano, 28, Bayside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James M. Gartenberg, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew David Garvey, 37&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Gary, 51, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Palmina Delli Gatti, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Boyd A. Gatton, 38, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Donald Richard Gavagan, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Terence D. Gazzani, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Geidel, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Hamilton Geier, 36, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Julie M. Geis, 44, Lees Summit, Mo.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Gelinas, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Paul Geller, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Howard G. Gelling, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Victor Genco, 36, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Gregory Genovese, 37, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alayne F. Gentul, 44, Mountain Lakes, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward F. Geraghty, 45, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Geraty, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Gerhardt, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Gerlich, 56, Monroe, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Denis P. Germain, 33, Tuxedo Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marina R. Gertsberg, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan M. Getzendanner, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Gerard Geyer, 41, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph M. Giaccone, 43, Monroe, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Vincent Francis Giammona, 40, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Debra L. Gibbon, 43, Hackettstown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James A. Giberson, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Craig Neil Gibson, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Gies, 43, Merrick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laura A. Giglio, 35, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Clive Gilbert, 39, Califon, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Paul Gilbert, 35, Lebanon, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Stuart Gilbey, 39, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul John Gill, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Y. Gilles, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Evan H. Gillette, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Gilligan, 43, Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Rodney C. Gillis, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laura Gilly, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. John F. Ginley, 37, Warwick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Giordano, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Giordano, 46, Newburgh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donna Marie Giordano, 44, Parlin, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Steven A. Giorgetti, 43, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Giovinazzo, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kum-Kum Girolamo, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore Gitto, 44, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Giugliano, 46, Nesconset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mon Gjonbalaj, 65, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Gladstone, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Keith Alexander Glascoe, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas I. Glasser, 40, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Glenn, 38, Piscataway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Barry H. Glick, 55, Wayne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Lawrence Glick, 42, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;John T. Gnazzo, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William (Bill) Robert Godshalk, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Gogliormella, 43, New Providence, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Fredric Goldberg, 26, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Grant Goldflam, 48, Melville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Herman Goldstein, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Monica Goldstein, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Goldstein, 35, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew H. Golkin, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis James Gomes, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Antonio Gomez, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Bienvenido Gomez, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Gomez, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wilder Gomez, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jenine Gonzalez, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joel Guevara Gonzalez, 23, Aguascalientes, Aguascalientes, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Rosa J. Gonzalez, 32, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mauricio Gonzalez, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Calvin J. Gooding, 38, Riverside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Goody, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kiran Reddy Gopu, 24, Bridgeport, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Carmen Gorayeb, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kerene Gordon, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian Gorki, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas E. Gorman, 41, Middlesex, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kieran Gorman, 35, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Edward Gould, 29, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Yugi Goya, 42, Rye, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jon Richard Grabowski, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Michael Grady, 39, Cranford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edwin John Graf, 48, Rowayton, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;David M. Graifman, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert Granados, 51, Hicksville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elvira Granitto, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Winston Arthur Grant, 59, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Stewart Gray, 32, Weehawken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James Michael Gray, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Mair Grayling, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Michael Grazioso, 41, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Grazioso, 42, Gulf Stream, Fla.&lt;br /&gt;Derrick Arthur Green, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wade Brian Green, 42, Westbury, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Myra Greenberg, 56, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gayle R. Greene, 51, Montville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James Arthur Greenleaf, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Marsha Greenstein, 52, Morris Plains, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth (Lisa) Martin Gregg, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald H. Gregory, 62, Ramsey, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Florence M. Gregory, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Denise Gregory, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro (David) Grehan, 35, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John M. Griffin, 38, Waldwick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Tawanna Griffin, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joan D. Griffith, 39, Willingboro, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Warren Grifka, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ramon Grijalvo, 58&lt;br /&gt;Joseph F. Grillo, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Grimner, 51, Merrick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Grouzalis, 56, Lyndhurst, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Grzelak, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew J. Grzymalski, 34, New Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Joseph Gschaar, 55, Spring Valley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Liming (Michael) Gu, 34, Piscataway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jose A. Guadalupe, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yan Zhu (Cindy) Guan, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey E. Guja, 47, Lindenhurst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Joseph Gullickson, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Babita Guman, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas B. Gurian, 38, Tenafly, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Philip T. Guza, 54, Sea Bright, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Guzzardo, 49, Glendale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Gyulavary, 44, Warwick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Robert Haag, 36, Ossining, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Lyn Haberman, 25, Chicago, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara M. Habib, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Philip Haentzler, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nizam A. Hafiz, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hagerty, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Hagis, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Lou Hague, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Halderman, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maile Rachel Hale, 26, Cambridge, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Hall, 49, Purchase, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vaswald George Hall, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert John Halligan, 59, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Vincent Gerard Halloran, 43, North Salem, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James D. Halvorson, 56, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammad Salman Hamdani, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Felicia Hamilton, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Hamilton, 43, Washingtonville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frederic Kim Han, 45, Marlboro, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher James Hanley, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Hanley, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie Joan Hanna, 57, Freeville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Hannafin, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin James Hannaford, 32, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. Hannan, 34, Lynbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dana Hannon, 29, Suffern, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vassilios G. Haramis, 56, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James A. Haran, 41, Malverne, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey P. Hardy, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy John Hargrave, 38, Readington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Harlin, 41, Kent, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frances Haros, 76, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Harvey L. Harrell, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Stephen Gary Harrell, 44, Warwick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart D. Harris, 52, Marlboro, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Aisha Harris, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Patrick Hart, 38, Danville, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;John Clinton Hartz, 64, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Emeric J. Harvey, 56, Montclair, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Thomas Theodore Haskell, 37, Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Haskell, 34, Seaford, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph John Hasson, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Terence S. Hatton, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leonard William Hatton, 45, Ridgefield Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Helmut Haub, 34, Roslyn Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Aaron Haviland, 41, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald G. Havlish, 53, Yardley, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Hawkins, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nobuhiro Hayatsu, 36, Scarsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Philip Hayes, 67, Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Ward Haynes, 35, Rye, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Hazelcorn, 29, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Michael K. Healey, 42, East Patchogue, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Roberta Bernstein Heber, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Francis Xavier Heeran, 23, Belle Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Heffernan, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Howard Joseph Heller, 37, Ridgefield, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;JoAnn L. Heltibridle, 46, Springfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mark F. Hemschoot, 45, Red Bank, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie Lee Henderson, 52, Newburgh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Janet Hendricks, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Hennessey, 35, Ringoes, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Marie Henrique, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph P. Henry, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Henry, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Henwood, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Allan Hepburn, 39, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mary (Molly) Herencia, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Coates Herkness, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Robert Hermer, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Claribel Hernandez, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Norberto Hernandez, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Raul Hernandez, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Herold, 44, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey A. Hersch, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Hetzel, 33, Elmont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Brian Hickey, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ysidro Hidalgo-Tejada, 47, New York, N.Y., Dominican Republic&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Timothy Higgins, 43, Farmingville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert D. Higley, 29, New Fairfield, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Todd Russell Hill, 34, Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Clara Victorine Hinds, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Neal Hinds, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark D. Hindy, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Bruce Van Hine, 48, Greenwood Lake, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Katsuyuki Hirai, 32, Hartsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Heather Malia Ho, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tara Yvette Hobbs, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas A. Hobbs, 41, Baldwin, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James L. Hobin, 47, Marlborough, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Wayne Hobson, 36, New Providence, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;DaJuan Hodges, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald George Hoerner, 58, Massapequa Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Aloysius Hoey, 53, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen G. Hoffman, 36, Long Beach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marcia Hoffman, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick J. Hoffmann, 53, Freehold, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michele L. Hoffmann, 27, Freehold, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Judith Florence Hofmiller, 53, Brookfield, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Warren Hohlweck, 57, Harrison, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan R. Hohmann, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Francis Holland, 32, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Holland, 30&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Holmes, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas P. Holohan, 36, Chester, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bradley Hoorn, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James P. Hopper, 51, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Montgomery McCullough Hord, 46, Pelham, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Horn, 27, Lynbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew D. Horning, 26, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert L. Horohoe, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Horwitz, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles J. Houston, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Uhuru G. Houston, 32, Englewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;George Howard, 45, Hicksville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven L. Howell, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael C. Howell, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer L. Howley, 34, New Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Milagros "Millie" Hromada, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marian Hrycak, 56, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Huczko, 44, Bethlehem, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kris R. Hughes, 30, Nesconset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Harrington Hughes, 31, San Francisco, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas F. Hughes, 46, Spring Lake Heights, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Robert Hughes, 43, Madison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul R. Hughes, 38, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Robert T. "Bobby" Hughes, 23, Sayreville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Huie, 43, Fair Lawn, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mychal Lamar Hulse, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William C. Hunt, 32, Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph G. Hunter, 31, South Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Hussa, 51, Roslyn, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Walter Hynes, 46, Belle Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas E. Hynes, 28, Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Anthony Ianelli, 28, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Zuhtu Ibis, 25, Clifton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Lee Ielpi, 29, Great Neck, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Patrick Iken, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Ilkanayev, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Frederick Ill, 49, Pearl River, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Nethanel Ilowitz, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony P. Infante, 47, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Louis S. Inghilterra, 45, New Castle, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher N. Ingrassia, 28, Watchung, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Innella, 33, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie V. Irby, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Irgang, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Todd A. Isaac, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Erik Hans Isbrandtsen, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Taizo Ishikawa, 50&lt;br /&gt;Aram Iskenderian, 41, Merrick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Iskyan, 41, Wilton, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Kazushige Ito, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandr Valeryerich Ivantsov, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Jablonski, 49, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Alexandra Jackman, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Jacobs, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Kyle Jacobs, 32, Mendham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Grady Jacobs, 54, Danbury, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Ariel Louis Jacobs, 29, Briarcliff Manor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven A. Jacobson, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ricknauth Jaggernauth, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jake Denis Jagoda, 24, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yudh V.S. Jain, 54, New City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Jakubiak, 41, Ridgewood, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gricelda E. James, 44, Willingboro, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest James, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Jardim, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed Jawara, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francois Jean-Pierre, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maxima Jean-Pierre, 40, Bellport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul E. Jeffers, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Jenkins, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alan K. Jensen, 49, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Prem N. Jerath, 57, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Farah Jeudy, 32, Spring Valley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hweidar Jian, 42, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eliezer Jimenez, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Luis Jimenez, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Gregory John, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas John, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott M. Johnson, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;LaShawana Johnson, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Johnston, 31, North Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Joseph Jones, 37, Ossining, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Allison Horstmann Jones, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian L. Jones, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher D. Jones, 53, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald T. Jones, 39, Livingston, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Donald W. Jones, 43, Fairless Hills, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Jones, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary S. Jones, 72, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Jordan, 35, Remsenburg, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Thomas Jordan, 34, Williston, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ingeborg Joseph, 60, Germany&lt;br /&gt;Karl Henri Joseph, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Joseph, 39, Franklin Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Albert Joseph, 79&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eileen Josiah, 47, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Anthony Jovic, 39, Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Angel Luis Juarbe, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Susan Juday, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;The Rev. Mychal Judge, 68, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul W. Jurgens, 47, Levittown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edward Jurgens, 26, Lawrence, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kacinga Kabeya, 63, McKinney, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Shashi Kiran Lakshmikantha Kadaba, 25, Hackensack, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gavkharoy Mukhometovna Kamardinova, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Shari Kandell, 27, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Howard Lee Kane, 40, Hazlet, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lynn Kane, 26, Fair Lawn, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent D. Kane, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joon Koo Kang, 34, Riverdale, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon R. Kanter, 53, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah H. Kaplan, 45, Paramus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Peter Kappelmann, 57, Green Brook, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Karczewski, 34, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William A. Karnes, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas G. Karpiloff, 53, Mamaroneck, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles L. Kasper, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Kates, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Katsimatides, 31, East Marion, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Robert Kaulfers, 49, Kenilworth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Don Jerome Kauth, 51, Saratoga Springs, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hideya Kawauchi, 36, Fort Lee, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward T. Keane, 66, West Caldwell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard M. Keane, 54, Wethersfield, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Kearney-Griffin, 35, Jamaica, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Karol Ann Keasler, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Hanlon Keating, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leo Russell Keene, 33, Westfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph J. Keller, 31, Park Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Rodney Kellerman, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph P. Kellett, 37, Riverdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick H. Kelley, 57, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Joseph Kelly, 39, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph A. Kelly, 40, Oyster Bay, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maurice Patrick Kelly, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard John Kelly, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Michael Kelly, 41, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Richard Kelly, 38, Riverhead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas W. Kelly, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy C. Kelly, 37, Port Washington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Hill Kelly, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert C. Kennedy, 55, Toms River, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas J. Kennedy, 36, Islip Terrace, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Keohane, 41, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Ronald T. Kerwin, 42, Levittown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Howard L. Kestenbaum, 56, Montclair, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas D. Ketcham, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth E. Ketler, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Boris Khalif, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Khan, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Taimour Firaz Khan, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rajesh Khandelwal, 33, South Plainfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;SeiLai Khoo, 38, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Kiefer, 25, Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Satoshi Kikuchihara, 43, Scarsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Jay-Hoon Kim, 26, Leonia, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Don Kim, 31, Blue Bell, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jo Kimelman, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Marshall King, 42, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lucille T. King, 59, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert King, 36, Bellerose Terrace, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa M. King-Johnson, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Takashi Kinoshita, 46, Rye, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Chris Michael Kirby, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Howard (Barry) Kirschbaum, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Davis Kirwin, 40, Scarsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard J. Klares, 59, Somers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter A. Klein, 35, Weehawken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alan D. Kleinberg, 39, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Karen J. Klitzman, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Philip Kloepfer, 39, Franklin Square, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yevgeny Kniazev, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Patrick Knox, 31, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Knox, 30, Adelaide, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Lee Koborie, 48, Guttenberg, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Kobus, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Edward Koecheler, 57, Harrison, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank J. Koestner, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Kohart, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Lynn Kolpak, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Irina Kolpakova, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Kondratenko, 27, Chicago, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Abdoulaye Kone, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bon-seok Koo, 42, River Edge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Dorota Kopiczko, 26, Nutley, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Kopytko, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bojan Kostic, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Kousoulis, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John J. Kren, 52&lt;br /&gt;William Krukowski, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lyudmila Ksido, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Shekhar Kumar, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Kumpel, 42, Cornwall, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Kuo, 53, Great Neck, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Kuras, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nauka Kushitani, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Joseph Kuveikis, 48, Carmel, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Kwarkye, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kui Fai Kwok, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Angela R. Kyte, 49, Boonton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Amarnauth Lachhman, 42, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew LaCorte, 61, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ganesh Ladkat, 27, Somerset, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James P. Ladley, 41, Colts Neck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel M. Van Laere, 46, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph A. Lafalce, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette LaFond-Menichino, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David LaForge, 50, Port Richmond, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Patrick LaForte, 39, Holmdel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alan Lafrance, 43&lt;br /&gt;Juan Lafuente, 61, Poughkeepsie, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Neil K. Lai, 59, East Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent A. Laieta, 31, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William David Lake, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Franco Lalama, 45, Nutley, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Chow Kwan Lam, 48, Maywood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen LaMantia, 38, Darien, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Amy Hope Lamonsoff, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert T. Lane, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brendan M. Lang, 30, Red Bank, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Rosanne P. Lang, 42, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Langer, 29, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Lou Langley, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter J. Langone, 41, Roslyn Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Langone, 39, Williston Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michele B. Lanza, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Sheila Lapin, 53, East Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Carol Ann LaPlante, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ingeborg Astrid Desiree Lariby, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robin Larkey, 48, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Randall Larrabee, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hamidou S. Larry, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Larsen, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Adam Larson, 37, Colonia, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gary E. Lasko, 49, Memphis, Tenn.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas C. Lassman, 28, Cliffside Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Laszczynski, 49, Paramus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Latouche, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina de Laura&lt;br /&gt;Oscar de Laura&lt;br /&gt;Charles Laurencin, 61, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen James Lauria, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Lavache, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Denis F. Lavelle, 42, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeannine M. LaVerde, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anna A. Laverty, 52, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Lawn, 28, West Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert A. Lawrence, 41, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Lawson, 61, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eugen Lazar, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Patrick Leahy, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Joseph Gerard Leavey, 45, Pelham, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Neil Leavy, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leon Lebor, 51, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Charles Ledee, 38, Monmouth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alan J. Lederman, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elena Ledesma, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Leduc, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Myung-woo Lee, 41, Lyndhurst, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David S. Lee, 37, West Orange, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gary H. Lee, 62, Lindenhurst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hyun-joon (Paul) Lee, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jong-min Lee, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Juanita Lee, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine Lee, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Y.C. Lee, 34, Great Neck, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yang Der Lee, 63, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Blair Lee, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stuart (Soo-Jin) Lee, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Linda C. Lee, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Lefkowitz, 50, Belle Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Legro, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward J. Lehman, 41, Glen Cove, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Andrew Lehrfeld, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Ralph Leistman, 43, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Prudencio LeMagne, 27, North Bergen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph A. Lenihan, 41, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;John J. Lennon, 44, Howell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Robinson Lenoir, 38, Locust Valley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luis Leon, 43, Union City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Gerard Leonard, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Lepore, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Antoine Lesperance, 55&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Earle LeVeen, 55, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John D. Levi, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alisha Caren Levin, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Neil D. Levin, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Levine, 56, West Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert M. Levine, 66, Edgewater, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Shai Levinhar, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adam J. Lewis, 36, Fairfield, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Susan Lewis, 49, Elizabeth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ye Wei Liang, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Orasri Liangthanasarn, 26, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel F. Libretti, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ralph M. Licciardi, 30, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Lichtschein, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven B. Lillianthal, 38, Millburn, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos R. Lillo, 37, Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Craig Damian Lilore, 30, Lyndhurst, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold A. Lim, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Darya Lin, 32, Chicago, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Rong Lin, 31, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nickie L. Lindo, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas V. Linehan, 39, Montville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Thomas Linnane, 33, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alan Linton, 26, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Diane Theresa Lipari, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth P. Lira, 28, Paterson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Alberto Liriano, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine Lisi, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Lisson, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Litto, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ming-Hao Liu, 41, Livingston, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Liz, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harold Lizcano, 31, East Elmhurst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Lizzul, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;George A. Llanes, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Claire Logler, 31, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Lisa Loguidice, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jerome Robert Lohez, 30, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael W. Lomax, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laura M. Longing, 35, Pearl River, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore P. Lopes, 40, Franklin Square, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Lopez, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Luis Lopez, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel L. Lopez, 54, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;George Lopez, 40, Stroudsburg, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Lostrangio, 48, Langhorne, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Chet Louie, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Seid Louis, 43, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Lovero, 60, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael W. Lowe, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Garry Lozier, 47, Darien, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;John Peter Lozowsky, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Peter Lucania, 34, East Atlantic Beach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward (Ted) H. Luckett, 40, Fair Haven, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mark G. Ludvigsen, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Charles Ludwig, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Thomas Lugano, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Lugo, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marie Lukas, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Lum, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael P. Lunden, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Lunder, 34, Wall, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Luparello, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Lutnick, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Luzzicone, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Lygin, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Farrell Peter Lynch, 39, Centerport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Francis Lynch, 47, Woodbridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Louise A. Lynch, 58, Amityville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Lynch, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael F. Lynch, 33, New Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Francis Lynch, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dennis Lynch, 30, Bedford Hills, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert H. Lynch, 44, Cranford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Patrick Lynch, 36, Morristown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Lynch, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. Lyons, 32, Hawthorne, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Lyons, 34, South Setauket, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Monica Lyons, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Francis Mace, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jan Maciejewski, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Fairfax MacRae, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard B. Madden, 35, Westfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Simon Maddison, 40, Florham Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Noell Maerz, 29, Long Beach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeannieann Maffeo, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Maffeo, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jay Robert Magazine, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Wilson Magee, 51, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Magee, 52, Floral Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Maggitti, 47, Abingdon, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald E. Magnuson, 57, Park Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel L. Maher, 50, Hamilton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Anthony Mahon, 37, East Norwich, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Mahoney, 38, Bohemia, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Maio, 32, Roslyn Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Takashi Makimoto, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Abdu Malahi, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Debora Maldonado, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Myrna T. Maldonado-Agosto, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred R. Maler, 39, Convent Station, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory James Malone, 42, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Francis (Teddy) Maloney, 32, Darien, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph E. Maloney, 46, Farmingville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gene E. Maloy, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christian Maltby, 37, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Miguel (Frank) Mancini, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Mangano, 53, Jackson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sara Elizabeth Manley, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Debra M. Mannetta, 31, Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Terence J. Manning, 36, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marion Victoria (vickie) Manning, 27, Rochdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Maounis, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Ross Marchbanks, 47, Nanuet, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Edward Mardikian, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Joseph Mardovich, 42, Lloyd Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Charles Joseph Margiotta, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Joseph Marino, 40, Monroe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lester Vincent Marino, 57, Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vita Marino, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin D. Marlo, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jose J. Marrero, 32, Old Bridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Marshall, 35, Congers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Martello, 41, Rumson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael A. Marti, 26, Glendale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Peter Martin, 43, Miller Place, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William J. Martin, 35, Rockaway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brian E. Martineau, 37, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Betsy Martinez, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward J. Martinez, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Angel Martinez, 49, Hauppauge, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Gabriel Martinez, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lizie Martinez-Calderon, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Paul Richard Martini, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph A. Mascali, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Mascarenhas, 54, Newmarket, Ontario, Canada&lt;br /&gt;Stephen F. Masi, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas G. Massa, 65, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia A. Massari, 25, Glendale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Massaroli, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Philip W. Mastrandrea, 42, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph Mastrocinque, 43, Kings Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Mathai, 49, Arlington, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Charles William Mathers, 61, Sea Girt, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William A. Mathesen, 40, Morristown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Marcello Matricciano, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Elaine Mattic, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert D. Mattson, 54, Green Pond, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Walter Matuza, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles A. (Chuck) Mauro, 65, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles J. Mauro, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Mauro, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy T. Mauro, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone May, 44, Rahway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Keithroy Maynard, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Mayo, 46, Morganville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Nancy Mazza-Delosh, 46, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Mazzella, 62, Monroe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Mazzotta, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kaaria Mbaya, 39, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James J. McAlary, 42, Spring Lake Heights, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brian McAleese, 36, Baldwin, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia A. McAneney, 50, Pomona, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Colin Richard McArthur, 52, Howell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John McAvoy, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth M. McBrayer, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brendan McCabe, 40, Sayville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. McCabe, 42, Rumson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas McCann, 46, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Justin McCarthy, 30, Port Washington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin M. McCarthy, 42, Fairfield, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Desmond McCarthy, 33, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Garvin McCarthy, 33, Stony Point, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley McCaskill, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Katie Marie McCloskey, 25, Mount Vernon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tara McCloud-Gray, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Austin McCrann, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tonyell McDay, 25, Colonia, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew T. McDermott, 34, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph P. McDonald, 43, Livingston, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brian G. McDonnell, 38, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael McDonnell, 34, Red Bank, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John F. McDowell, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eamon J. McEneaney, 46, New Canaan, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;John Thomas McErlean, 39, Larchmont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel F. McGinley, 40, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Ryan McGinly, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. William E. McGinn, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas H. McGinnis, 41, Oakland, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Gregory McGinty, 42, Foxboro, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Ann McGovern, 68, East Meadow, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Martin McGovern, 35, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William J. McGovern, 49, Smithtown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey S. McGowan, 38, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francis Noel McGuinn, 48, Rye, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick J. McGuire, 40, Madison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas M. McHale, 33, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Keith McHeffey, 31, Monmouth Beach, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Denis J. McHugh, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis P. McHugh, 34, Sparkill, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Edward McHugh, 35, Tuckahoe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ann M. McHugh, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert G. McIlvaine, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald James McIntyre, 38, New City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie McKenna, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Barry J. McKeon, 47, Yorktown Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn C. McKinnedy, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Darryl Leron McKinney, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert C. McLaughlin, 29, Westchester, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;George Patrick McLaughlin, 36, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gavin McMahon, 35, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Dismas McMahon, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edmund M. McNally, 41, Fair Haven, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel McNeal, 29, Towson, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Walter Arthur McNeil, 53, Stroudsburg, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Peter McNulty, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christine Sheila McNulty, 42, Peterborough, England&lt;br /&gt;Robert William McPadden, 30, Pearl River, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Terence A. McShane, 37, West Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Patrick McSweeney, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martin E. McWilliams, 35, Kings Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rocco A. Medaglia, 49, Melville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Abigail Cales Medina, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Iris Medina, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Medwig, 46, Dedham, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;William J. Meehan, 49, Darien, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Damian Meehan, 32, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alok Kumar Mehta, 23, Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Meisenheimer, 46, West Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Emilio Mejia, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eskedar Melaku, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Melendez, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Melendez, 44, Stroudsburg, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Yelena Melnichenko, 28, Brooklyn, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Todd Meltzer, 32, Syosset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Diarelia Jovannah Mena, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Mendez, 38, Floral Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lizette Mendoza, 33, North Bergen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Shevonne Mentis, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Mercado, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wesley Mercer, 70, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Joseph Mercurio, 47, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alan H. Merdinger, 47, Allentown, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;George C. Merino, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yamel Merino, 24, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;George Merkouris, 35, Levittown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Merrick, 45&lt;br /&gt;Raymond J. Metz, 37, Trumbull, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Jill A. Metzler, 32, Franklin Square, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Robert Meyer, 57, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nurul Huq Miah, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Edward Micciulli, 30, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Paul Michelstein, 57, Morristown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Luis Clodoaldo Revilla Mier, 54&lt;br /&gt;Peter T. Milano, 43, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Milanowycz, 25, Cranford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lukasz T. Milewski, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Craig James Miller, 29, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Corey Peter Miller, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas C. Miller, 34, Port Jervis, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Henry Miller, 52, Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Matthew Miller, 39, Englewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Phillip D. Miller, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert C. Miller, 55, Hasbrouck Heights, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Alan Miller, 46, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joel Miller, 55, Baldwin, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Millman, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles M. Mills, 61, Brentwood, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Keith Milstein, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Minara, 54, Carmel, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William G. Minardi, 46, Bedford, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Louis Joseph Minervino, 54, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Mingione, 34, West Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wilbert Miraille, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Domenick Mircovich, 40, Closter, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Rajesh A. Mirpuri, 30, Englewood Cliffs, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Mistrulli, 47, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Miszkowicz, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Paul Thomas Mitchell, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Miuccio, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank V. Moccia, 57, Hauppauge, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Louis Joseph Modafferi, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Boyie Mohammed, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Dennis Mojica, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Mojica, 37, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Dejesus Molina, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kleber Rolando Molina, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Jimenez Molinar, 21, Oaxaca, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Carl Molinaro, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Justin J. Molisani, 42, Middletown Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Patrick Monaghan, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Franklin Monahan, 45, Roxbury, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Gerard Monahan, 47, Wanamassa, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Montanaro, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Craig D. Montano, 38, Glen Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Montesi, 39, Highland Mills, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Ann Monyak, 43, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Thomas Moody, 45, Stony Brook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Moore, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Krishna Moorthy, 59, Briarcliff Manor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Abner Morales, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Morales, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paula Morales, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Luis Morales, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Moran, 43, Rockaway, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Christopher Moran, 38, Haslemere, Surrey, England&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Moran, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay S. Morehouse, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;George Morell, 47, Mount. Kisco, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven P. Morello, 52, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent S. Morello, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Arturo Alva Moreno, 47, Mexico City, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Yvette Nicole Moreno, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Morgan, 47, Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Morgan, 66, Glen Rock, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Morgenstern, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sanae Mori, 27, Tokyo, Japan&lt;br /&gt;Blanca Morocho, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leonel Morocho, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis G. Moroney, 39, Eastchester, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lynne Irene Morris, 22, Monroe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Seth A. Morris, 35, Kinnelon, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Philip Morris, 31, Ormond Beach, Fla.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher M. Morrison, 34, Charlestown, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Ferdinand V. Morrone, 63, Lakewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William David Moskal, 50, Brecksville, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Da Mota, 43, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marco Motroni, 57, Fort Lee, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Iouri A. Mouchinski, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jude J. Moussa, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter C. Moutos, 44, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Damion Mowatt, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Mozzillo, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen V. Mulderry, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Muldowney, 40, Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael D. Mullan, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Michael Mulligan, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter James Mulligan, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Mullin, 27, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James Donald Munhall, 45, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Muniz, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Mario Munoz, 43&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Munoz, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa (Terry) Munson, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert M. Murach, 45, Montclair, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Cesar Augusto Murillo, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marc A. Murolo, 28, Maywood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Eddie Murphy, 56, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Joseph Murphy, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher W. Murphy, 35, Easton, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Edward C. Murphy, 42, Clifton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James F. Murphy, 30, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Thomas Murphy, 35, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin James Murphy, 40, Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Sean Murphy, 36, Millburn, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Raymond E. Murphy, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Murphy, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Joseph Murray, 32, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Joseph Murray, 52, Colts Neck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Susan D. Murray, 54, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie Victoria Murray, 65, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Todd Myhre, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Robert B. Nagel, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Takuya Nakamura, 30, Tuckahoe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander J.R. Napier, 38, Morris Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Frank Joseph Naples, 29, Cliffside Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Napolitano, 33, Ronkonkoma, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine A. Nardella, 40, Bloomfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mario Nardone, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manika Narula, 22, Kings Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Narender Nath, 33, Colonia, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Karen S. Navarro, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph M. Navas, 44, Paramus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francis J. Nazario, 28, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Glenroy Neblett, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus R. Neblett, 31, Roslyn Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jerome O. Nedd, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laurence Nedell, 51, Lindenhurst, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Luke G. Nee, 44, Stony Point, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Pete Negron, 34, Bergenfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ann Nicole Nelson, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David William Nelson, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Nelson, 40, Clark, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michele Ann Nelson, 27, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Allen Nelson, 42, Huntington Station, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Nesbitt, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Terence Nevins, 46, Campbell Hall, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Newton-Carter, 51, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kapinga Ngalula, 58, McKinney, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Yuen Ngo, 36, Harrington Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jody Tepedino Nichilo, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Niederer, 23, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alfonse J. Niedermeyer, 40, Manasquan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Frank John Niestadt, 55, Ronkonkoma, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gloria Nieves, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Nieves, 56, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Troy Edward Nilsen, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul R. Nimbley, 42, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Ballantine Niven, 44, Oyster Bay, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Katherine (Katie) McGarry Noack, 30, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Curtis Terrence Noel, 22, Poughkeepsie, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel R. Nolan, 44, Hopatcong, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Walter Noonan, 36, Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Daniela R. Notaro, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Novotny, 33, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Soichi Numata, 45, Irvington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Felix Nunez, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jose R. Nunez, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Nussbaum, 37, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James A. Oakley, 52, Cortlandt Manor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis O'Berg, 28, Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James P. O'Brien, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott J. O'Brien, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Michael O'Brien, 40, Brookville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael O'Brien, 42, Cedar Knolls, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Captain Daniel O'Callaghan, 42, Smithtown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard J. O'Connor, 49, Poughkeepsie, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis J. O'Connor, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Diana J. O'Connor, 38, Eastchester, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Keith K. O'Connor, 28, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Amy O'Doherty, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marni Pont O'Doherty, 31, Armonk, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Oelschlager, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Takashi Ogawa, 37, Tokyo, Japan&lt;br /&gt;Albert Ogletree, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Philip Paul Ognibene, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Andrew O'Grady, 32, Harrington Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph J. Ogren, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Thomas O'Hagan, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Oitice, 45, Peekskill, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick O'Keefe, 44, Oakdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. William O'Keefe, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerald Michael Olcott, 55, New Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerald O'Leary, 34, Stony Point, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Anne Olender, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elsy Carolina Osorio Oliva, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Mary Oliva, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward K. Oliver, 31, Jackson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Leah E. Oliver, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eric T. Olsen, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey James Olsen, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maureen L. Olson, 50, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven John Olson, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Timothy O'Mahony, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Toshihiro Onda, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Seamus L. Oneal, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John P. O'Neill, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Gordon Corbett O'Neill, 34, Rye, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter J. O'Neill, 21, Amityville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael C. Opperman, 45, Selden, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Orgielewicz, 35, Larchmont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Orloske, 50, Windsor, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Virginia A. Ormiston, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin O'Rourke, 44, Hewlett, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Romero Orozco, Acatlan de Osorio, Puebla, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Orsini, 59, Hillsdale, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Peter K. Ortale, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Emilio (Peter) Ortiz, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Ortiz, 37, Nanuet, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ortiz, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Ortiz, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Ortiz, 36, Ridgewood, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Ortiz, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Masaru Ose, 36, Fort Lee, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert W. O'Shea, 47, Wall, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick J. O'Shea, 45, Farmingdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Robert Ostrowski, 37, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy O'Sullivan, 68, Albrightsville, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Douglas Oswald, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Otten, 42, East Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Isidro Ottenwalder, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Chung Ou, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Todd Joseph Ouida, 25, River Edge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Ovalles, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter J. Owens, 42, Williston Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adianes Oyola, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Angel M. Pabon, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Israel Pabon, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Roland Pacheco, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Benjamin Packer, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Deepa K. Pakkala, 31, Stewartsville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Matthew Palazzo, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Anthony Palazzo, 44, Armonk, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard (Rico) Palazzolo, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Orio Joseph Palmer, 45, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank A. Palombo, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alan N. Palumbo, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher M. Panatier, 36, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dominique Pandolfo, 27, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Pansini, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John M. Paolillo, 51, Glen Head, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward J. Papa, 47, Oyster Bay, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore Papasso, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James N. Pappageorge, 29, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vinod K. Parakat, 34, Sayreville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vijayashanker Paramsothy, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nitin Ramesh Parandkar, 28, Waltham, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Hardai (Casey) Parbhu, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Wendell Parham, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Debra (Debbie) Paris, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;George Paris, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gye-Hyong Park, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Philip L. Parker, 53, Skillman, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael A. Parkes, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Emmett Parks, 47, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Hasmukhrai Chuckulal Parmar, 48, Warren, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Parro, 35, Levittown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Diane Marie Moore Parsons, 58, Malta, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leobardo Lopez Pascual, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. Pascuma, 50, Massapequa Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jerrold H. Paskins, 56, Anaheim Hills, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Horace Robert Passananti, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne H. Passaro, 38, East Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Antonio Martinez Pastrana, 38, Tlachichuca, Puebla, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;Manish K. Patel, 29, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Avnish Ramanbhai Patel, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dipti Patel, 38, New Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven B. Paterson, 40, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James Matthew Patrick, 30, Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Patrocino, 34&lt;br /&gt;Bernard E. Patterson, 46, Upper Brookville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cira Marie Patti, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Edward Pattison, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James R. Paul, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Cristina Millan Paz, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrice Paz, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Paz-Gutierrez, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey L. Peak, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Allen Pearlman, 18, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Durrell Pearsall, 34, Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas E. Pedicini, 30, Hicksville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Todd D. Pelino, 34, Fair Haven, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michel Adrian Pelletier, 36, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Peluso, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Angel Ramon Pena, 45, River Vale, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Al Penny, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore F. Pepe, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Allen Peralta, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert David Peraza, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jon A. Perconti, 32, Brick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alejo Perez, 66, Union City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Angel Perez, 43, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Angela Susan Perez, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Perez, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy E. Perez, 36, Secaucus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Perez, 33, Locust Valley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph John Perroncino, 33, Smithtown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward J. Perrotta, 43, Mount Sinai, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Glenn C. Perry, 41, Monroe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Emelda Perry, 52, Elmont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John William Perry, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Franklin Allan Pershep, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pesce, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael J. Pescherine, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Davin Peterson, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Russel Peterson, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Petrocelli, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Philip S. Petti, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Glen Kerrin Pettit, 30, Oakdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dominick Pezzulo, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kaleen E. Pezzuti, 28, Fair Haven, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Kevin Pfeifer, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tu-Anh Pham, 42, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Kenneth John Phelan, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael V. San Phillip, 55, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia Piantieri, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ludwig John Picarro, 44, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Picerno, 44, Holmdel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph O. Pick, 40, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Pickford, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis J. Pierce, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph A. Della Pietra, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard T. Pietronico, 39, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas P. Pietrunti, 38, Belford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Theodoros Pigis, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Elizabeth Ancona Pinto, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Piskadlo, 48, North Arlington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Todd Pitman, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Josh Michael Piver, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Plumitallo, 45, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John M. Pocher, 36, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Howard Pohlmann, 56, Ardsley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laurence M. Polatsch, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas H. Polhemus, 39, Morris Plains, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Pollicino, 48, Plainview, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan M. Pollio, 45, Long Beach Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Poptean, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Giovanna Porras, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Portillo, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Edward Potorti, 52, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne Pouletsos, 47, Westwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Poulos, 55, Levittown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen E. Poulos, 45, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Jerome Powell, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Edward Powell, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tony Pratt, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory M. Preziose, 34, Holmdel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Wanda Ivelisse Prince, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Princiotta, 39, Orangeburg, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Prior, 28, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Everett Martin (Marty) Proctor, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carrie B. Progen, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Lee Pruim, 53, Upper Montclair, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Prunty, 57, Sayville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Puckett, 47, Glen Cove, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert D. Pugliese, 47, East Fishkill, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward F. Pullis, 34, Hazlet, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Ann Puma, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hemanth Kumar Puttur, 26, White Plains, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward R. Pykon, 33, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Quackenbush, 44, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lars Peter Qualben, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Quappe, 38, Sayville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Beth Ann Quigley, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Michael Quilty, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Quinn, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Francis Quinn, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carol Rabalais, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Peter A. Racaniello, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Ragaglia, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene J. Raggio, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Laura Marie Ragonese-Snik, 41, Bangor, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ragusa, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter F. Raimondi, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harry A. Raines, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ehtesham U. Raja, 28, Clifton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Valsa Raju, 39, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Rall, 44, Holbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lukas (Luke) Rambousek, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Julio Fernandez Ramirez, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Isabel Ramirez, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Ramos, 41, Newark, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vishnoo Ramsaroop, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo Ramzey, 48, East Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;A. Todd Rancke, 42, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Adam David Rand, 30, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan C. Randall, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Srinivasa Shreyas Ranganath, 26, Hackensack, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Anne Rose T. Ransom, 45, Edgewater, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Faina Rapoport, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Arthur Rasmussen, 42, Hinsdale, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Amenia Rasool, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Roger Mark Rasweiler, 53, Flemington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David Alan James Rathkey, 47, Mountain Lakes, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Ralph Raub, 38, Saddle River, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Rauzi, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alexey Razuvaev, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Reda, 33, New Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Prothero Redheffer, 35, London, England&lt;br /&gt;Michele Reed, 26, Ringoes, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Judith A. Reese, 56, Kearny, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Donald J. Regan, 47, Wallkill, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Robert M. Regan, 48, Floral Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas M. Regan, 43, Cranford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christian Michael Otto Regenhard, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Howard Reich, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gregg Reidy, 26, Holmdel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin O. Reilly, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Brian Reilly, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy E. Reilly, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Reina, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Barnes Reinig, 48, Bernardsville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Frank B. Reisman, 41, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Scott Reiss, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Renda, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Armand Reo, 28, Larchmont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Rescorla, 62, Morristown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Thomas Resta, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia San Pio Resta, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eduvigis (Eddie) Reyes, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce A. Reynolds, 41, Columbia, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Frederick Rhodes, 57, Howell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francis S. Riccardelli, 40, Westwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph N. Riccio, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;AnnMarie (Davi) Riccoboni, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Mary Rice, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Rice, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth F. Rice, 34, Hicksville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Vernon Allan Richard, 53, Nanuet, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Claude D. Richards, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Richards, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Richards, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Venesha O. Richards, 26, North Brunswick, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James C. Riches, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alan Jay Richman, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John M. Rigo, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa (Ginger) Risco, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rose Mary Riso, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Moises N. Rivas, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Rivelli, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Isaias Rivera, 51, Perth Amboy, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Rivera, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Juan William Rivera, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carmen A. Rivera, 33, Westtown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David E. Rivers, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph R. Riverso, 34, White Plains, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Rizza, 34, Park Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Frank Rizzo, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Louis Roach, 36, Verona, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Roberto, 37, Midland Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Leo A. Roberts, 44, Wayne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Roberts, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Edward Roberts, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald Walter Robertson, 35, Rumson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Catherina Robinson, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Robinson, 38, Monmouth Junction, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michell Lee Robotham, 32, Kearny, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Donald Robson, 52, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Augusto Tome Rocha, 34, East Hanover, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Raymond J. Rocha, 29, Malden, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Laura Rockefeller, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John M. Rodak, 39, Mantua, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Jose Carrusca Rodrigues, 35, Port Washington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Rodriguez, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Milagros Rodriguez, 46, Freehold, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Marsha A. Rodriguez, 41, West Paterson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Rodriguez, 31, Cliffwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory E. Rodriguez, 31, White Plains, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David B. Rodriguez-Vargas, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Rogan, 37, West Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Karlie Barbara Rogers, 25, London, England&lt;br /&gt;Scott Rohner, 22, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Keith Roma, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph M. Romagnolo, 37, Coram, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elvin Santiago Romero, 34, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Efrain Franco Romero, 57, Hazleton, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;James A. Romito, 51, Westwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Rooney, 50, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Thomas Ropiteau, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Aida Rosario, 42, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Angela Rosario, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Fitzroy St. Rose, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark H. Rosen, 45, West Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Rosenbaum, 41, Little Falls, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke David Rosenbaum, 31, Franklin Square, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Lynn Rosenbaum, 33, Warren, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd D. Rosenberg, 31, Morganville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Louis Rosenberg, 26, Teaneck, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew I. Rosenblum, 45, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua M. Rosenblum, 28, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua A. Rosenthal, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard David Rosenthal, 50, Fair Lawn, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Rossetti, 32, Bloomfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Norman Rossinow, 39, Cedar Grove, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas P. Rossomando, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Craig Rothberg, 39, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Donna Marie Rothenberg, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nick Rowe, 29, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy A. Roy, 36, Massapequa Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul G. Ruback, 50, Newburgh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald J. Ruben, 36, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Rubino, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Michael Ruddle, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bart Joseph Ruggiere, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Ann Ruggiero, 30, Plainview, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adam K. Ruhalter, 40, Plainview, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert Ruiz, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen P. Russell, 40, Rockaway Beach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Harris Russin, 32, Mendham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Michael Thomas Russo, 44, Nesconset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Alan Russo, 37, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John J. Ryan, 45, West Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Ryan, 42, Scarsdale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Stephan Ryan, 32, Bayville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Lancelot Ryan, 54, Seaford, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kristin A. Irvine Ryan, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana Ryjova, 36, South Salem, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christina Sunga Ryook, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thierry Saada, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jason E. Sabbag, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas E. Sabella, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Saber, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Sacerdote, 48, Freehold, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammad Ali Sadeque, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francis J. Sadocha, 41, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jude Elias Safi, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brock Joel Safronoff, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Saiya, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Patrick Salamone, 37, North Caldwell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Hernando R. Salas, 71, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Salas, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Esmerlin Salcedo, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Salvatore Salerno, 31, Westfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard L. Salinardi, 32, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne John Saloman, 43, Seaford, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nolbert Salomon, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Patricia Salter, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank Salvaterra, 41, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul R. Salvio, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel R. Salvo, 59, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Samaniego, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rena Sam-Dinnoo, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Kenneth Samuel, 29, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Hugo Sanay-Perafiel, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alva Jeffries Sanchez, 41, Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jacquelyn P. Sanchez, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Erick Sanchez, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Sand, 36, Westchester, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stacey Leigh Sanders, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Herman Sandler, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Sands, 39, Bricktown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ayleen J. Santiago, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Santiago, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Theresa Santillan, 27, Morris Plains, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Susan G. Santo, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Santora, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Santore, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mario L. Santoro, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rafael Humberto Santos, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rufino Conrado F. (Roy) Santos, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kalyan K. Sarkar, 53, Westwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Chapelle Sarker, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul F. Sarle, 38, Babylon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Deepika Kumar Sattaluri, 33, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Thomas Saucedo, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Sauer, 48, Chicago, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Savas, 72, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir Savinkin, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Sbarbaro, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert L. Scandole, 36, Pelham Manor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Scarpitta, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Scauso, 46, Dix Hills, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John A. Schardt, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John G. Scharf, 29, Manorville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Fred Claude Scheffold, 57, Piermont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Angela Susan Scheinberg, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott M. Schertzer, 28, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Schielke, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Francis Schlag, 41, Franklin Lakes, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jon S. Schlissel, 51, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Helene Schmidt, 42, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ian Schneider, 45, Short Hills, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas G. Schoales, 27, Stony Point, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marisa Di Nardo Schorpp, 38, White Plains, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank G. Schott, 39, Massapequa Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard P. Schrang, 45, Holbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Schreier, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John T. Schroeder, 31, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Susan Lee Kennedy Schuler, 55, Allentown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward W. Schunk, 54, Baldwin, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark E. Schurmeier, 44, McLean, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Clarin Shellie Schwartz, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Schwartz, 49, Goshen, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Schwartz, 50, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adriane Victoria Scibetta, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Raphael Scorca, 61, Beachwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Randolph Scott, 48, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher J. Scudder, 34, Monsey, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Warren Scullin, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Seaman, 41, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Seeliger, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Segarra, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Segarra, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Sekzer, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Carmen Sellitto, 23, Morristown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Howard Selwyn, 47, Hewlett, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Larry John Senko, 34, Yardley, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Arturo Angelo Sereno, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie Serrano, 23, Elizabeth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alena Sesinova, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adele Sessa, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sita Nermalla Sewnarine, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Karen Lynn Seymour-Dietrich, 40, Millington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Davis (Deeg) Sezna, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Joseph Sgroi, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jayesh Shah, 38, Edgewater, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid M. Shahid, 25, Union, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed Shajahan, 41, Spring Valley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gary Shamay, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Earl Richard Shanahan, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Shiv Shankar, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Neil G. Shastri, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Anne Shatzoff, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara A. Shaw, 57, Morris Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey J. Shaw, 42, Levittown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Shay, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel James Shea, 37, Pelham Manor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Patrick Shea, 47, Pelham, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Sheehan, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hagay Shefi, 34, Tenafly, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Anthony Sherry, 34, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Atsushi Shiratori, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Shubert, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Shulman, 47, Old Bridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;See-Wong Shum, 44, Westfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Allan Shwartzstein, 37, Chappaqua, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Johanna Sigmund, 25, Wyndmoor, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne T. Signer, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Sikorsky, 34, Spring Valley, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Gerard Siller, 34, West Brighton, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Silver, 35, New Rochelle, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Craig A. Silverstein, 41, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nasima H. Simjee, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Edward Simmons, 41, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Simon, 57, Thiells, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Alan Simon, 34, Secaucus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael John Simon, 40, Harrington Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Joseph Simon, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marianne Simone, 62, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Barry Simowitz, 64, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Simpson, 38, Lake Ridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Roshan R. (Sean) Singh, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Khamladai K. (Khami) Singh, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas E. Sinton, 44, Croton-on-hudson, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter A. Siracuse, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Muriel F. Siskopoulos, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph M. Sisolak, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John P. Skala, 31, Clifton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francis J. Skidmore, 58, Mendham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Toyena Corliss Skinner, 27, Kingston, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Paul A. Skrzypek, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Paul Slattery, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent R. Slavin, 41, Belle Harbor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Sliwak, 42, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul K. Sloan, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley S. Smagala, 36, Holbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy L. Small, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Catherine T. Smith, 44, West Haverstraw, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Laurence Smith, 47, Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;George Eric Smith, 38, West Chester, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;James G. Smith, 43, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Smith, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Karl Trumbull Smith, 44, Little Silver, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Smith, 47, Mastic, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leon Smith, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Moira Smith, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary A. Smith, 61, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Fajardo Smith, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Randall Smith, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie S. Smithwick, 54, Quogue, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle Monique Snell, 24, Mount Vernon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leonard J. Snyder, 35, Cranford, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Astrid Elizabeth Sohan, 32, Freehold, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sushil Solanki, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Solares, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi Leah Solomon, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel W. Song, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael C. Sorresse, 34, Morris Plains, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Fabian Soto, 31, Harrison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy P. Soulas, 35, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory T. Spagnoletti, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donald F. Spampinato, 39, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Sparacio, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Anthony Spataro, 32, Mineola, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert W. Spear, 30, Valley Cottage, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maynard S. Spence, 42, Douglasville, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;George E. Spencer, 50, West Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Andrew Spencer, 35, Red Bank, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Rubina Sperando, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank J. Spinelli, 44, Short Hills, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William E. Spitz, 49, Oceanside, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph P. Spor, 35, Yorktown Heights, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Klaus Johannes Sprockamp, 42, Muhltal, Germany&lt;br /&gt;Saranya Srinuan, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael F. Stabile, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence T. Stack, 58, Lake Ronkonkoma, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Timothy Stackpole, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard James Stadelberger, 55, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eric A. Stahlman, 43, Holmdel Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory M. Stajk, 46, Long Beach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Corina Stan, 31, Middle Village, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alexandru Liviu Stan, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary D. Stanley, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Stanton&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Stanton&lt;br /&gt;Anthony M. Starita, 35, Westfield, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Stark, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Derek James Statkevicus, 30, Norwalk, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Craig William Staub, 30, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William V. Steckman, 56, West Hempstead, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Thomas Steen, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William R. Steiner, 56, New Hope, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Robbins Steinman, 32, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Stergiopoulos, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Stern, 41, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martha Jane Stevens, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard H. Stewart, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael James Stewart, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sanford M. Stoller, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lonny J. Stone, 43, Bellmore, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Nevill Storey, 58, Katy, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Stout, 42, Dobbs Ferry, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas S. Strada, 41, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James J. Straine, 36, Oceanport, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward W. Straub, 48, Morris Township, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;George Strauch, 53, Avon-by-the-Sea, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward T. Strauss, 44, Edison, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Steven R. Strauss, 51, Fresh Meadows, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven F. Strobert, 33, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Walwyn W. Stuart, 28, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Suarez, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David S. Suarez, 24, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ramon Suarez, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yoichi Sugiyama, 34, Fort Lee, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Christopher Sugra, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Suhr, 37, Nesconset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Marc Sullins, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Christopher P. Sullivan, 38, Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Sullivan, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Sullivan, 38, Kearney, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Hilario Soriano (Larry) Sumaya, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Joseph Suozzo, 47, Hauppauge, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Supinski, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Sutcliffe, 39, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Selina Sutter, 63, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Claudia Suzette Sutton, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Swaine, 36, Larchmont, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kristine M. Swearson, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Edward Sweeney, 29, Merrick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth J. Swensen, 40, Chatham, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas F. Swift, 30, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Derek O. Sword, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin T. Szocik, 27, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gina Sztejnberg, 52, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Norbert P. Szurkowski, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Taback, 56, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joann Tabeek, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Norma C. Taddei, 64, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Taddonio, 39, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Keiji Takahashi, 42, Tenafly, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Keiichiro Takahashi, 53, Port Washington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Gail Talbot, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert R. Talhami, 40, Shrewsbury, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Patrick Tallon, 26, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Talty, 40, Wantagh, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maurita Tam, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Tamares, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hector Tamayo, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Andrew Tamuccio, 37, Pelham Manor, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenichiro Tanaka, 52, Rye Brook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Rhondelle Cherie Tankard, 31, Devonshire, Bermuda&lt;br /&gt;Michael Anthony Tanner, 44, Secaucus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Gerard Taormina, 36, Montville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Joseph Tarantino, 39, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Allan Tarasiewicz, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Tartaro, 39, Bridgewater, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Darryl Taylor, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donnie Brooks Taylor, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lorisa Ceylon Taylor, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael M. Taylor, 42, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Paul A. Tegtmeier, 41, Hyde Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yeshavant Moreshwar Tembe, 59, Piscataway, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Tempesta, 38, Elizabeth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Temple, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley L. Temple, 77, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Tengelin, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian J. Terrenzi, 29, Hicksville, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Marie Terry, 42, Rochester, Mich.&lt;br /&gt;Goumatie T. Thackurdeen, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Harshad Sham Thatte, 30, Norcross, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas F. Theurkauf, 44, Stamford, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Lesley Anne Thomas, 40, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brian T. Thompson, 49, Dix Hills, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Clive Thompson, 43, Summit, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Thompson, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Perry Anthony Thompson, 36, Mount Laurel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanavah Alexi Thompson, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. William Harry Thompson, 51, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nigel Bruce Thompson, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Raymond Thorpe, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nichola A. Thorpe, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sal Tieri, 40, Shrewsbury, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;John Patrick Tierney, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ellen Tiesi, 38, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William R. Tieste, 54, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth F. Tietjen, 31, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Edward Tighe, 41, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott C. Timmes, 28, Ridgewood, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael E. Tinley, 56, Dallas, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer M. Tino, 29, Livingston, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Frank Tipaldi, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John J. Tipping, 33, Port Jefferson, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Tirado, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hector Luis Tirado, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Titolo, 34, Copiague, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John J. Tobin, 47, Kenilworth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Richard J. Todisco, 61, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir Tomasevic, 36, Etobicoke, Ontario, Canada&lt;br /&gt;Stephen K. Tompsett, 39, Garden City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Tong, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Azucena de la Torre, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Doris Torres, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Luis Eduardo Torres, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Amy E. Toyen, 24, Newton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher M. Traina, 25, Bricktown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Patrick Trant, 40, Northport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Abdoul Karim Traore, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn J. Travers, 53, Tenafly, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Walter (Wally) P. Travers, 44, Upper Saddle River, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Felicia Traylor-Bass, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa L. Trerotola, 38, Hazlet, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Karamo Trerra, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Trinidad, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Francis Joseph Trombino, 68, Clifton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory J. Trost, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William Tselepis, 33, New Providence, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Zhanetta Tsoy, 32, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Patrick Tucker, 40, Rumson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lance Richard Tumulty, 32, Bridgewater, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ching Ping Tung, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Simon James Turner, 39, London, England&lt;br /&gt;Donald Joseph Tuzio, 51, Goshen, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert T. Twomey, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Tzemis, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John G. Ueltzhoeffer, 36, Roselle Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Tyler V. Ugolyn, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael A. Uliano, 42, Aberdeen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan J. Uman, 33, Westport, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Anil Shivhari Umarkar, 34, Hackensack, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Allen V. Upton, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Diane Maria Urban, 50, Malverne, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Damien Vaccacio, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Bradley H. Vadas, 37, Westport, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;William Valcarcel, 54, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mayra Valdes-Rodriguez, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Felix Antonio Vale, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan Vale, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Santos Valentin, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Benito Valentin, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Del Valle, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Carlton Francis Valvo, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Raymond Vanacore, 29, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jon C. Vandevander, 44, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick T. Varacchi, 35, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Gopalakrishnan Varadhan, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Vargas, 46, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott C. Vasel, 32, Park Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Santos Vasquez, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Azael Ismael Vasquez, 21, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Arcangel Vazquez, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Anthony Vega, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sankara S. Velamuri, 63, Avenel, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Velazquez, 47, Passaic, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Veling, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony M. Ventura, 41, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David Vera, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Loretta A, Vero, 51, Nanuet, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Vialonga, 30, Demarest, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Gilbert Vianna, 23, Manhasset, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert A. Vicario, 40, Weehawken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Celeste Torres Victoria, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Vidal, 26, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John T. Vigiano, 36, West Islip, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Vincent Vigiano, 34, Medford, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Frank J. Vignola, 44, Merrick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph B. Vilardo, 44, Stanhope, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sergio Villanueva, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Chantal Vincelli, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Vincent, 28, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Francine A. Virgilio, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Virgilio, 38&lt;br /&gt;Joseph G. Visciano, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua S. Vitale, 28, Great Neck, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Maria Percoco Vola, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lynette D. Vosges, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Garo H. Voskerijian, 43, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Vukosa, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Wachtler, 25, Ramsey, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela Waisman, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy Alice Rosario Wakeford, 40, Freehold, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Courtney Wainsworth Walcott, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Wald, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Walker, 41, Suffern, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Glen J. Wall, 38, Rumson, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mitchel Scott Wallace, 34, Mineola, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Robert F. Wallace, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Roy Michael Wallace, 42, Wyckoff, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Peter G. Wallace, 66, Lincoln Park, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jean Marie Wallendorf, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Blake Wallens, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Wallice, 43, Huntington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara P. Walsh, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Walsh, 37, Scotch Plains, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Patrick Walz, 37, Tuckahoe, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ching H. Wang, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Weibin Wang, 41, Orangeburg, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Michael Warchola, 51, Middle Village, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Gordon Ward, 33, Gorham, Maine&lt;br /&gt;James A. Waring, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brian G. Warner, 32, Morganville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Derrick Washington, 33, Calverton, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Waters, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Thomas (Muddy) Waters, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Patrick J. Waters, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Watson, 39, Smithtown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael H. Waye, 38, Morganville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Walter E. Weaver, 30, Centereach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Todd C. Weaver, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Webb, 56, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Dinah Webster, 50, Port Washington, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Flora Weil, 39, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Weinberg, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Weinberg, 41, New City, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Jeffrey Weingard, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Weinstein, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Simon Weiser, 65, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David T. Weiss, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David M. Weiss, 41, Maybrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Michael Wells, 22, Redbridge, England&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Matthew Welty, 34, Yonkers, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Christian Hans Rudolf Wemmers, 43, San Francisco, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Ssu-Hui (Vanessa) Wen, 23, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Oleh D. Wengerchuk, 56, Centerport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Peter M. West, 54, Pottersville, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Whitfield West, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Meredith Lynn Whalen, 23, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Whelan, 31, Rockaway Beach, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John S. White, 48, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward James White, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;James Patrick White, 34, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth W. White, 50, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Anthony White, 57, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Malissa White, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne White, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adam S. White, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Leanne Marie Whiteside, 31, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Whitford, 31, Salisbury Mills, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael T. Wholey, 34, Westwood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Lenz Wieman, 43, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey David Wiener, 33, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William J. Wik, 44, Crestwood, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alison Marie Wildman, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Glenn Wilkinson, 46, Bayport, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John C. Willett, 29, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Patrick Williams, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Crossley Williams, 28, Uniondale, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David Williams, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Lynn Williams, 35, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Michael Williams, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Louis Calvin Williams, 53, Mandeville, La.&lt;br /&gt;Louie Anthony Williams, 44, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. John Williamson, 46, Warwick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Donna Wilson, 48, Williston Park, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;William E. Wilson, 58, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Wilson, 52, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;David H. Winton, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn J. Winuk, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Francis Wise, 43, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Alan L. Wisniewski, 47, Howell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Frank T. Wisniewski, 54, Basking Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;David Wiswall, 54, North Massapequa, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Sigrid Charlotte Wiswe, 41, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael R. Wittenstein, 34, Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher W. Wodenshek, 35, Ridgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Martin P. Wohlforth, 47, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Katherine S. Wolf, 40, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Seu Kueng Low Wong, 25, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Y. Wong, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Siu Cheung Wong, 34, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Yin Ping (Steven) Wong, 34, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Yuk Ping Wong, 47, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Brent James Woodall, 31, Oradell, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;James J. Woods, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Woods, 36, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Herron Woodwell, 44, Ho-Ho-Kus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. David Terence Wooley, 54, Nanuet, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Bentley Works, 36, Darien, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Michael Wortley, 29, Park Ridge, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Rodney James Wotton, 36, Middletown, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;William Wren, 61, Lynbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;John Wright, 33, Rockville Centre, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Neil R. Wright, 30, Asbury, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Wright, 57, Langhorne, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter Yambem, 41, Beacon, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Suresh Yanamadala, 33, Plainsboro, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew David Yarnell, 26, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Myrna Yaskulka, 59, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Shakila Yasmin, 26, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Olabisi L. Yee, 38, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edward P. York, 45, Wilton, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Patrick York, 41, Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Raymond York, 45, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Youmans, 60, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline (Jakki) Young, 37, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Barrington L. Young, 35, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Elkin Yuen, 32, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Zaccoli, 39, Valley Stream, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Adel Agayby Zakhary, 50, North Arlington, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Arkady Zaltsman, 45, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Edwin J. Zambrana, 24, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Alan Zampieri, 30, Saddle River, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Zangrilli, 36, Pompton Plains, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Ira Zaslow, 55, North Woodmere, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Albert Zelman, 37, Succasunna, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham J. Zelmanowitz, 55, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Morales Zempoaltecatl, 22, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Zhe (Zack) Zeng, 28, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Marc Scott Zeplin, 33, Harrison, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jie Yao Justin Zhao, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Ivelin Ziminski, 40, Tarrytown, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Zinzi, 37, Newfoundland, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Charles A. Zion, 54, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Julie Lynne Zipper, 44, Paramus, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore J. Zisa, 45, Hawthorne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Prokopios Paul Zois, 46, Lynbrook, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph J. Zuccala, 54, Croton-on-Hudson, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Steven Zucker, 27, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Igor Zukelman, 29, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN AIRLINES FLIGHT 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;American Airlines Flight 11, from Boston, Massachusetts, to Los Angeles, California, crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center with 92 people on board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barbara Arestegui, 38, Marstons Mills, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Collman, 41, Novato, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Sara Low, 28, Batesville, Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;Karen A. Martin, 40, Danvers, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;First Officer Thomas McGuinness, 42, Portsmouth, New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen Nicosia, 54, Winthrop, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;John Ogonowski, 52, Dracut, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Betty Ong, 45, Andover, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Jean Roger, 24, Longmeadow, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Snyder, 42, Westport, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Madeline Sweeney, 35, Acton, Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passangers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anna Williams Allison, 48, Stoneham, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;David Angell, 54, Pasadena, California&lt;br /&gt;Lynn Angell, 45, Pasadena, California&lt;br /&gt;Seima Aoyama, 48, Culver City, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Myra Aronson, 52, Charlestown, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Christine Barbuto, 32, Brookline, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn Beug, 48, Los Angeles, California&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Ann Booms, 24, Brookline, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Carol Bouchard, 43, Warwick, Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;Neilie Anne Heffernan Casey, 32, Wellesley, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Coombs, 42, Abington, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Tara Creamer, 30, Worcester, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Thelma Cuccinello, 71, Wilmot, New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Currivan, 52, Winchester, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Dale, 43, Warren, New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;David DiMeglio, 22, Wakefield, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Donald Americo DiTullio, 49, Peabody, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Albert Dominguez, 66, Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Paige Farley-Hackel, 46, Newton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Alex Filipov, 70, Concord, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Carol Flyzik, 40, Plaistow, N.H.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Friedman, 45, Belmont, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Karleton D.B. Fyfe, 31, Brookline, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Peter Gay, 54, Tewksbury, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Linda George, 27, Westboro, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Edmund Glazer, 41, Los Angeles, California&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Fenn Gordenstein, 41, Needham, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Peter Charles Curry Green, 34, Santa Monica, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Hashem, 40, Tewksbury, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Robert Hayes, 37, from Amesbury, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Edward (Ted) R. Hennessy, 35, Belmont, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;John A. Hofer, 45, Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Cora Hidalgo Holland, 52, of Sudbury, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Humber, 60, of Newton, Massachusetts,&lt;br /&gt;Waleed Iskandar, 34, London, England&lt;br /&gt;John Charles Jenkins, 45, Cambridge, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Edward Jones, 48, Bedford, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Robin Kaplan, 33, Westboro, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Keating, 72, Palm Springs, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;David P. Kovalcin, 42, Hudson, New Hampshire&lt;br /&gt;Judy Larocque, 50, Framingham, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Janis Lasden, 46, Peabody, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel John Lee, 34, Van Nuys, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel C. Lewin, 31, Charlestown, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Susan A. MacKay, 44, Westford, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Christopher D. Mello, 25, Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Mladenik, 43, Hinsdale, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Jesus Montoya Valdes, 46, East Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Alberto Montoya, 36, Bellmont, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Laura Lee Morabito, 34, Framingham, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Mildred Rose Naiman, 81, Andover, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Laurie Ann Neira, 48, Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Renee Newell, 37, of Cranston, Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;Jacqueline J. Norton, 61, Lubec, Maine&lt;br /&gt;Robert Grant Norton, 85, Lubec, Maine&lt;br /&gt;Jane M. Orth, 49, Haverhill, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Pecorelli, 31, of Los Angeles, California&lt;br /&gt;Berinthia Berenson Perkins, 53, Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Morales Puopolo, 58, of Dover, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;David E. Retik, 33, Needham, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Philip M. Rosenzweig, 47, Acton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Ross, 58, Newton, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Sachs, 22, Billerica, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Rahma Salie, 28, Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Heather Lee Smith, 30, Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas J. Stone, 54, Dover, N.H&lt;br /&gt;Xavier Suarez, 41, Chino Hills, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Theodoridis, 32, Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;James Trentini, 65, Everett, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Mary Trentini, 67, Everett, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;Pendyala Vamsikrishna, 30, Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Wahlstrom, 78, Kaysville, Utah&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Waldie, 46, Methuen, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;John Wenckus, 46, Torrance, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Candace Lee Williams, 20, Danbury, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Zarba, 47, Hopkinton, Massachusetts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN AIRLINES FLIGHT 77&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;American Airlines Flight 77, from Washington to Los Angeles, crashed into the Pentagon with 64 people aboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charles Burlingame, 51, Herndon, Va.&lt;br /&gt;David M. Charlebois, 39, Washington, D.C&lt;br /&gt;Michele Heidenberger, 57, Chevy Chase, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lewis, 38, Culpeper, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Lewis, 49, Culpeper, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;Renee A. May, 39, Baltimore, Md&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passengers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paul Ambrose, 32, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Yeneneh Betru, 35, Burbank, Calif&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane (MJ) Booth, 64, Falls Church, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Curtis Brown, 11, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne Calley, 42, San Martin, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;William Caswell, 54, Silver Spring, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Clark, 65, Columbia, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Zandra Cooper, Annandale, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Asia Cottom, 11, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;James Debeuneure, 58, Upper Marlboro, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Rodney Dickens, 11, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Dillard, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Droz, 52, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara G. Edwards, 58, Las Vegas, Nev.&lt;br /&gt;Charles S. Falkenberg, 45, University Park, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Falkenberg, 8, University Park, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Dana Falkenberg, 3, of University Park, Md.&lt;br /&gt;James Joe Ferguson, 39, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Wilson "Bud" Flagg, 63, Millwood, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Darlene Flagg, 63, Millwood, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Gabriel, 54, Great Falls, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Ian J. Gray, 55, Columbia, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Hall, 68, Rancho Palos Verdes, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Jack, 48, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Steven D. Jacoby, 43, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Ann Judge, 49, Great Falls, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Chandler Keller, 29, El Segundo, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Kennedy, 62, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia&lt;br /&gt;Norma Khan, 45, Reston, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Karen A. Kincaid, 40, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Dong Lee, 48, Leesburg, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Dora Menchaca, 45, of Santa Monica, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Newton, 38, Anaheim, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Olson, 45, Great Falls, Va&lt;br /&gt;Ruben Ornedo, 39, Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Penniger, 63, of Poway, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Robert R. Ploger, 59, Annandale, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa J. Raines, 42, Great Falls, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Todd Reuben, 40, Potomac, Maryland&lt;br /&gt;John Sammartino, 37, Annandale, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Diane Simmons, Great Falls, Va.&lt;br /&gt;George Simmons, Great Falls, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Mari-Rae Sopper, 35, Santa Barbara, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Speisman, 47, Irvington, N.Y&lt;br /&gt;Norma Lang Steuerle, 54, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Hilda E. Taylor, 62, Forestville, Md&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Taylor, 44, Reston, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Teague, 31, Fairfax, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie A. Whittington, 45, University Park, Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;John D. Yamnicky, 71, Waldorf, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Vicki Yancey, 43, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Shuyin Yang, 61, Beijing, China&lt;br /&gt;Yuguag Zheng, 65, Beijing, China &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNITED AIRLINES FLIGHT 175&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;United Airlines Flight 175, from Boston, Massachusetts, to Los Angeles, California, was the second hijacked plane to strike the World Trade Center, plowing into the south tower. Two pilots, seven flight attendants and 56 passengers were on board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robert Fangman, 33, Claymont, Del.&lt;br /&gt;Michael R. Horrocks, 38, Glen Mills, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Amy N. Jarret, 28, North Smithfield, R.I.&lt;br /&gt;Amy R. King, 29, Stafford Springs, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn L. LaBorie, 44, Providence, R.I.&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Gilles Padre Joseph Marchand, 44, Alamogordo, N.M.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Victor Saracini, 51, Lower Makefield Township, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Michael C. Tarrou, 38, Stafford Springs, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Nicole Titus, 28, San Francisco, Calif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passengers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alona Avraham, 30, Asdod, Israel.&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Edward (Ace) Bailey, 54, Lynnfield, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Bavis, 31, West Newton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Graham Andrew Berkeley, 37, Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Touri Bolourchi, 69, Beverly Hills, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Klaus Bothe, 31, Linkenheim, Baden-Wurttemberg, Germany&lt;br /&gt;Daniel R. Brandhorst, 41, Los Angeles, Calif&lt;br /&gt;David Reed Gamboa Brandhorst, 3, Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;John Brett Cahill, 56, Wellesley, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Christoffer Carstanjen, 33, Turner Falls, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;John (Jay) J. Corcoran, 43, Norwell, Mass&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Alma DeAraujo, 80, Long Beach, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Ana Gloria Pocasangre de Barrera, 49, San Salvador, El Salvador&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Frost, 22, Rancho Santa Margarita, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Gamboa, 33, Los Angeles, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Lynn Catherine Goodchild, 25, Attleboro, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Morgan Goodrich, 33, Sudbury, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Douglas A. Gowell, 52, Methuen, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;The Rev. Francis E. Grogan, 76, of Easton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Max Hammond, 37, Derry, N.H.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Hanson, 32, Groton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Sue Kim Hanson, 35, Groton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Christine Lee Hanson, 2, Groton, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Gerald F. Hardacre, 61, Carlsbad, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Eric Samadikan Hartono, 20, Boston, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;James E. Hayden, 47, Westford, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Herbert W. Homer, 48, Milford, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Adrien Jalbert, 61, Swampscott, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Francis Kershaw, 52, Manchester-by-the-Sea, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Heinrich Kimmig, 43, Willstaett, Germany&lt;br /&gt;Brian Kinney, 29, Lowell, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Robert George LeBlanc, 70, Lee, N.H.&lt;br /&gt;Maclovio Lopez, Jr., 41, Norwalk, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Marianne MacFarlane, MacFarlane, 34, Revere, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Louis Neil Mariani, 59, Derry, N.H.&lt;br /&gt;Juliana Valentine McCourt, 4, New London, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Magdaline McCourt, 45, New London, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang Peter Menzel, 59, Wilhelmshaven, Germany&lt;br /&gt;Shawn M. Nassaney, 25, Pawtucket, R.I.&lt;br /&gt;Marie Pappalardo, 53, Paramount, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Quigley, 40, of Wellesley, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Charles Rimmele, 32, Marblehead, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;James M. Roux, 43, Portland, Maine&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Sanchez, 45, Hudson, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kathleen Shearer, 61, Dover, N.H.&lt;br /&gt;Robert Michael Shearer, 63, Dover, N.H.&lt;br /&gt;Jane Louise Simpkin, 36, Wayland, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Brian D. Sweeney, 38, Barnstable, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Ward, 38, San Diego, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;William M. Weems, 46, Marblehead, Mass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNITED AIRLINES FLIGHT 93&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;United Airlines Flight 93, from Newark, New Jersey, to San Francisco, California, crashed in rural southwest Pennsylvania, with 45 people on board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lorraine G. Bay, 58, East Windsor, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra W. Bradshaw, 38, Greensboro, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Dahl, 43, Denver, Colo.&lt;br /&gt;Wanda Anita Green, 49, Linden, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy Homer, 36, Marlton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;CeeCee Lyles, 33, Fort Myers, Fla.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Welsh, 49, New York, N.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passengers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christian Adams, 37, Biebelsheim, Germany&lt;br /&gt;Todd Beamer, 32, Cranbury, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Alan Beaven, 48, Oakland, CA&lt;br /&gt;Mark K. Bingham, 31, San Francisco, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Deora Frances Bodley, 20, San Diego, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Marion Britton, 53, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas E. Burnett Jr., 38, San Ramon, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;William Cashman, 57, North Bergen, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Georgine Rose Corrigan, 56, Honolulu, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Cushing, 69, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Deluca, 52, Ledgewood, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Joseph Driscoll, 70, Manalapan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Edward P. Felt, 41, Matawan, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jane C. Folger, 73, Bayonne, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen Laura Fraser, 51, Elizabeth, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Garcia, 62, Portola Valley, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Glick, 31, Hewlett, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Grandcolas, 38, San Rafael, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Donald F. Greene, 52, Greenwich, Conn.&lt;br /&gt;Linda Gronlund, 46, Warwick, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Richard Guadagno, 38, of Eureka, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya Kuge, 20, Nishimidoriguoska, Japan&lt;br /&gt;Hilda Marcin, 79, Budd Lake, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Miller, 21, San Jose, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Louis J. Nacke, 42, New Hope, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Donald Arthur Peterson, 66, Spring Lake, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Jean Hoadley Peterson, 55, Spring Lake, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Waleska Martinez Rivera, 37, Jersey City, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Mark Rothenberg, 52, Scotch Plains, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Christine Snyder, 32, Kailua, Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;John Talignani, 72, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Honor Elizabeth Wainio, 27, Watchung, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Olga Kristin Gould White, 65, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentagon attack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Department of Defense reports a total of 125 service members, employees and contract workers died in the September 11 attack on the Pentagon building. An additional 64 people died aboard the hijacked American Airlines Flight 77, which crashed into the west side of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spc. Craig Amundson, 28, Fort Belvoir, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Rose Barnes, 27, Redlands, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;(Retired) Master Sgt. Max Beilke, 69, Laurel, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Kris Romeo Bishundat, 23, Waldorf, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Blagburn, 48, Temple Hills, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Col. Canfield D. Boone, 54, Clifton, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Donna Bowen, 42, Waldorf, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Allen Boyle, 30, Fredericksburg, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Lee Burford, 23, Hubert, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Martin Caballero, 21, Houston, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. 1st Class Jose Orlando Calderon-Olmedo, 44, Annandale, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Angelene C. Carter, 51, Forrestville, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Carver, 38, Waldorf, Md.&lt;br /&gt;John J. Chada, 55, Manassas, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Maria (Rosemary) Chapa, 64, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Julian Cooper, 39, Springdale, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Cmdr. Eric Allen Cranford, 32, Drexel, N.C.&lt;br /&gt;Ada M. Davis, 57, Camp Springs, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Gerald Francis Deconto, 44, Sandwich, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Col. Jerry Don Dickerson, 41, Durant, Miss.&lt;br /&gt;Johnnie Doctor, 32, Jacksonville, Fla.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Robert Edward Dolan, 43, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Cmdr. William Howard Donovan, 37, Nunda, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Cmdr. Patrick S. Dunn, 39, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Thomas Earhart, 26, Salt Lick, Ky.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Cmdr. Robert Randolph Elseth, 37, Vestal, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Lynn Fallon, 23, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia V. Fields, 36, Dumfries, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Gerald P. Fisher, 57, Potomac, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Michael Flocco, 21, Newark, Del.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra N. Foster, 41, Clinton, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lawrence Daniel Getzfred, 57, Elgin, Neb.&lt;br /&gt;Cortz Ghee, 54, Reisterstown, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda C. Gibson, 59, Falls Church, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Ron Golinski, 60, Columbia, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Diane M. Hale-McKinzy, 38, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn B. Halmon, 49, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Hein, 51, University Park, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Ronald John Hemenway, 37, Shawnee, Kan.&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Wallace Cole Hogan, 40, Fla.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmie Ira Holley, 54, Lanham, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Angela Houtz, 27, La Plata, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Brady K. Howell, 26, Arlington, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Peggie Hurt, 36, Crewe, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Col. Stephen Neil Hyland, 45, Burke, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Hymel, 55, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Maj. Lacey B. Ivory, 43, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Col. Dennis M. Johnson, 48, Port Edwards, Wis.&lt;br /&gt;Judith Jones, 53, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Brenda Kegler, 49, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Michael Scott Lamana, 31, Baton Rouge, La.&lt;br /&gt;David W. Laychak, 40, Manassas, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Lightbourn-Allen, 36, Hillside, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Steve Long, 39, Ga.&lt;br /&gt;James Lynch, 55, Manassas, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Terence M. Lynch, 49, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Nehamon Lyons, 30, Mobile, Ala.&lt;br /&gt;Shelley A. Marshall, 37, Marbury, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Martin, 45, Stafford, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Ada L. Mason, 50, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Col. Dean E. Mattson, 57, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Gen. Timothy J. Maude, 53, Fort Myer, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Robert J. Maxwell, 53, Manassas, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Molly McKenzie, 38, Dale City, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia E. (Patti) Mickley, 41, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Ronald D. Milam, 33, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Gerard (Jerry) P. Moran, 39, Upper Marlboro, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Odessa V. Morris, 54, Upper Marlboro, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Brian Anthony Moss, 34, Sperry, Okla.&lt;br /&gt;Ted Moy, 48, Silver Spring, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Cmdr. Patrick Jude Murphy, 38, Flossmoor, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Khang Nguyen, 41, Fairfax, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Allen Noeth, 30, New York, N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;Diana Borrero de Padro, 55, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Spc. Chin Sun Pak, 25, Lawton, Okla.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Jonas Martin Panik, 26, Mingoville, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Clifford L. Patterson, 33, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. J.G. Darin Howard Pontell, 26, Columbia, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Powell, 35, Silver Spring, Md.&lt;br /&gt;(Retired) Capt. Jack Punches, 51, Clifton, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph John Pycior, 39, Carlstadt, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Ramsaur, 45, Annandale, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda Rasmussen, 44, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Marsha Dianah Ratchford, 34, Prichard, Ala.&lt;br /&gt;Martha Reszke, 36, Stafford, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Cecelia E. Richard, 41, Fort Washington, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Edward V. Rowenhorst, 32, Lake Ridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Judy Rowlett, 44, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Robert E. Russell, 52, Oxon Hill, Md.&lt;br /&gt;William R. Ruth, 57, Mount Airy, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Charles E. Sabin, 54, Burke, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Marjorie C. Salamone, 53, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Col. David M. Scales, 44, Cleveland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Cmdr. Robert Allan Schlegel, 38, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Janice Scott, 46, Springfield, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Michael L. Selves, 53, Fairfax, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Marian Serva, 47, Stafford, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Cmdr. Dan Frederic Shanower, 40, Naperville, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Antoinette Sherman, 35, Forest Heights, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Don Simmons, 58, Dumfries, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryle D. Sincock, 53, Dale City, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Gregg Harold Smallwood, 44, Overland Park, Kan.&lt;br /&gt;(Retired) Lt. Col. Gary F. Smith, 55, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Patricia J. Statz, 41, Takoma Park, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Edna L. Stephens, 53, Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Maj. Larry Strickland, 52, Woodbridge, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Kip P. Taylor, 38, McLean, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra C. Taylor, 50, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Karl W. Teepe, 57, Centreville, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Tamara Thurman, 25, Brewton, Ala.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Cmdr. Otis Vincent Tolbert, 38, Lemoore, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Willie Q. Troy, 51, Aberdeen, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Cmdr. Ronald James Vauk, 37, Nampa, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Col. Karen Wagner, 40, Houston, Texas&lt;br /&gt;Meta L. Waller, 60, Alexandria, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Staff Sgt. Maudlyn A. White, 38, St. Croix, Virgin Islands&lt;br /&gt;Sandra L. White, 44, Dumfries, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest M. Willcher, 62, North Potomac, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Cmdr. David Lucian Williams, 32, Newport, Ore.&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Dwayne Williams, 40, Jacksonville, Ala.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin R. Woods, 57, Great Mills, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Wayne Yokum, 27, Lake Charles, La.&lt;br /&gt;Donald McArthur Young, 41, Roanoke, Va.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa L. Young, 36, Germantown, Md.&lt;br /&gt;Edmond Young, 22, Owings, Md.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included are victims for whom AP has confirmed the death with named local or federal government officials, the person's family, a named spokesman for the person's employer or a named funeral home official. In the case of confirmation by family members, victims are included when the family member is definitive that the person is dead or that the family considers the person dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/08/2004 1:26:29 AM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONFIRMED DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: 2948&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REPORTED DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REPORTED MISSING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: 2996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115803545183328332?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115803545183328332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115803545183328332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115803545183328332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115803545183328332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-remember.html' title='Today I Remember...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115760275696456408</id><published>2006-09-06T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:29:15.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness for Page Six!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/gossip/pagesix/instant_fizzle_pagesix_.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Instant Fizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115760275696456408?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115760275696456408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115760275696456408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115760275696456408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115760275696456408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-goodness-for-page-six.html' title='Thank Goodness for Page Six!'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115679230475370592</id><published>2006-08-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:05:17.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun &amp; Moon over the Hudson</title><content type='html'>So while I keep you all in suspense of the aforementioned blind date(s) that was to occur in my not so distant future (and did, indeedy occur... wink), here are a few pics of my company's summer outing. We set sail from Chelsea Piers last Thursday and although the forecast left a bit to be desired, we at least left dry land (actually not so dry at the time) to brave the wild winds and rolling waves of the Hudson River. Our crew ate and drank our way from Governor's Island to the GW Bridge... A grand feat we so greatly accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/IMG_2366.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/IMG_2366.7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/IMG_2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/IMG_2422.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/IMG_2429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/IMG_2429.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/IMG_2385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/IMG_2385.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/PICT0327.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/PICT0327.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/PICT0324a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/PICT0324a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/IMG_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/IMG_2463.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115679230475370592?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115679230475370592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115679230475370592&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115679230475370592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115679230475370592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/sun-moon-over-hudson.html' title='Sun &amp; Moon over the Hudson'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115569617961898683</id><published>2006-08-15T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:46:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blind Date or Not to Blind Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/B00004CVEG.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/B00004CVEG.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've always been the type of person who counts fate as a valuable reason for the comings and goings of different people in our lives. I've always trusted the universe to bring the right (or wrong) people my way and allow everything to happen in a natural order of occurance... Nothing faked or planned or forced or staged. Completely El Naturale for me, thank you. It's like John Mayer says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thats the way this wheel keeps turning..."&lt;/span&gt; And I fully believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was explaining to D-Roomie today on our walk home from work, I'm the type of gal who's destined to be walking down a New York City sidewalk, and just as I've taken a glance down at my pretty, shiny, high-heeled shoe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(though sadly no Manolo)&lt;/span&gt;, I've bumpbed into the most perfectly suitable stranger right before me. I've outright vowed never to type in the cheezy web address of say, match.com &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this doesn't count)&lt;/span&gt;, or post a tacky singles ad in the Village Voice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No way!&lt;/span&gt; Ick, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the problem these days there in lies in the fact that everyone and their damned mother thinks that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to be set up on a blind date. I'm talking friends, co-workers, parents, neighbors, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wince)&lt;/span&gt;, even my doorman. It's like someone has stamped a big sign on my head that shouts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SINGLE!"&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention that they honestly believe I can't find the right man on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends actually came up to me the other day with the notion that he had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"most perfect guy"&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do you say that?"&lt;/span&gt; I asked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because, well... I was just thinking... He's a single guy in his late twenties in Manhattan... and your a single girl right? You've never spoken of having a boyfriend right now or anything. So I was just thinking... You two would be PERFECT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiight. Great. So judging on the notion that I don't have a damned ring on my finger yet I'm perfect for any single dude in a 10 mile radius of Manhattan that isn't boning another chick on a regular basis. Yup, sounds about right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, receiving all sorts of unsolicited text messages, vm's and emails from all eligable bachelors rounded up by my network of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Loved Ones"&lt;/span&gt; and I feel like some sort of bait being dangled before swarming sharks. Okay, okay, maybe that is a little harsh of a statement... But I do feel like my single life has somehow been offered up on a platter, being coaxed against all cosmic odds to fight the El Naturale and conform to a tragic set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if that's just not me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115569617961898683?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115569617961898683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115569617961898683&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115569617961898683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115569617961898683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-blind-date-or-not-to-blind-date.html' title='To Blind Date or Not to Blind Date'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115405082509857091</id><published>2006-07-27T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:16:03.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Mix of Summer</title><content type='html'>Okay... So I have been a little out of the e-loop for the past few weeks, warped for some reason with an overwhelming, non-blogging sensation whenever the idea of pawing away at my keyboard comes to surface. But I'm here... Finally surfacing in Alanna Land, and shueing that overwhelming feeling I have to turn and run from my chrome mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in the city. Can any other sentence hit me with such disgust and hatred at this very moment? I'm talking hot gusts, humid blasts and pungent, sour smells that could make any urban dweller dodge and take refuge from their sacred city sidewalks. It's days like these that I wish I was one of those bohemian trust fund babies and could magically toss myself on a glorious yatch to set sail in the Mediterranean while the summer months escape me... But I'm here... In Manhattan... Braving it like the rest of the hard working New Yorkers who love the city just enough to stay during these spiteful days...And in a 3 piece (sweat drenched) suite. It is the American way, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I have an outlet. A sublime escape when the weekend hits. This year its been discovered by a handful of my closest friends and it seems I always have some company on my Friday afternoon quest to the North Shore or the Bay where we unwind in the peace and quiet of the private beach or sip cocktails in the salty breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/66204868410_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/66204868410_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/131734820206_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/131734820206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/211644820206_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/211644820206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/471964820206_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/471964820206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/963454820206_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/963454820206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/37204868410_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/37204868410_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/39204868410_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/39204868410_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/99204868410_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/99204868410_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115405082509857091?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115405082509857091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115405082509857091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115405082509857091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115405082509857091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-in-mix-of-summer.html' title='Lost in the Mix of Summer'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115154467006870936</id><published>2006-06-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:01:34.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team LC Raises It To 'The Hills'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/060617_tv_hills_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/060617_tv_hills_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/060615insider2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/060615insider2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are well into our 4th episode of the HOT HOT new spinoff of Laguna Beach, being completely carried by none other than my girl LC, and I must say: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meeee lovey!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've introduced completely new characters, as the show follows Lauren Conrad's life after Laguna and brings us to L.A. to see her experience her first slice of the professional world at Teen Vogue while hitting the fashion classes hard &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(don't forget the L.A. nightlife too, duh!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you haters who &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; Kristen was going to make her move....Mmmm, I wouldn't wager my new Michael Kors on it, because even if the Jessica Simpson wanna-be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; making a cameo in some dumb horror flick, I doubt she'll hold the interest of a raptured audience long enough to stun them with her "acting capabilities"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least LC keeps it real. Tune in tonight at the 10-spot for proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;A.joy OUT./span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115154467006870936?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115154467006870936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115154467006870936&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115154467006870936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115154467006870936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/team-lc-raises-it-to-hills.html' title='Team LC Raises It To &apos;The Hills&apos;'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-115086206826017203</id><published>2006-06-20T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T06:23:34.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats How I Work the Day Away in the Merry Old Land of... Manhattan!</title><content type='html'>In the past 3 months, I've been diligently working away, memorizing new rules to live by in the advertising world, adhering to fanatic deadlines, appeasing egos and embracing the world of Manhattan real estate in it's most sublime light (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if such a thing is actually possible&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving every strand of pivotal information. Every new article I read in the New York Times. Every deadline I cart my ass around to make. Every new client I shake hands with. I'm falling head over heals... (And surprisingly it has nothing to do with a man (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le sigh&lt;/span&gt;)... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another crucial reason I am loving my daily jaunts around the office is because of the people I encounter on a regular basis. The characters I call my co-workers whom I embrace with smiles are just that; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt;. I believe I could take every one of their personalities and use it to write my own mini-series of "The Office". It is THAT good... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have found a new calling... I may be forced by the powers from above (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and below... and basically just some magical force forcing me&lt;/span&gt;) to write a mini-biography of someone I feel to be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exeptional&lt;/span&gt;". I will do my best to capture the true essence of their spirit, conviction and persona, and hopefully it will make for some riveting and enthralling words. Maybe, anyway... I'm not setting off to affend, that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days the hours fly and before I know it, 6 o'clock has arrived and I'm eagerly poking my head into my boss' office. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy your evvvveningggg!&lt;/span&gt;" I say in a sugar-coated, upward burst. I only hope she has a hankering for sweets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-115086206826017203?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/115086206826017203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=115086206826017203&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115086206826017203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/115086206826017203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-how-i-work-day-away-in-merry-old.html' title='Thats How I Work the Day Away in the Merry Old Land of... Manhattan!'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114981944190878158</id><published>2006-06-08T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:24:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Not Have Been "That Guest"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I sure as heck was "That Bridesmaid"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/amanda_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/amanda_10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/amanda_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/amanda_13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/amanda_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/amanda_42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/amanda_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/amanda_25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/alannaloeffler/Desktop/1844-m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/1842-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/1842-m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/1844-m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/1844-m.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114981944190878158?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114981944190878158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114981944190878158&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114981944190878158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114981944190878158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-may-not-have-been-that-guest.html' title='I May Not Have Been &quot;That Guest&quot;...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114956798952438633</id><published>2006-06-05T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:30:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm not posting much these days... I think my goal for the summer is post at least once a week. Anyway, it is official. 4LC moves to NYC mid-June. My mind is in shambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea what think of the situation. I mean, I know this was nothing he planned or set up... It is just a random twist of fate, something you'd witness while watching 'Serendipity' or 'When Harry Met Sally', or maybe even a cheesey episode of 'Dawson's Creek'. But its real and its happening... in just a few short weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speaking to M.Roy the other day and asked her: how can someone feel absolutely NO emotion what-so-ever for a situation that should hit me so hard? How can I be so utterly indifferent and detached right now about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I speak to 4LC its like there are no more words to say... Nothing left of me to offer up. I'm entirely happy for him and the success he's found over the past year and a half of our seperate existances... But how in the hell can I feel so completely immune to someone that used to spark such fireworks in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wonder if I am really human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I was a bridesmaid in one of my friend's wedding. I looked at the happy couple with such envy and rapture and amazement. Its not often I witness such love between two people and I felt no shame eyeing their every thoughtful gaze at one and other. It was breathtaking and foreign to me at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me wonder... It made me question... It made me yearn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114956798952438633?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114956798952438633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114956798952438633&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114956798952438633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114956798952438633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/06/sparks.html' title='Sparks'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114843992758837298</id><published>2006-05-23T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:35:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certainty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/flower%20rims%20source.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/flower%20rims%20source.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I lay, propped up with an ice pack on my back, pillow under my thighs with a look of panic and pain across my shimmering face. Boy have I really overdone it this time. Along with my new ambitions for spring come a new energetic attitude... a new me! Well, at least that was my attitude a day or so ago. Now I'm laying here in the aftermath, paying for those extra 5.5 miles and ab-tastic marathons I thought I could so quickly shove my meager little inept body into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I lay, with nothing much to do but scan a book so large it makes me want to hurl it out the window and write my own plot, I begin to wander... day dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me today, "A.Joy, don't you ever wonder what it would be like if you had ended up somewhere else? Not that you've 'ended up' anywhere, I mean we are only 26 years old and have so much ahead of us, but don't you wonder what it would be like, what YOU'D be like, if you had picked a different place to live? Settled after college in a completely new place? Where you'd be in your career, friends, life, etc.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question got me thinking... "No M-Roy. I never think that. For me, this is my clean slate. This is where I was always meant to be. This place is mine, and there is nowhere else I'd rather be." It was one of the only things I've ever said with conviction and certainty and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4LC was in town yesterday. I was right not to take his plans too seriously last week. He came Sunday but didn't make it into Manhattan until yesterday... and only stayed long enough for a quick glance at the Empire State before heading back home. We didn't see eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining... It would have been rushed, and awkward, and I wouldn't have wanted it that way. That is not the way I have it playing out in my head, although part of the reason that I'd even want to see him again is to see what would happen... How I'd/he'd feel. But anyway, he let me know that he thinks it's in the bag. He believes he will be back, soon, and for a more permanent amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie here... It freaks me out. I've never thought of him coming back to the place that I call my own so certainly and have it now mean that it is his too. I've never pictured him residing in the same city and walking the same crowded streets, breathing the same urban air under such drasticly changed circumstances. It had just never crossed my mind that I'd have to share it all again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life throws you off course... I thought I had it figured out. Had ME figured out... Had my place and my world sorted. I guess that even when you think you can be so certain, so sure, there is always a chance that you will wind up puzzled, outlook hazy... and a stabbing pain right in your back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114843992758837298?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114843992758837298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114843992758837298&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114843992758837298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114843992758837298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/certainty.html' title='Certainty?'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114766446044767563</id><published>2006-05-14T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:27:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regaining the Strength...</title><content type='html'>So I know I've been MIA recently... I don't know why, but for some reason it's been impossible for me to finish a post... End a train of thought... Put a period at the end of a sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be about my fifth attempt in the past two weeks to write something worth reading... or at least write something worth posting... At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call yesterday from 4LC. I haven't heard from him in a while, not that I've contacted him lately either. He told me that this time it was true. He was coming to the city for two days this week for interviews at new firms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has spoken these words to me before. Told me a few times in the past year and six months that he was coming back to New York. That he would be leaving the confines of the north-north east to brave the big metropolis and come into contact with familiar stomping grounds, old feelings... his past... Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each time I believed him, having mixed feelings and anticipating his arrival. Trying to figure out what it would be like to see him again and witness what was to be my true emotions when coming into his contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt as though everything is so up in the air, that it could only take a meeting to help decifer what it is I am truly experiencing where he is concerned... That if I saw him just one more time, I would have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet each time that I heard that he was coming into town, I would muster up the courage and preparation only to find that it was mostly musings, and not concrete plans to be counted on at all. It began to only remind me of past feelings of disdain, and it soon became easy for me to brush it all aside and regain focus on the happenings back in my current world, here in Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time he sounded different. Like the wheels were already in motion for him to not only visit New York this week, but that he would be coming back... Returning. Living. Here. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting off the phone with him I began to think long and hard about this, and how it could affect my life if he were to return. Surprisingly, this was not anything I had ever considered before... That he would ever return to the place that had once left him shaken, empty and so unsure. Truthfully, when I think about it, it now begins to make perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find a weakness within myself, I do all that I can to combat it, in full force until it becomes a strength. Why not, then, would 4LC not want to come back and prove his worth, a million times over, and show this city what he's really made of. Find his comfort zone in a place that once shook him to the core and challenged his every fiber. That is, if he's not just once again musing of such intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I intending for these writings to be a challenge? Honestly no, I never intended my words to come off that way... I am merely rambling... My thoughts placed out before me... For something to read... And maybe, here or there, a few finished sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114766446044767563?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114766446044767563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114766446044767563&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114766446044767563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114766446044767563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/05/regaining-strength.html' title='Regaining the Strength...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114601831591471049</id><published>2006-04-25T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:09:03.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for the Calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/Night%20Storm%20From%20Lake%20-%20June%202003%20-0015A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/Night%20Storm%20From%20Lake%20-%20June%202003%20-0015A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a single gal in the big city with a new full-time job to keep me immersed, not to mention friends and co-workers who enjoy peer-pressuring me out on week nights for a cocktail (or 4), it isn't often that I am able to experience the calm after the storm. Nope, here in Manhattan it is more likely the tornado after the storm that is to be acquainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always considered myself a fairly level-headed, down to earth, semi-introvert who has always embraced and welcomed solo time... Meeee time. However the past few weeks seem to be such a whirl-wind of activities, outtings and people, that I find it hard to keep track of where my life has gone and even more so, where the crap the TIME has gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just about the first of May and I see that Spring is in full swing here. Colorful tulips border city streets and budding cherry blossoms give off a tender, candied smell as they sway in the roaring breeze of midtown. The old nursery rhyme is certainly ringing true, May flowers are in the works, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of these subtle hints of nature poking throug this concrete labarynth, you'd think I would have made plenty of time to "stop and smell the roses". Yet here I haphazardly sit, typing away at my keyboard after countless days and weeks of absence in oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here marks a new  declaration: I have finally decided to put my foot down and expose the calm after the hurricane of activities that has been my life for the past several weeks and sit in peace. Nothing but my box fan rotating in the corner and the unobtrusive, vague resonance of commuters making way on the FDR to distract me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've even put the trusty iPod into hibernation and ran sans songs on my daily jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? I'm not kidding around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114601831591471049?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114601831591471049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114601831591471049&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114601831591471049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114601831591471049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-for-calm.html' title='Time for the Calm'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114464618266262996</id><published>2006-04-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:25:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's A Bachelorette?</title><content type='html'>Panda: The Star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/panda_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/panda_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114464618266262996?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114464618266262996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114464618266262996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464618266262996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464618266262996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/whos-bachelorette.html' title='Who&apos;s A Bachelorette?'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114464707791088058</id><published>2006-04-09T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:31:17.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Politely Posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/panda_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/panda_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114464707791088058?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114464707791088058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114464707791088058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464707791088058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464707791088058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/politely-posing.html' title=''/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114464700889987830</id><published>2006-04-09T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:37:28.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D-Roomie &amp; Ajoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/panda_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/panda_12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114464700889987830?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114464700889987830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114464700889987830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464700889987830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464700889987830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/d-roomie-ajoy.html' title=''/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114464691919107757</id><published>2006-04-09T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:28:39.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Single Cowgirls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/panda_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/panda_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114464691919107757?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114464691919107757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114464691919107757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464691919107757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114464691919107757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/single-cowgirls.html' title=''/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114401956345488166</id><published>2006-04-02T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:46:53.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/43164-view-from-central-park-reservoirskyline-of-manhattan-from-the-park-new-york-united-states.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/43164-view-from-central-park-reservoirskyline-of-manhattan-from-the-park-new-york-united-states.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I am admitting it. Putting it on paper, and even allowing myself to agree. Sure I've ran for the past 9 years or so, but I was also always the slacker... The one you'd have to watch in cross country practice after school when the coach would send the team off in groups to hit the trails at a comfortable pace. There I'd be, hanging out with a few other motionless "joggers" behind the clearing in the woods, shooting the breeze and gulping up the last of my gaterade that I didn't necesarily need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after high school and college passed by and there were no more "practices" or loud-mouthed coaches to keep me moving, something interesting happened... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I actually ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, so I'm not exactly fast. Infact, I always offer up the courtesy of explaining to my jogging parnter on any given day that I'm pretty damn slow. But I'm out there, moving, no one to motivate me but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year something terrible happened-- I lost my motivation. For the past 3 or 4 months I've been immobile, inert, and allowing my white-girl booty to morph into something involving the term "ghetto"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why I stopped or what it was that blew out my flame, but for some reason I just couldn't prompt myself to get off the couch and take measures in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City today was beautiful... 68 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I put on my squeaky clean kicks and wrapped my iPod around my white hoodie clad arm. Out the door I went and after a quick stretch I (slowly) made my way up to Central Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like it used to be... It was laborious on my hips, taxing on my ankles and a huge challenge for me not to walk. I got up to the reservoir and took some time to stretch out. I could already tell where I'd be sore later. I pushed myself on and completed the whole lap, continuing out and back towards mid-town in the direction I had come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day 1. I'm a beginner all over again... Let a new spring begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114401956345488166?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114401956345488166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114401956345488166&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114401956345488166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114401956345488166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-runner.html' title='I&apos;m A Runner'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114351300465628137</id><published>2006-03-27T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:12:52.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0010_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0010_5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the restaurant in my squeaky clean threads and was seated at the table that was to be mine for the duration of the trip, I was completely alone. The waiters asked me if I was indeed by myself and thought they were dilerious, making faces at me like I had 5 heads when I said yes. It was a little awkward but at the same time, I was sort of okay with it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else showed up at my table that night, nor the next. I began dining alone as there was no reason to wait. Ordered myself a hearty glass of red wine and went through the courses (6 by the way, thats the way it goes on a cruise ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receiving the second course--beef consumme, an older woman, appearing in her mid 50's and extremely healthy looking, came over to my table. She asked if I was dining alone, and if so, if I'd like to join her table next to mine. I smiled and said yes, I would love to. And proceeded to take my wine and soup over to the nearby table. It was very nice of them, and something I now see that they would have done for anyone in my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were 3 woman from Colorado, a mother and her two daughters. One daughter had just graduated high school, and her step-sister was a junior at William &amp; Mary. Two tan, stocky gentlemen were also at the table, and were partners from Miami. We all had a terrific meal together (I had the veal). A few awkward silences exchanged by people just getting to know each other but still, much less silence than what I would have experienced dining solo my first night on-board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout our conversation, I learned that Colorado, specifically Boulder, was an extremely health-conscious town and was actually not entirely freezing all 365 days of the year. The men from Miami had both lived in NY before and told me a few of their horror stories and fairytales working and living in Brooklyn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I went straight back to my cabin. I was exhausted after such an emotional and eventful solo day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114351300465628137?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114351300465628137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114351300465628137&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114351300465628137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114351300465628137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-supper.html' title='The First Supper'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114297950789661561</id><published>2006-03-21T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:26:21.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in NYC with a Tan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/582173624305_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/582173624305_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114297950789661561?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114297950789661561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114297950789661561&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114297950789661561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114297950789661561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-in-nyc-with-tan.html' title='Back in NYC with a Tan!'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114278394062399941</id><published>2006-03-19T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:52:53.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Smooth Sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew in very early for the big bon voyage. I was tired, working on zero hours of sleep the night before and dozed off plenty of times on the plane over. After the long embarkation lines and confirmations, I made my way to my cabin. Everything about the trip so far reminded me of 4-LC and our journey we took 3 years ago to the Caribbean. It was exactly like this. The ship was so similar; the entertainment, the views, even the cabin was comparable, although not as nice. This one didn't have a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to my cabin, and my cell phone stopped working, I panicked. I felt entirely cut off from everyone, and more alone than ever before. It wasn't helping that the scenery was making me miss 4-LC emmensly. I cried good and hard. It may very well have been the first time I've had a good cry over it all since it happened over a year ago. I guess the reality of my surroundings brought it all to surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I fell asleep, listening to classic jazz music which often comforts me. That 'old New York' feeling always seems to remind me of familiarity. I must have slept for over 3 hours because I was awoken to a maid who had entered the room and was unlocking the mini bar in my cabin. I thanked her and explained myself for my slumber. Which, looking back I think is silly... Why did I feel the need to explain my exhaustion? I guess because all of the other guests were running around like children in a candy store clutching frozen tropical concoctions, way too excited to be napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I finally awoke we were just beginning to set sail. I quickly washed my face, grabbed my camera and ventured out onto the main deck of the ship. After snapping a few pictures of the scenary I noticed an exotic-looking, skinny blonde in front of me lighting a cigarette. She looked around my age, or even younger. She came and sat down next to me and it appeared to me that she was looking to have a conversation. I turned to face her and preceded to ask her if she had ever been on a cruise before. She smiled as she turned to me at the same time and said she was about to ask me that exact question. I told her I had  been before with my Ex and that this time I was traveling alone. She smiled and said she was here with her husband, it was their first cruise and that she expected a younger crowd. I agreed and then she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around a bit, registered my credit card and sat down in another main area outside. I received a text message from 4-LC. My phone worked for about a minute more before losing signal again. It saved my life at that moment.  "Great to hear from u before ur cruise. Have such a great time &amp; I'll be thinking about u out there on ur own. Talk 2 u very soon. Bon voyage Lan!" I hesitated whether or not to respond. I knew I didn't have to, since I had spoken to him earlier. But I wanted him to know how I felt. I responded " Thx, that is comforting to know.." I also got a text from Nelly- happy and carefree as usual. A picture of him sticking out his tongue in response to a picture of the ship leaving port which I had just quickly sent to a few friends. At the bottom of his picture read "Blueberries"... What a nut. I won't mention it should have said "Raspberries". At least it helped to cheer my up as I was feeling so alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114278394062399941?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114278394062399941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114278394062399941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114278394062399941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114278394062399941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-so-smooth-sailing.html' title='Not So Smooth Sailing'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114231277399410422</id><published>2006-03-13T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:26:02.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bioluminescent Kayak Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0010_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0010_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We set out on the Bioluminescent Night Kayaking trip in San Juan after docking at the pier in Puerto Rico that evening. Driving by all the housing projects and condos, I came to the realization of how well I have it in New York, living my life in such ease and luxury compared to other people. My latest worries circle around ever owning my own beautiful home, while in the interim living in splendor, and here others are barely scraping by, having trouble paying the rent in their project of an apartment. And this is all they know. There were bars up to the roof on the balconies and windows of every home that we passed. I  was amazed and shocked at once. The bus trip on the way to the kayaks was an awakening, but there were some spectacular views and sights that will forever be ingrained in my mind with feelings of total serenity and escapism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to an area where the road became extremely narrow and winding. Immediately to one side was the Caribbean sea, with palms swaying and waves crashing on white sandy beaches that seemed to overflow onto the tiny two lane road. Directly on the opposite side were lush green vines and tropical forests with the ocassional snack shack serving up fried plantains and fritters. It gave me that off-the-beaten-path, miles from ordinary sort of feeling, you know, the deserted virgin island. It screamed 'Corona'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the bay about 2 hours later. It was around 9 in the evening and dark, but there was a surprisingly warm breeze blowing through the air. We grouped up into partners for double kayaks and I teamed up with a lady named Jann from Tampa, who was on the cruise with her son and his wife along with the in-laws. She was a bold, cheerful woman with short white hair, who seemed very naturey and adventurous; we got along great. Although it had been some time since in a kayak for both of us, we sinked up our paddling rhythm immediately. I was in th back seat which meant I was to steer, and as Jann kept up her paddling, I would drag my stick in the water to determine directions or double paddle on one side to move us away from obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among our excursion group was an italian couple, a french couple and a german couple, along with Jann's son and wife. Everyone felt bad for the Germans, who missed the entire mini-lesson before the ride due to language barriers, and were sent out to the open sea to fend for themselves (or by chance, decifer our flailing arm movements and loud voices when they started moving in the wrong direction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an explorer set out on a tropical safari, as we paddled through the narrow waterways with a blanket of stars above us and a half moon in the sky to guide the way. There were sounds of our paddles splashing the water with every stroke to compliment the light hum of saccadas and an ocassional snapping of a tree branch which seemed to echo through the narrow creeks. The thick roots from the trees on our sides protruded out into the water, and their heavy vines created a delightful canopy of dangling leaves all around us. The only thing that freaked me out about this, was the mention of sleeping iguanas on the tree branches above, and I prayed that none felt too relaxed to loosen their grip on their beds of bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were beginning to aclamate ourselves to these small wonders making up our environment, a new breathtaking component was quickly added to our sensories. As I watched my paddle dip into the shallow waters a sudden glow erupted from underneath, following as it made its way to the surface! It was like someone had poured the content of a glow stick in the water and the substance was being splashed around to disipate. It immediately reminded me of one of my most favorite movies "The Beach" with Leonardo DeCaprio who plays a young traveler stumbling upon an exotic and deserted tropical beach. There is a scene where he and the girl, Francoise, go night swimming in a lagoon. With every kick of their feet and stroke of their arms, the plankton and the phosphorus, when agitated, brings about the most stunning light deep from within the waters. This is exactly what I was experiencing in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually emerged from the narrow water ways to see a stretch of an open lagoon before us. Complete with mangroves casing the waters edge, the view was spectacular. You could see where other kayakers had been by the trail of glowing water behind them. I dipped my hand in the water and brought up a cupful to let trickle down my forearm and elbow. As it ran, I could see streaks of glowing plankton, which came and went like tiny bursts of lightening. I was in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back in the opposite direction was much easier, as there was a current that moved us along at a fast speed. Before we knew it, we were back to where we started and ready to do the whole adventure again, although I'm sure my sore arm muscles would have objected. After changing out of wet clothes and grabbing some snacks we were headed back to the shelter of our luxurious cruise ship to be lulled asleep by the slight, gentle rock of the waves beneath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114231277399410422?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114231277399410422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114231277399410422&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114231277399410422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114231277399410422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/bioluminescent-kayak-trip.html' title='Bioluminescent Kayak Trip'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114148494242803241</id><published>2006-03-04T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T07:37:58.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An M-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0028_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0028_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I couldn't go to Maui due to lack of time (my original plan for when quiting my job), and the cruise is not for a few more days, we have decided to make this Saturday an M-Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it is because my Mother has been away in Costa Rica for the past week and a half and she desperately wants to catch up with her favorite daughter before she takes off for the tropical unknown (read that: before she is never seen or heard from again, according to my Mom's rants and raves over the past 2 days with me traveling solo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I sit, eagerly anticipating her arrival in on the 10.13am LIRR. Crazy enough, M-Days are starting to become a sacred ritual around these parts and I am actually beginning to (gag) cherish them. Okay, okay, maybe it has something to do with the endless shopping trip we can always manage to take, or the tasty delights we can always manage to inhale at a classy NYC restaurant, but I like to think it has something to do with spending some quality (crazy) time with the nutty lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a pic of an M-Day gone horribley adrift... Mainly due to my Brother crashing the fun and heading us in the direction of an old pub house in the East Village... After a few pints it all begins to get hazy. But a good time was still (surprisingly) had by all... And I don't even think my Mom declared anyone an alcoholic that day, so another added bonus (and there were quite a few pints around our table)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-Day: Mom, Mexican, Movie, Macy's, Mariachi, Men?, Miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114148494242803241?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114148494242803241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114148494242803241&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114148494242803241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114148494242803241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/03/m-day.html' title='An M-Day'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114116102511642539</id><published>2006-02-28T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:23:06.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin' for a Bruisin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/0092%20Clouds%20on%20Dinner%20Cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/0092%20Clouds%20on%20Dinner%20Cruise.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it has been fully established that I have quite my job; up and left a place of employment that has been carrying my 2.5 years of existance in Manhattan... What &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll tell you what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; girl is to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Book a cruise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just any cruise here people- A cruise set to sail to the tropical (and magical) Caribbean! I'm talking Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, oh and don't forget some Bahamas thrown in for good measure! I was totally excited! That is, until I told my mother about my plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your going WHERE ALONE????" I can hear her words echoing in my mind. High pitched, loud, but not quite a scream. "But MOM, I'm an INDEPENDANT WOMAN! I can take care of myself and I've been wanting to do something like this for a long time now!" I felt my voice start to crack as I resorted back to the days of being 6 years old and whimpering as I awaited my parents permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALANNA&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;- It is NOT a good idea for you to be doing this on your own... You are going to make me worry like MAD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was she right? Can I handle this trip alone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to second guess everything I had just planned. Thoughts of water sport accidents without travel insurance, and beings stranded at a far off port as the cruise ship quietly sailed away... or even being attacked by a stranger on a dark chilly, windy night began to seize and corrupt my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; have I gotten myself into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114116102511642539?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114116102511642539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114116102511642539&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114116102511642539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114116102511642539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/cruisin-for-bruisin.html' title='Cruisin&apos; for a Bruisin&apos;?'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114100239199570229</id><published>2006-02-26T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:02:33.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Strength</title><content type='html'>It's sorta crazy when you can see your life changing course before your eyes. When you realize that things from this day forward will be different, and that you are the one who is responsible for such drastic changes that are taking place. Crazy indeed... and extremely wonderful. Maybe I'm still basking in the awe of the fact that I am strong enough to make an important decision for myself... Maybe I just can't seem to get over it all... Or maybe I am just really proud of the choices I've made for myself so far. I think that this past year especially has brought about a lot of changes where I am continually reminded of my inner strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently decided to change jobs. I've been stuck in a bit of rutt for the past few months where work is concerned. I thought I could shake it by adding to current responsibilities and taking on new tasks. I even spoke to my boss about my feelings and he agreed that I should try something new. He offered me a new role in the company and  I hoped it was what I was looking for. But a little over a month after doing so I still felt clouded, empty, and not quite in the right niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resigned on Friday. I didn't know how it would all turn out.  If I'd be scolded for wasting someone's time, or praised for all the hard work I've put in to date. I was pleasantly surprised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here? I've been asking myself this question all weekend. I think I have some idea... One that involves white sandy beaches and frozen pina coladas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the long run? Well maybe its time for me to get on that 10 year plan I've been putting off creating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114100239199570229?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114100239199570229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114100239199570229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114100239199570229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114100239199570229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/inner-strength.html' title='Inner Strength'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-114032746045499632</id><published>2006-02-18T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:43:25.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old Am I?</title><content type='html'>It was the year Ronald Reagan came to grace our nation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year we lost a valued life of a musician-philosopher donning infamous round glasses and a long narrow nose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Nicholson portrayed an abusive husband with a psychic son in a twisted horror flick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The public read of the legendary Alfred Hitchkock in the obituaries section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day that Mark Twain published his beloved Huckleberry Finn Adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day the first 3D movie opened in New York...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my birth date with John Travolta, Toni Morrison, George Kennedy &amp; Molly Ringwald (although different years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Old Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-114032746045499632?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/114032746045499632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=114032746045499632&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114032746045499632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/114032746045499632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-old-am-i.html' title='How Old Am I?'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113008897827065584</id><published>2006-02-10T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:12:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting To 100...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/al_1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/al_1%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posted ages ago, I'm reviving (&amp; updating) the top 100 thangs about Moi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to be a natural blonde...Now I'm just a bottle blonde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was younger I hated my name, now I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was named after an Irish Steaksauce bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Alanna means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Precious little one"&lt;/span&gt; in Gailic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can eat like a bitch! Seriously...I out eat my Brother and all X-Boyfriends! Take me to a buffet and prepare to be amazed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like imported beer. My favorite so far is Leffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish I had a bigger rack and skinny-minny arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm a brown eyed girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A lot of my life I have been afraid that people are always judging me. Sometimes that makes me feel small and claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have trichotillomania! (twirl my hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love the way bracelets and watches look on thin wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have a purse fetish! (however I am NOT a shoe gal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My parents were divorced when I was younger...I still can't remember how old I was when it happened, but do remember the day my Dad left our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a huge soft spot for my Brother, I love him. (even tho we used to beat the crap out of each other when we were small!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I still have no idea what I want to do "when I grow up". But maybe these days I'm starting to get a bit of direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm with A.Star on wanting to get back into painting mode. I havent done it in ages but I am good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a life long tug of war going on between loving logical mathmatics and numbers, and being a creative soul. I have yet to find my niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I consider myself shy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I will NEVER be able to do the e-dating thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I don't get politics (but I try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I wish I was a child of the 60's &amp; 70's, when kids actually gave a shit about war and country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I love my Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My Mom is my friend (even though she is CRAZY!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am all about my family (even though they are ALL CRAZY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am a cat lover. But also want 2 dogs (tiny terrier and big golden retriever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I am an extremely loyal and affectionate person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I am smart, yet often say stupid, "blonde-moment" things so that girls &amp;amp; friends are not intimidated by me. (I also think it can be funny &amp; clever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I can be full of confidence one moment, even conceided at times, and the next, be timid and  self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I love a good slice of New York pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I will eat ALL the chocolate! No rationing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I enjoy telling people what to do at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Although I love Manhattan, I KNOW that one day I will get settled outside of the city in a big country home. I am a country girl at heart (although WHAT will I do without the city?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I believe that people always need to do what is best for themselves. And for that I would never deny anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I think that I still have a LOT to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I put people up on pedestals who have talents or skills that I lack. I need to remember that when it comes down to it, they are just people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I don't have a ton of casual friends, but I do have a nice amount of very close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I miss Sarah (with an H) with a passion. Sometimes I am angry at her for leaving me and journeying so far away to the other side of the world (NZ). That is when I have to remember #33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I love hiking, running and exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. My favorite season is Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I love to reminisce about old times and how wonderful it used to feel to have crushes on people...I miss those butterfly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I enjoy being alone and having 'me' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I often feel I was placed on this earth soley to spread love and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I need a new cell phone realllly badly. Every time a friend calls or sees me they remind me of that fact. (update- I have a fabu new phone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Music rules my world. It helps to define my emotions and express myself. I wish I could have a soundtrack to my life playing in the background at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I am not a picky eater...I will eat ANYTHING once (see #5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Lately my drink of choice is a dirrrrty martini (extra olives please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I was once thrown out of a club after been offered an application to work there...Apparently I couldn't drop it like its hot...enough...or something. Ok, actually I just pissed off the bouncer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. No tattoos and only ears pierced (two holes each), but sorta want a classy gold barbell belly ring (I know, I know...belly rings are sooo out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Half the time I speak in my baby voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I make a mean crinkly face when I stare at my computer screen at work (or so I am told).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. I am a day dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. US WEEKLY is a guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. I would like to live everywhere once to get fresh perspectives. But I know that Manhattan/New York is my Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. My favorite thing is to walk around by myself in the city on a crisp fall day. I love to people watch, sight see and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. I like the way the huge towering buildings of midtown make me feel. I get a sense of comfort by them for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. I am an artist and love to paint, draw, and create. I also love to embroider things on clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I love anything that is wildly romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. I LOVE Car Bombs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I wish I could afford some good couture! Mama needs a new pair of Manolos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. I was captain of my dance team in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I am a night owl. NOT a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. My favorite color is green because it belongs to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I am always looking for ways to better myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I am not selfish, but I have a reallly hard time sharing my popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. I am very skilled at not touching any germy surfaces when taking public transportation or using facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. There is something cozy about my large cinnamon coffee with milk and Splenda every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Nothing beats a bonfire with all the makings for Smore's on a warm summer night in Shoreham. (A.Star and I always used to have the goods stashed in the trunk of our cars just in case!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. When I was young, people used to think that my Brother and I were twins. We both had these long blonde bowl cuts that would have made me look like a boy if it wasn't for those frilly dresses I sometimes sported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. I am a tom-boy at heart, I have no clue how to be sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I am a Bay Girl. I grew up on the water, going out on my Father's boat. Sundays have been boat days decades before I was even born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. One of my favorite things to do on the water is night crabbing. You shine a flashlight into the water and up come the crabs, swimming to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. One of my favorite early memories of Manhattan was when my Aunt took all 8 of my cousins and I on a field trip to the city, bringing us around to FAO Shwartz, Godiva (where we each picked out our favorite treat) and then brown bagged it for lunch, where each of us had our own phone booth to eat our sandwiches, on the ground floor of some huge corporate building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. When I was in high school I used to wear outfits that Alicia Silverstone wore in "Clueless". I had a teacher who would have me stand up and show off to the class each day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. I think that I was more productive in college than I am in my job now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. I wish that when I was younger someone had let me in on the way the world works...Connections, connections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Sometimes I think life would be a lot easier if I didn't have such strong morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. I'm a huge FLIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I love sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. I hate to admit it, but I'm a sucker for flowers (sunflowers &amp;amp; tiger lilies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. I can find art in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I can't believe I'm writing this: I (one day) want kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. I love to travel and have been to: Spain (exchange program), France, Scotland, England, Bahamas, U.S. Virgin Islands, Mexico, Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Quebec, Montreal, Nova Scotia, various states in U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. My Grandma is one of the most influential and important people in my life. I absolutely love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. We cheezily sign off our phone conversations by saying: "Kiss, kiss kiss...1...2...3...BYE!!!" since I was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. I find family traditions and heirlooms to be extremely treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. I am fascinated with New York City achitecture &amp;amp; its history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. I have yet to experience any sort of "dark side" of NYC (knock on wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. I think older woman are beautiful...I won't mind aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. I must be fabulously drunk for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I hate Long Island accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. I am extremely non committal in almost every aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. My proudest moment to date is when I graduated with 2 Bachelor's degrees in 4 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. My biggest fear is death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. I often try to read into my dreams and find meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I love ouija boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. My first boyfriend in high school is gay. People make fun of me and say I turned him...I like to think I turned him straight for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. I have been in love once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. I make the best creme brulee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. While other little girls dressed up as princesses and cowgirls for Halloween, I was Yoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. I am an eternal optimist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113008897827065584?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113008897827065584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113008897827065584&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113008897827065584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113008897827065584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/counting-to-100.html' title='Counting To 100...'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113885251555122583</id><published>2006-02-01T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T20:48:49.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See The Finish Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/track%20looking%20up%20from%20finish%20line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/track%20looking%20up%20from%20finish%20line.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a chore for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waking up early and dragging my achy bones out of bed has been a task larger than comprehension. This may be attributed to the lousy flu I came down with end of last week, and a bit to do with some circumstances that are on the cusp of my control, yet... Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm at the part in a race where all my energies have been exuded. My hips hurt, the balls of my feet are sore, and my heart is beating out of my chest. Beads of sweat collect in my sports bra, and dribble with every verticle bounce down the small of my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is wait it out, keep going and have faith that the end is in site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it IS in site... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sprinting now, down the grassy patch, passing the person I have followed in step from the start. Screams and shouts of praise are being heard above the sounds of my pounding heart and inner self kicking my mental ass. The end comes into view... My legs continue to cycle... I can see the finish line...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113885251555122583?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113885251555122583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113885251555122583&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113885251555122583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113885251555122583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-see-finish-line.html' title='I Can See The Finish Line'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113846173556720994</id><published>2006-01-28T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T08:24:50.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready For Rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/MSwanson%20-%20Leaf%2014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/MSwanson%20-%20Leaf%2014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok, so here I am. I swear on my life that today is the day... The day for a new post! It's been ages and time for me to get back in gear, out of this rut and back on track with my thoughts in Alanna Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my head is spinning this morning. So much going on and no where to begin. And y'all who thought I had found a man and fell madly in love and was magically whisked away to HIS Land... Well, sadly, no.  You are mistaken... But MAYBE that means that it is on the verge of existance, on the tips of my fingers and just 'round the bend. Maybe there is a vague, blurry outline of this man somewhere off in the distance. Maybe I am beginning to see a wave, a nod, a smile, SOMETHING that shall grow more defined and into view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE...Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week a group of friends and I decided to take perfect advantage of Restaurant Week here in NYC and had a scrumptious and satisfying meal at China Grill, you know, the Asian Fusion Craze? Well CRAZE it was, and before long we were toasting, cheersing and singing a hap happy birthday to one of our favorite amigos while waiters brought 'round PLATES of delectible desserts for us to feast our watering mouths on. How delish... Good times were certainly had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this post doesn't seem to be amounting to much, just me spewing my thoughts for today. I guess it is alright to have a post like this once in a while... You know, the ones that lead to no where but cover an array of topics. Here I have discussed my lack of luster, my return to 'The Scene' (Duh, meaning Alanna Land)... and yummy delights that I partook in during a festive celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah... I think that about covers it this morning. Hope all are having a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113846173556720994?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113846173556720994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113846173556720994&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113846173556720994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113846173556720994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/get-ready-for-rambles.html' title='Get Ready For Rambles'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113764802963321852</id><published>2006-01-18T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:27:45.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/425fifth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/425fifth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't know why, but lately I've been distant from Alanna Land.&lt;/span&gt; There has been something from within holding be back, enveloping my thoughts and has lead me to be introverted from the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few people notice, saying to me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alanna Joy Lady, you haven't posted your hot shit in 13 days! What's wrong with you anyway? I know you've been having some adventures to share."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are correct. I most certainly have (sly grin). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is some force field that is keeping me captive. Muffling my laughs and shouts, stopping me from allowing my voice to be heard... Keeping me from being me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't yet figured out what it is, or where this force came from. But I am hoping, these days, that I may have the strength to rise above it. That I may refind myself, my confidence, my credence... And shine from the rays of my most precious seclude. Well I guess this is a start, anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113764802963321852?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113764802963321852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113764802963321852&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113764802963321852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113764802963321852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113652353649569435</id><published>2006-01-06T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:06:11.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/nye_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/nye_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My New Year's Eve Camo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/al_nye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/al_nye2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Year's Eve Hostesses: D-Roomie &amp; A.Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/nye_hostesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/nye_hostesses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/nye%20girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/nye%20girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113652353649569435?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113652353649569435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113652353649569435&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113652353649569435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113652353649569435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-eve-2006.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve 2006'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113621440715381448</id><published>2006-01-02T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T07:26:18.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New York Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/park-avenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/park-avenue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is January 2, and I find myself alone, walking down Park Avenue with my back to Grand Central Station. I wave good bye as the bus pulls away from the curb and turns out of view. Another one of my Dolls has left and the large, rowdy group we consisted of Friday has deminished to the last 4 of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a New Year's Eve reunion that will keep us all on Cloud 9 for the next 12 months, we are content, satisfied and in desperate need of slumber. It is comforting to know that although we all lead our own seperate lives across rivers and oceans, we can make a small amount of time for our precious Dollhouse friends and show that we can pick right up where we left off, nothing much changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk the avenue, counting down the numbers on the street signs, I feel the emptiness of the city around me. Only a few bodies scatter the streets; out of town-ers with their suitcases in toe, an early morning jogger with a screaming neon top brushes past, and barely a car in sight except for an empty taxi cab with the numbers lit on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this city. I love it with every ounce of my being... I will not leave it yet, despite thoughts of travel and adventure elsewhere. To live here is an adventure, and one that I am still in the midst of having. Living here is discovering myself, and that is the greatest adventure of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn left down a side street even though it's not mine. I walk past townhouses and iron gates still decorated from the holidays. I soak up a deep breathe of cool, brisk air and feel it inhabit my body before exhaling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the anniversary of a decision. One that had changed my life drastically this past year. One that shook my world despite all efforts to tell myself that things in my twenty-something existance would go on just as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, as I mulled over possible options for 2006, someone asked me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What have I learned in that New York Minute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Good freakin question.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that people are not always what they seem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, if not careful, I am not what I seem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That luck is something not to be underestimated, yet not to be counted on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dreams stick with you no matter how far you may stray from your original objective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hope is something you need to hold inside you, no matter the outcome today brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that only you can save yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will write down my goals and aspirations for my future 12 months. A table of time with tasks set before me. I walk into 2006 with higher standards for myself and a source of peace from within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy New Year to you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113621440715381448?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113621440715381448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113621440715381448&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113621440715381448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113621440715381448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-york-minute.html' title='My New York Minute'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113565175983462873</id><published>2005-12-26T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:25:50.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/0268-010164%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/0268-010164%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today can be a strange day... The day after Christmas... &lt;strong&gt;Boxing Day,&lt;/strong&gt; they call it in England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the holiday festivities have gone by, and you wonder if everything in the last month has lead up to an anti-climactic day of monotonous traveling and redundant &lt;em&gt;oooh's &amp; ahhh's,&lt;/em&gt; with a plastered festive grin that is slowly starting to hurt your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas day... Infact, I'm the Christmas Fairy! Never heard of her? Well, now you have and that's who I am... But the day after Christmas can sometimes make me feel jipped, or at least wanting to rewind the clocks back to December 1st to do it all again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day-After is usually a quiet day for me &lt;em&gt;(unless of course I am delusional enough to attempt gift returns with Mom at mobbed department stores).&lt;/em&gt; I take out the leftovers from the fridge, fix my plate of pineapple ham, corn pudding and yams, and set the microwave on reheat. I light a fire, throwing the ever-loving Duraflame log into the fireplace with the wrapper still in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurling my pj-clad body onto the couch with my warm meal, I look out at the colorful, gleaming &lt;em&gt;(fake)&lt;/em&gt; Christmas tree and array of opened gifts that had once held such promise and peaked curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaze over each item under the tree and almost wish we could wrap them back up and allow them to regain the mystery and festive beauty that speaks of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retreat to my Land to think and reflect on the memories of yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old faces, the new presents, the cheerful music that played at every welcoming home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traveling I get to do with my Brother every holiday; our one moment to catch up and share our thoughts on our family, our lives... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text messages I received from far off friends offering warm wishes &lt;em&gt;(even though I still haven't programmed half of their numbers into my new phone and don't really know who they are from)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delectable treats I was &lt;em&gt;(am)&lt;/em&gt; able to enjoy guilt free &lt;em&gt;(Hey- It's Christmas!)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-of-a-kind, embroidered gift I received from one of my Aunts, who put her thought, effort and love into making it such a special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok... So I guess maybe today still counts in the spirit of Christmas! Maybe this Christmas Fairy will NOT feel jipped on Boxing Day, and instead go blast some holiday jingles, press &lt;em&gt;PLAY&lt;/em&gt; on 'A Christmas Story,' and go visit those Christmas cookies lurking around the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Holidays All!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113565175983462873?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113565175983462873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113565175983462873&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113565175983462873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113565175983462873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113535816057063454</id><published>2005-12-23T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:56:34.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Reflections</title><content type='html'>Looking back at the moment, on this past year, I think of all that has happened in my life. It was a year filled with uncertainties and doubts, a year I gave to myself to learn and explore, and most of all, a year filled with true independence. I'm not saying that all my choices were stellar, or even well thought through. But the choices I have made for myself were ones that I felt I would learn from, if even in some small way, and ones that would force me to see the world, meet people, and get mixed up with this crazy city of Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the experiences I've had over the past 12 months makes it impossible to admit that it all happened in such a short amount of time. Things truly do move at the speed of light in NYC. The second you think you know someone, and have made a new friend, it is easy to wind up never seeing that person again, vaguely remembering the sound of their voice or the smile on their face. In a city so dense and compact, it is amazing to think of how many you have interacted with, have spoken to, have shared special moments with... I guess it is those who truly have impacted you in some way that stick around, lingering in the back of your mind, saturating your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought I was the girl who would see and do it all.. well almost all... before I settled down. Could say I've done this, or recall a time I've done that, like that would help me to be well rounded and have an opinion that was valid and real on life. Now, after really living... Well really living by my standard of such a statement...I am not so sure that these thoughts were correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing it all and seeing it all are things I've always wanted. I was always ready to take on the world... Always wanted to do EVERYTHING, and ambitious to embrace life. But for some reason there is something in my head telling me that this may not be what I really want. Not my real answer. Maybe what I really want is to find my niche, find my groove, find where I belong... My place... In this world. Find where I can say I am content, and I fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what 2006 holds for me. Right now it is an endless sea of opportunities and options. Choices for me to make all over the board. But hopefully, I will make these choices based on the faith that I know myself, and know (if even subconsciously) where my true place and serene haven is in this world. Maybe now, after using this past year to explore the many options in my life, I will continue to explore, with a higher sense of self and more secure feeling of who I am, what I am looking for, and where, in the end, I'd like to wind up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are all random thoughts and ramblings... It is 2 days away from Christmas and time to concentrate on my wonderful season of cheer... Off I go to shop for the most perfect presents and put these thoughts of uncertainty on the backburner for another day, such as New Years, where they better belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113535816057063454?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113535816057063454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113535816057063454&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113535816057063454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113535816057063454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-reflections.html' title='Random Reflections'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113509439895862780</id><published>2005-12-20T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:10:18.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged: 5 Bad Habbits To Reveal To The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/lan_tree.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/200/lan_tree.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx to City Soul, here are my Top Five Naughties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hair Twirling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Biting My Tongue When Nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate Insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Unable To Keep Silly Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ALWAYS at least 5 minutes late... ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is folks, out in the open for all your reading horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Wootang, Marissa, JJ, CityMan &amp; Jags!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113509439895862780?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113509439895862780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113509439895862780&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113509439895862780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113509439895862780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-tagged-5-bad-habbits-to.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged: 5 Bad Habbits To Reveal To The World'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113416871604617402</id><published>2005-12-09T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:45:50.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/lan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/lan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I took the whole day off from work today. Went to a holiday party last night with a friend at a spicy new club on the west side called 'Pacha'. The true opening is set for tonight, but us hipsters felt super suave n special walking up that red carpet a night early to the thumping techno beats and tempting Christmas-tini's that were being served inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scoping out 3 floors, the co-ed see-through showers and the green VIP room (not to mention 4 rum &amp; diets and 1 Christmas-tini) ....Oh, and a partridge in a pair tree... We were finally all Pacha'ed out and made our way through the double steel doors and out into the fridgit night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleepily awoke this morning to a blairing alarm clock reminding me to get my pounding head and and toasty body out of bed and into a cab to take me downtown to the hair salon. Ok, WHO might I ask, makes a 9 AM appointment to get their hair colored the day after a Christmas party and the morning of Manhattan's very first blizzard of the season? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently only ME, because I was the only client in the joint promptly (and amazingly) at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question: Have you ever experienced going to a hair salon, telling your stylist EXACTLY what it is you'd like done, and then having her do the COMPLETE OPPOSITE? OK, well, that pretty much happened to me today. I asked for typical blonde bombshell highlights, you know, Reese Witherspoon style. What do I get? Dirty blonde hair with caramel low lights.. Sweet. I look in the mirror and jump at the sight of it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person is so NOT me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Man am I a Dirty Blonde...(and I don't mean Britney style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blonde is just another name for HOT- &lt;br /&gt;-Life is better BLONDE- &lt;br /&gt;-Blondes have more FUN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113416871604617402?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113416871604617402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113416871604617402&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113416871604617402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113416871604617402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/dirty-blonde.html' title='Dirty Blonde'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113392505817151407</id><published>2005-12-06T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:41:07.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravishing Roomies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0005_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/DSCF0005_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0006_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/DSCF0006_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pics from this past Saturday night... During the very first snow fall in Manhattan (1am to be exact)! Simply magical! Thats me, S-Roomie &amp; D-Roomie at the first of the holiday soire's! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holiday hunnies are we!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113392505817151407?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113392505817151407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113392505817151407&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113392505817151407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113392505817151407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/ravishing-roomies.html' title='Ravishing Roomies'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113362109203768380</id><published>2005-12-03T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T08:35:08.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Time's The Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/530_S.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/530_S.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The first time I lost my cell phone was in the back of a club on the Bowery in the girls bathroom.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even realize it was missing until noon the next day, when I finally lifted my throbbing, achey head off the pillow to call a friend for brunch... Lucky for me a sweetheart of a girl not more than 22 years old found it upon her nose-powdering excursion the night before and held on to it, knowing that if it were her she'd be lost without the precious piece of tech work. Can u believe such people exist in Manhattan? They do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting it back wasn't too much of hassle either. A trip down to Union Square on my lunch break to meet her at the nearest Starbucks where I actually enjoyed a hot beverage with this stunning stranger and learned all about her new life as a student at a city college nearby. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Awesome...&lt;/span&gt; got my phone back &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; made a new girlfriend. And you Manhattanite gals know, making a gal pal in this city ain't always quite so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time i lost my chrome mini Nokia was in the back of a taxi cab... But it gets even better. I was on my way to the airport. I had stopped off briefly at a midtown building to deliver a portfolio for D-Roomie, making it impossible to be held accountable for all my belongings; her artwork plus all my luggage and a wandering cell phone making its way straight to the floor next to my feet. You'd think I would have learned my lesson from this and started wearing my prized communicator on a leash. But once again, I lucked out by acquiring the kindest taxi driver ever found within the five Burroughs and when I returned from visiting A.Star in Laguna Beach, he promptly drove right up to my apartment building and I came down with a bewildered grin and a $20 bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously, can you believe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; fairytale? Not only did I get my phone back but I got it shouffered over the day of my return, door to door, step to step. Now that's what i call Manhattan service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, after such heart warming experiences associated with the loss of my cell phone, you can understand my dismay last evening when I noticed the item no where to be found on my work desk, purse of jacket. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CRAP! Done it again,&lt;/span&gt; I thought... But it can't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; be gone... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. This time the neighborhood garbage collector picked it up. You know, the one who walks around aimlessly all day finding interesting objects to add to his hoarded treasures... Well at least that is what I concluded from obvious sources. I actually just left it sitting on a bench on the sidewalk downstairs from my office. Right out in the open for him to feast on... Gone. Finito. Dunzo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calling it several times and getting no answer the possibility hit me that it might actually be lost forever. Whoever did find my old school Nokia decided they weren't parting with it so quickly, although Lord knows why. It's not like it was such a high tech gadget that people would be swooning over. I breathed a deep sigh of sorrow, morning the loss of one of my most valued possessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I sent out an email to all friends and family, divulging the situation and asking for everyone's digits to put into my new and improved Verizon Motorola. I was returned with letters of joy and shouts of approval. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Thank goodness that damn Nokia had a death wish",&lt;/span&gt; they said. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You could never get a signal OR send proper texts."&lt;/span&gt; I guess in a way it was a blessing in disguise. True what they say: The third time really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Can you hear me now? Really? Yeah? FINALLY."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113362109203768380?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113362109203768380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113362109203768380&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113362109203768380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113362109203768380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/12/third-times-charm.html' title='Third Time&apos;s The Charm'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113332082437210240</id><published>2005-11-29T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:51:59.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day In Singleton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0007_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/200/DSCF0007_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I just came in, out of the wind and pelleting rain from another looong day. Is it normal to be eating dinner at 9:38pm I ask you? I guess sticking around for 2 gym classes back to back will make the evening fly... But hey, I can now kick ass in step aerobics, not to mention fit right in at a traditional Indian wedding after taking Masala Bhangra for the first time (lets not even go there).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I go through the mail, I see it... Yet ANOTHER wedding announcement for 2006! I've got 4 "Save The Date"s already and this makes 5! These add to an email I received yesterday stating that two acquintances from college have just gotten engaged. Yowza... My head is spinning. Is everyone over the age of 25 getting hitched these days? Does no one allow themselves to test the waters of Singleton to find out how icy it may be, before diving head first into their adult lives and declaring their place in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been wondering if it is me. Am I the adolencent her? Wading around in the shallow end while all the others swim valiantly among the waves? All my life I've experienced an underlying theme... I've always been Ready. Ready to start the first day of school, prepared to ride her bike on her own, eager for the freedom of a drivers license and perfectly set senior year to head off to college. So what is it about my quarter life state that has lead to be so entirely relunctant when it comes to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm waiting for a fairytale. For the knight in shining armour (or squeaky clean Ferrari) to scoop me up in his arms and shower me with the love and kindness I deserve. Or maybe its that I expect Love to be marvelous... For him to be marvelous and learn from him what I cannot teach myself. Maybe its the cue I take from my Mother (divorced and single herself), to never settle. Never settle for anything less than what I am willing to give to another. If I can offer it to them, hell, I can surely offer it to myself, so why settle for less? Maybe my real dillema lies in the abundance of what I am willing to give... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about all that. It's now after 10... I've still got more mail to open, a single dirty dish to scrub, and a lot more luke-warm water to tread...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113332082437210240?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113332082437210240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113332082437210240&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113332082437210240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113332082437210240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-another-day-in-singleton.html' title='Just Another Day In Singleton'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113302684350347304</id><published>2005-11-25T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:44:35.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday A.Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/invitation-cupcake%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/invitation-cupcake%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sending hap happy birthday wishes to my favorite gurl A.Star! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has officially turned a quarter of a century old today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout time Babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;alannajoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113302684350347304?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113302684350347304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113302684350347304&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113302684350347304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113302684350347304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-astar.html' title='Happy Birthday A.Star'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113280966028532425</id><published>2005-11-24T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:59:27.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/apple%20pie%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/200/apple%20pie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Following Marissa's example) I am thankful for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large Colorful Leaves on the ground that crinkle as you step on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brisk Autumn Sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread Skim Lattes from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Tones &amp; Golds Being SOOO In During this Time of Year &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (Garfield Baloon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Same 5K Marathon we have in our Town EVERY Thxgvng Day since I was small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-Made Apple Pie (Secret Family Recipe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stamina (and Appitite) Required to Attend 2 and sometimes 3 Thanksgiving Day Meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (Semi) Large (and Broken) Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Amazing Roommates Who Cook and Bake Amazing Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Eve Reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Vacations From the Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Transportable Apple Powerbook...HOTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorative Cabbages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physician's Formula Natural Bronzer (Sunkissed Glow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cat, Rainbow, who is Blind and Deaf and nearly as old as I am, but can still manage to prance around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the PIIIIIIIES (Strawberry Rubarb, Pecan, Pumpkin, Apple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cool Breeze in the Subway Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smell of Firewood Nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text Messages During a Boring Morning in the Office or a Lonely Night In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Jingle hitting your iPod at an Ironic Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Friends Sensing your Thoughts and Reaching Out before you have gathered up your nerve to contact them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming Out of the Cold to a Nice Glass of Merlot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Comforting Redundance of "A Christmas Story" Marathon on Thxgvng Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Sight of Holiday Decorations in City Streets &amp; Stores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday Sales... Time to Shop Til You Drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance in the Realization That I may be Alone This Holiday Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Able to be There for Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Scarfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBO On Demmand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cardio Striptease Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Harry Met Sally" &amp; "Serendipity" on Oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Quick Heating Apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good Health of Me and my Loved Ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC is the Place to BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balthazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udon Noodle Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Scrumptious Blogger Pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Turkey Day Y'all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113280966028532425?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113280966028532425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113280966028532425&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113280966028532425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113280966028532425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113262122621948753</id><published>2005-11-21T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:07:46.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhattan Mumblers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/53329205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/53329205-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Every morning on my daily commute &lt;br /&gt;I encounter them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At least one, and sometimes, if I'm looking extra foxy, a good handful. They walk close to me, generally coming from the oposite direction on the sidewalk. Brush up against me as I am squeezing my way down a crowded street. In the subways they slyly &lt;br /&gt;hop out of the car with their heads cocked backwards and I can see their lips moving in my direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They are the Manhattan Mumblers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surreptitious breed consisting mainly of toxic bachelors and early morning blue collar workers. Upon recognition of a female species, (preferably showing a little leg, however definitely not a prerquisite) they will find their way to position themselves adjacent to her, casually, yet conveniently close. That is when they mutter those few choice words. Words that you would be appalled and nauseated to hear even from the hottest of men, and shun as the syllables echo in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must point out that there are two types of Manhattan Mumblers. Those that want the female to hear what they are daring to say to her, and those that do not. The ones that do hold such nerve, will make sure that you are a woman aware of your surroundings and your senses acute. The group that does not possess such audacity will survey for earphones, headsets, or anything suggesting a lack of attention. They slowly await for the right time to slip past, uttering a sentence, and then walking on, as if nothing had even been said. However different their intentions may be, both groups are equally crafty and shameless and all fall under the same basic term, The Manhattan Mumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my question for you is: Knowing that you may come into contact with such a perverse group on a daily basis as you walk slickly down the sidewalks of New York, is it your inclination to turn the volume on your iPod up... or down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113262122621948753?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113262122621948753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113262122621948753&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113262122621948753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113262122621948753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/manhattan-mumblers.html' title='Manhattan Mumblers'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113219692747912009</id><published>2005-11-16T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:34:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover Boy Brandon (Walsh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Around late afternoon I got a call from A.Star, saying she'd be down in Soho shortly and ready for our (hot) dinner date! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woo-Hoo&lt;/span&gt; I silently yelped! At last. Some time to catch up with my longest and closest gal pal, finally home for good from Laguna Beach!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm gonna kiss ya, and hug ya, and squeeze ya and pinch ya Darling!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clock struck 6, I clicked my mouse on the little blue apple icon in the top left corner of my monitor; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shut Down.&lt;/span&gt; I grabbed my things, remembering my umbrella as it was clearly pouring outside (nasty pellets being shot from the Gods above, remember?) and sprung out of that office onto the dark, damp street. Two blocks down and there it was; the familiar, cute, silver (whatever make) car I had seen in Laguna just a few long months before... Only now it had a giant, black roof rack gleaming on top. She had made it, driven a long way and now she was alll mine... well at least until after dindin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dialed her number on my cell as I approached her car, and she eagerly sprung out of the passenger seat and out onto the sidewalk, sans umbrella. We embraced whole-heartedly with smiles beaming from all angels. As the rain came down we decided to make a run for it and strolled quickly down the street to find an unpretentious and uncrowded bistro where we could catch up and giggle like old times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we turned the corner onto Spring Street we were suddenly bombarded with long trailers, colossal lighting apparatus and a film crew with cameras shining lights straight on in front of Ray's Pizza. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cool,&lt;/span&gt; I thought, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yet another possible celeb sighting to add to my growing list...&lt;/span&gt; Being away from NYC for such a long hiatus, A.Star was as giddy as a catholic school girl seeing a boy for the first time, and we were both ready to feast our eyes on the prey. However, we soon discovered, it was a little bit more the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked by in slow motion, our heads cocked dedicatedly to the right, our eyes committedly searched for a familiar face complete with the glowing aura around them. When we finally did recognize that prize creature, it appeared as though he had recognized us right back. Locking gazes immediately upon first sight stood Jason Priestley, complete in all his restored, barely scratched (and sorta...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;) glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/jason6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/jason6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turned to look behind me to find out what in the world this man could be gawking at, but there was nothing but the empty, puddle-filled street and a traffic light brightly lit green. I whipped my head back around to gander once more at the distinct face that had brought me to question. Fixed intently still he stood. I thought I was going mad, imagining things, until A.Star shot me a glare that could only say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"OMG- I don't BELIEVE this..."&lt;/span&gt; We grinned widely at each other and continued past at a snails pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Holy shit, did you SEE him? He was staring directly at us the ENTIRE time! Dude, isn't that man MARRIED? WHAT is up with that?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrilling? ...Sure. Shocking? ...Perhaps. Trite? ...Um, from a celeb? ...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt; A.Star and I crossed the street, turned around to face him and belted at the top of our lungs in unison: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Den-En-En-En... Den-En-En-En... ...CHHH -- CHHH!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ran, and ran and ran... Until we were across the street, around the corner and tumbling over into puddles with hysterics... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gawd do I miss 90210...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113219692747912009?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113219692747912009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113219692747912009&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113219692747912009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113219692747912009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/lover-boy-brandon-walsh.html' title='Lover Boy Brandon (Walsh)'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113210682027226207</id><published>2005-11-15T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:59:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Up For Team LC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/lauren_conrad_square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/lauren_conrad_square.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awwwwwe Yeahhhhh Suckas.... &lt;br /&gt;Take THAT all you Kristen fans, LC is rockin it to a whole new level! All you haters best go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning next season, MTV has announced the launch of "The Hills", a reality based show surrounding Lauren Conrad of "Lagnuna Beach: The Real OC"! It will follow her to L.A., where she juggles school, relationships and an internship at Teen Vogue. I don't know how this baby will fare in comparisson to all the drama-riffic fun that is LB, but I will say this... You kick it girl... I don't see Kristen or any other LB-er with their own television show... Snaps for that! And after those racey spreads in the last RS, Kristen, you DUNZO sista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113210682027226207?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113210682027226207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113210682027226207&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113210682027226207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113210682027226207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-up-for-team-lc.html' title='One Up For Team LC!'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113167070040194836</id><published>2005-11-10T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T04:42:47.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/Picture_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/Picture_005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is it about the brisk breezes and early sunsets of this season that cause me to day dream?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I long for an assuring and secure arm around my shoulders and a strong chest to nuzzle my soft rosy cheeks against?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk these swarming city streets alone at dusk, my mind wanders... I am lost in thoughts of moments in my life to come. Where he is everything I can imagine, yet nothing I have ever dreamed. Where the smile on my face is candid, but only for him to perceive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pull on my warm coat, fresh from the closet and take that first step into the stimulating morning sun, I wonder if today is the day. If our paths will cross, mistakenly... fatedly... preordained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bundle a scarf around my neck and pull on my gloves in the village park, I envision a divine, all-encompassing portrait of my soul braided with his, impossible for either one of us to break away from the bonds of affection and understanding that grow and deepen between us. An image of the two of us, walking hand in hand, down these streets of Manhattan with fulfillment and exhilaration in our minds and bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the back of a heated taxi cab, I wonder if I will ever be in that place where it is perfectly effortless to escape the essence of time... Delightfully caressing the back of his neck while our lips press together, tongues mingling in elation and indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what is it about the smoky autumn smell, the promise of warmth that comes with the holidays, and the view of winter right around the corner? What is it about this time that prevails on me to long for a love of my very own?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113167070040194836?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113167070040194836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113167070040194836&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113167070040194836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113167070040194836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/seasonal-cravings.html' title='Seasonal Cravings'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113141548951402695</id><published>2005-11-07T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:49:17.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness For Groceries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After a full dose of "Monday Fun-Day" at work, I headed straight for the grocery store on 2nd Avenue. It was the start to another jam-packed week and I was in need of some major fridge restocking after another fab weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I've learned to detest in this city of Manhattan is shopping for groceries. It's not the actual food shopping that I necessarily hate; actually I think it can be quite therapeutic... Hunting high and low for your favorite palatable delights, choosing carefully among the many varieties, shapes, &amp; sizes: low fat, sugar free, shredded or pureed... It is always amusing to try new flavors and variations. No, that is not at all what irks me. What does cause such mindless exasperation, is the long, strenuous walk home from the food store to my apartment with an accumulation of plastic bags slung over my shoulders, around my wrists, gripped tightly in my poorly circulated hands. Okay, okay, so maybe I exaggerate a tad... The walk isn't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long. But it sure feels a lot longer when you're carrying enough weight to be what feels like a few cinder blocks, down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assessing the situation and thinking strategically about how each bag could possibly fit on my person, I loaded 'em up and headed immediately for the exit sign.&lt;br /&gt;Traipsing up the street, I mundanely counted the street signs as they began to increase with each corner I passed. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Damn it!&lt;/span&gt; I thought, as I got caught at a "Don't Walk" sign with red hand up. I stood immobile for a moment, feeling the weight of the straps begin to cut off circulation on my fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I heard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Miss?" I turned at the urgency in his voice, and my bags created a loud swoosh as I stepped forward to control the sudden shift in weight. I looked up to see a spruced gentleman, early 30's, in a black work suite approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi there, I'm sorry... You don't know me... Listen, I saw you walking down the street and realized that I just wouldn't be able to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; with myself if I did not come over and talk to you..." Clamored the audacious man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WOW...&lt;/span&gt; That's really nice of you to say..." I stammered, as I tried to grasp a hold of the situation (and my bags). He continued talking about himself...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blah Blah Blah,&lt;/span&gt; and what he did for a living... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blah Blah Blah...&lt;/span&gt; And then began asking me random questions such as: "Soooo...You live around here?",  "Where did you say you were from?" and "What type of places do you like to go out to around these parts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I caught off guard? Yes. Was he flattering? Of course. But if this guy thought he was going to get any serious conversation not to mention some digits, out of girl beaten with bags, he was seriously mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I'd love to shake your hand, but I see you're pretty occupied already...He,he,he." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pretty occupied? Um...Yes, yes I am...Would you like to hold a bag or two for me if you insist on keeping me from getting to my destination, you hilarious stranger?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled politely as he chattered on with a bold aire. I began to shuffle my feet in the opposite direction, moving farther and farther away, to show I was in a hurry. Finnnnnalllly I courageously blurted out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, I'm really sorry to be a drag, but I've just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to get these groceries home... It has been lovely talking to you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, you need to take off, listen, can I get your number? I'd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to take you out..." &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuugghh,&lt;/span&gt; this guy just did NOT get it.  I had made qualifying attempts to show disinterest (not to mention severe distress with my parcels) and... No comprende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's really so sweet of you to ask...But actually I don't give my number out to strangers." I stared at him with a blunt, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's-Nothing-I-Can-Do-4-U&lt;/span&gt; look. An awkward silence was finally broken when he fathomed what I was getting at and farewells, thank you's and take care's were exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At last!&lt;/span&gt; I beamed, and raced as quickly as I could with the sharp sound of plastic whipping in the wind, my heels scuffing the ground with every step. When I eventually got up to my apartment and threw the sacks down on the table, I took pity on my sore muscles and achey back. As I stood in the kitchen unpacking my items, I began to wonder: Were these heavier-by-the-minute, abundant packages I lugged all the way from the store nothing but an aggravating curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Or maybe, just maybe, a huge blessing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113141548951402695?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113141548951402695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113141548951402695&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113141548951402695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113141548951402695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-goodness-for-groceries.html' title='Thank Goodness For Groceries'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113098430927220655</id><published>2005-11-02T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:44:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Declaration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/istockphoto_537998_pedestrian_walk_sign_in_new_york_city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/istockphoto_537998_pedestrian_walk_sign_in_new_york_city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my walk home from the gym tonight, I pleasantly bopped around to the beats in my iPod while embracing the soft cool winds of the early fall evening. I began walking in step to the rhythms and started to get into the lyrics that were surrounding me. I had done something out of the ordinary today; I had put my iPod on 'Random Shuffle'. I don't usually do this as I like to create my own playlists and set them to whatever activity it is that I would be implementing when listening (neurotic, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I moved along, trekking past green lights, walk signs and oncoming pedestrians, a lovely jazz melody filtered through my ears and down through my body. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Autumn in New York..."&lt;/span&gt; sang the infamous Ella in that crystal clear, devastatingly distinct voice of hers. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"...Brings the promise of new lovvve. Autumn in New York....Is often mingled with painnn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one year ago that I knew. Knew for real, and for good...that things were about to change. And change drastically. It was a year ago that I was so saddened by the thought of all these changes, that I had done everything within my power to keep these alterations in my life from occurring. But it was inevitable, and deep down I knw that. Today I understand these fated adjustments. But although I tell myself that they had to transpire, I still, in the back of my mind, in the corner of my heart, had hoped as these past months had gone by, that sooner or later a day would come where the familiarities of the past would somehow creep in...and would be embraced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when it hit me. For the past year I have been spinning my wheels, stuck in a rut of confusion, wondering if the decision I had made, 'to let go', was correct. And although I knew in my gut it was, I was still holding on. Holding on to the possibility that maybe, just maybe....I was wrong. This is in my nature, to doubt myself and my abilities...A trait I loath and long to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as though this past year, with every baby step I would take forward, I would be illicitly peeking over my shoulder, cautious to plant a firm foot. If I ever dared to leap, it would be with eyes shut tight and a safety net in place beneath me, so there would be no danger of falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then and there that I deemed my assertion. A declaration to myself... For myself. It was time to be set free from the past. No more meditations, reflections or speculations. I had analyzed my choices to dust; learned all I could learn. It was time for me to keep my eyes open forward and no more looking back... It was this day and onward. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's time for this,&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I need to let go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighting the walk sign on the corner ahead of me, I leapt with full force onto 3rd Avenue. Without so much as a glance behind to watch for a turning car, I skipped across. In the invigorating crisp breeze, I sang along to the words... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Autumn in New York...brings the promise of new love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113098430927220655?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113098430927220655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113098430927220655&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113098430927220655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113098430927220655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/11/declaration.html' title='A Declaration'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113072114050774755</id><published>2005-10-31T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:25:13.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/yoda.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me with my first friend, Kerri. At the tender age of 3 I was already prepared for womanhood. I'm Yoda bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn how things have changed...Malibu Barbie's got nuthin on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0023_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/200/DSCF0023_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113072114050774755?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113072114050774755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113072114050774755&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113072114050774755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113072114050774755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-113046345971754337</id><published>2005-10-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:01:11.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray-Haired Geisha Girl</title><content type='html'>In my Manhattan door-man building, resides over a thousand New Yorkers. All from various walks of life, different career choices and a range of ages. I live quite close to a hospital, and so we tend to have a breed of doctors, nurses, and dentists as well as students studying nearby. All have one thing in common; they rent. No one is here to make a permanent nest. No one is long term. That said, there is one resident, who stands apart from the masses. One who I would never have expected to occupy these living quarters at her age and oddity. My roommates and I have dubbed her the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gray-Haired Geisha Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first spotted the tiny woman on my street corner coming home one evening as the sun was setting. She stood, hunched over in her plaid blazer and black pants, with her short gray hair combed neatly around her face. She wore white face powder on her aging wrinkled features, and crimson-red lipstick on her full lips. As the glowing man appeared on the traffic sign, she began to scurry quickly towards the building. Quiet tiny steps she took, as she made her way through the grand entrance and passed the doorman with a nod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was peculiar to see a woman in this day and age wearing such vivid white face powder. It immediately made me think of the Japanese Geisha girls I learned about in my history classes at school. They used to wear make-up such as this to look attractive for their many men. It was all very interesting...But what the heck was one doing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HERE...&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NYC...&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; apartment complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Gray-Haired Geisha Girl for the second time at the pharmacy. I was there picking up a few items when I heard a little squeaky voice cry out to the cashier in a language I could not quite comprehend. I stood in awe as the miniature woman attempted to be understood in her foreign tongue. I wanted to help her, explain to the cashier what it was that she needed, but I obviously had NO clue what this seemingly crazy lady needed or desired. I decided to back off and walk down an isle to find hair products, when I felt a tap on the lower part of my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Excuse...EXCUSE!"&lt;/span&gt; She said as she pushed passed me, clearly on a mission to have someone who worked there understand her. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Sure..."&lt;/span&gt; I said, as I moved sideways for her to pass. Down the isle she teetered until she disappeared around the corner. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wowza,&lt;/span&gt; I thought...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is this woman looking for that is causing such chaos?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon dishing this amusing gossip to my roomies while lounging on the couch one evening, D shot up and exclaimed: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh my God, that is totally the same lady on my elevator every morning! Whenever I get in, she motions me over and grunts to tell me where to stand! Then starts petting me and looking me up and down!"&lt;/span&gt; We all collapsed in giggles as we heard this outrageous story being told of the morning elevator journey. But I will admit, a small part of me did not quite believe D-Roomie until &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had the determination to drag my sleepy bones out of bed early this A.M. to see the graceful Manhattan sunrise along the water. I have only seen it two other times here, and one was because I was coming home. I dressed quickly and exited the apartment. As the elevator doors opened, there she was staring at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"AY!"&lt;/span&gt; She yelled. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'm assuming that means I'm allowed to get in?)&lt;/span&gt; She motioned for me stand next to her. I viligantly obliged. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her look up and down in my direction. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(D-Roomie was right...She's giving me the once over!)&lt;/span&gt; Suddenly a hand came towards me and I froze. I had NO idea what this woman was about to do, but I had no mind to dare vex her. She began patting down my jacket, seeming to care how it fell on my frame. Then, with one quick swoop she reached up and untucked the hair that had snagged itself inside my scarf. Fast as a whip, it was set free and untangled. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ahhhh"&lt;/span&gt; Gray-Haired Geisha Girl murmured. She began stroking my hair so that it lay straight down my back, all the strands in the same direction. I heard: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"O-OK.." (Was I done? Did I...Pass?)&lt;/span&gt; Just as I was wondering what this woman could possibly do next to fix my apparently disheveled appearance, the elevator doors swung open to the ground floor. She looked up at me and smiled, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"OK...Good-Bye"&lt;/span&gt; she sharply stated. And off she trotted out the entrance. I stood in disbelief for an instant, going over what had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why had she told me where to stand in the elevator? Why had she petted and groomed me? I just didn't get it...Why was this little old woman such an enigma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any of us will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-113046345971754337?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/113046345971754337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=113046345971754337&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113046345971754337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/113046345971754337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/gray-haired-geisha-girl.html' title='Gray-Haired Geisha Girl'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-112986987320275529</id><published>2005-10-21T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:41:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DC4C 4ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OK so its late and I'm headed to sleep after an "emo-riffic"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(thx AJ &amp; D)&lt;/span&gt; and moving performace from Death Cab tonight!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came home I was really pumped and almost felt compelled to hit the town with friends, but for some reason decided to bail and go solo. But I do feel like I have this amazing energy inside me at the moment! I need to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; something...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;or something...&lt;/span&gt; Every person who has talked to me since leaving the show has asked me what the deal was or if I have some secret to share...I guess the tone in my voice suggests that I have something inside wanting to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get into sleep mode at the moment but its just not happening (actually maybe it was that Hershey's bar I just devoured thats keeping me awake? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nevermind that..&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened with...Say it with me people: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Marching Bands of Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;... go figure! Then they hit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The New Year&lt;/span&gt; and afterwards decided to listen up to the voices in MY head that wer chanting my all-timer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Title &amp; Registration.&lt;/span&gt; The show was a mix of new and old and had a few songs that I had never really heard before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when I go to a live performance and completely get lost in the night...lost in time. I feel so free and I want to say I zone out, but honestly, I actually think I zone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to one of the best performances of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We Looked Like Giants&lt;/span&gt;, the beat and the sounds and everything working together, pulled me into this wildly romantic state. Gibbard sings about being young and in love, and doing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in the back of a grey sub compact...2 hot sweaty bodies fumbling around in this enclosed, uncomfortable space. Yet the mix of harsh and soft tones seemed to beg me to see the pure tenderness and allure in it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of something A.Myn said to me the other day: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I am not at all a romantic...I look at things logically and disect the hell out of everything."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand disection, damn I think I over analyze myself into a frenzy at times, but not have romance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a facet of my life that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; deprive myself of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Update*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Set List from Hammerstein Ballroom 10.20.05:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Marching Bands Of Manhattan &lt;br /&gt;The New Year &lt;br /&gt;Why You'd Want To Live Here &lt;br /&gt;Title and Registration &lt;br /&gt;Photobooth &lt;br /&gt;Soul Meets Body &lt;br /&gt;Summer Skin &lt;br /&gt;For What Reason &lt;br /&gt;Company Calls &lt;br /&gt;Crooked Teeth &lt;br /&gt;Different Names For The Same Thing &lt;br /&gt;Amputations &lt;br /&gt;Movie Script Ending &lt;br /&gt;What Sarah Said &lt;br /&gt;We Looked Like Giants &lt;br /&gt;The Sound Of Settling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore: &lt;br /&gt;I Will Follow You Into The Dark &lt;br /&gt;Expo' 86 &lt;br /&gt;Prove My Hypothesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-112986987320275529?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112986987320275529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=112986987320275529&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112986987320275529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112986987320275529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dc4c-4me.html' title='DC4C 4ME'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-112978382772235942</id><published>2005-10-20T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T04:53:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Mainstream Mirth</title><content type='html'>Around 4 today I got an email from a co-worker asking me what I was doing later that evening. Not much, seeing as though it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Step Challenge Wednesday'&lt;/span&gt; at Crunch. Then I got the offer. Would I want to take a chance and try to sneak into the Rob Thomas show tonight? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HECK YES!&lt;/span&gt; I live for this kind of stuff nowadays... The sneaky, adrenaline pumping, 'your not supposed to do that', 'thats not how you play the game' kind of stuff. Mainly because my whole life up until recently, when I moved to Manhattan, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; play the game the way it was supposed to be played. I was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; girl that always followed the rules. Not to mention the fact that I always seem to plan every minescule activity in my work week and weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot D-Roomie an e-mail to see if she would be interested and also added... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who the heck was Rob Thomas?&lt;/span&gt; She laughed at me and  said I totally knew who he was and probably heard tons of his songs. I thought long and hard and came up with: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Oh...Wait, is he the dude from Machbox 20? That crap is sooooo mainstream!'&lt;/span&gt; She laughed again and told me to shut it, that she was in LOVE with him. Whatever, who am I to pass up free live music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopping on the subway after work, we ventured back up to the theater, where we had been the other week. We were getting to be navigational pros. We met my co-worker Doni &amp; his GF Lane, and then met a few of Lane's friends who were also ready to take on the sly operation. D-Roomie and I stood on the corner, waiting for Doni to wave us over. We slid through a side entrance at the front of the theater, two at a time as not to draw attention to our sizeable group. That was the hard part and it was over already. Once inside, Doni mumbled something to D-Roomie and up the stairs she fled, with me on her heal not asking a single question. The two of us went all the way to the top without speaking, the nose bleed section was to be our hide out. Once there, we cozied ourselves into a little nook in the side corner, making sure to be out of the way for people who actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; seats. Down we went, indian-style on the concrete. Our co-conspirators where staked out in other various areas of the spacious theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby Boy hit the stage singing his heart out and had a full back up band and tamborine singers (not to mention one hell of a tight pair of unflattering jeans. Sorry had to mention). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh yeah... I know this one...and this one too!&lt;/span&gt; Floored by the fact that I was actually bopping along to some good beats, I shouted and sang to the familiar tunes. When it was all over with, D-Roomie and I leisurely made our way out the exit sign with the rest of the cattle herd and met up with our accomplices. We had done it, maneuevered our way right in and out with such simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an unforseen, unpredictable evening. That's one thing I love about Manhattan. Anything is possible (cliche but true). Tomorrow I will be getting psyched up for the Death Cab For Cutie concert... The event I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; tickets for, and have been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt; to go to for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-112978382772235942?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112978382772235942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=112978382772235942&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112978382772235942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112978382772235942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/unexpected-mainstream-mirth.html' title='Unexpected Mainstream Mirth'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-112959440371307585</id><published>2005-10-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:30:01.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrises &amp; Oranges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/DSCF0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/320/DSCF0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got in this evening after a grueling red-eye flight and strugglesome half day of work, from a visit with Daddy-Doo and N down south. After a completely relaxing weekend yet crazy Monday, I am now sleepily envisioning curling up like a kitten in my satin and down blankets and calling it an early night. But an early night is something I am getting pretty familiar with lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the land of 50+ Day-Dreamers it is easy to forget that a public place, such as a bar, could ever be open as late as, dare I say it...2am?! Mainly because at that hour of the night, you have been tucked away in your cozy air-conditioned bedroom for at least 4 hours, eagerly anticipating the next serene sunrise and warm cup of java you will soon be tasting while watching in wonder...(and in fond company might I add). The fear of turning in early and "missing something" does not exist in the slightest, and there is no pressure for deadlines or last minute to-do's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that activities and libations are rushed or overlooked here, it is just that they are approached and embraced much earlier in the day than someone of my (20-something) nature is used to. Yes- I caught myself at 2pm on Sunday, down by the pool with wine glass in hand; perfectly happy and content sipping away in the warm, sunny afternoon splendor. Mini rides on the golf cart (cup in hand)... Dinner to follow, where seafood abounded. And although nothing was rushed and a festive time was had by all, we were home, comfortable and content as the sun set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it so easy to lose myself in the day, forgetting where I was or how long I'd been there (and this was NOT due to the wine, I swear!)... It was due to the utter beauty and simplicity of the world around me. With endless activities at your fingertips and such appealing scenery, it seemed effortless to get caught up in a moment and enjoy its every essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greenery was a fascination in itself. Gardenias, forsythias and those vividly colored tropical flowers, seen on all Hawaiian shirts worn by Jimmy Buffet fans around the globe! And lets not forget about the Palms...I've attempted to chain myself to those intensely amazing trees more times than I'd like to recollect! And lastly, the fruit trees: Grapefruit...Oranges...All in nature's setting. Simply spectacular and always managing to taste so much sweeter than anything you could pick up at the farmer's market or Whole Foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting aspect of southern gulf living is its wildlife. I secretly think my Father likes to believe that they are the only house on the block, and the jungle is their backyard (if a jungle means a golf course anyway). I hear word of gators, bobcats, snakes, fire ants, dolphins, pelicans, manatees, box turtles and wild pigs...All I can say is thank goodness for those early morning lawn mowers and course manicurists to keep watch and scare these ferocious animals far from the view of civilians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend may very well have been the shortest vay-cay I've ever taken, but finally being with my Dad &amp; N in their tropical surroundings, gave me as much pleasure as a long jet-set out to Alanna Land... And that's a tough standard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-112959440371307585?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112959440371307585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=112959440371307585&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112959440371307585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112959440371307585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunrises-oranges.html' title='Sunrises &amp; Oranges'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-112913913796104629</id><published>2005-10-12T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:06:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin' In The Rain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/AA731b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/200/AA731b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this utterly gloomy morning, I hit the snooze button twice before hurling myself out of bed at the blurry sight of my alarm clock. Luckily, the game of dress up in front of my unflattering mirror did not take hold of me, and I ran out the door with umbrella in hand in the hopes that I wouldn't necessarily have to open it, like the previous grey days we have been encountering here in Manhattan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete wishful thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the phrase is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;torrential Downpour',&lt;/span&gt; which is a sufficient way of describing what was happening... Although I personally prefer: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Who- The- Fuck- Would- Actually- Step- Foot- Outside- Their- Apt- In- This- Soggy- Mess- And- Believe- They- Wouldn't- Get- Creamed- By- Gazillion- Mile- An- Hr- Winds- And- Pelleting- Rain- Drops- Being- Shot- From- The- Gods- Above'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah. That might about sum it up. Oh, and I have the answer...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out I trenched into the boisterous inclement weather, thinking I could take refuge under my darling little daisy umbrella with pretty green leaves and bright yellow hues. I got as far as the corner before the damn thing flipped upwards sending me flying in all directions. It's days like this I wish I had memorized the bus schedule or could find an empty cab...But no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached the subway I was entirely soaked from the waste down. My cute little sling-backs were acting like squeaky sponges under my toes and my bag which dipped concavely ever so slightly, made for a terrific bowl, capturing raindrops until it overflowed onto my hip... Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the anger and disgust started to build up inside of me, I turned the corner to notice one of the cutest guys Manhattan has been hiding. He was geared up from head to toe with rainslicker and umbrella yet still managed to keep a bounce in his step. We exchanged quick glances and that is when it hit me... I was wearing an enormous, unappealing, unflattering FROWN! I gasped- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh no, he thinks I'm pissed off! But I AM! But...WHY?! Ugh...,&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Damn it, am I really that much of a New Yorker already? WHY am I letting a little bit of rain get to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon realization of my terrible mood, I vowed to turn the other cheek. I scurried into my office like a wet rat approaching shelter. Today is a good day, I decided. Rain brings just the right excuse for a brand new, DRY ensemble! And so, off I went to shop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-112913913796104629?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112913913796104629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=112913913796104629&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112913913796104629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112913913796104629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/singin-in-rain.html' title='Singin&apos; In The Rain?'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-112899632644760522</id><published>2005-10-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:08:33.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ME</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like you can be so many things to different people? Like the way you sometimes act can depend on who is around you or who you are spending time with? It is not that I change myself to accomidate others, or pretend I'm something I'm not...It's just that maybe certain people can sometimes bring out different aspects of my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear then lies in the event that all these poeple, who have experieneced me in such different ways, will somehow all end up together, in the same room. Then what would happen? Its a frightful feeling to see these faces of those who you know have seen you in no other way than anyone else has. That you were unique to them and the expereinces you shared. And when you are suddenly faced with seeing them all at once, its like you want to stop...turn around...and run for it! Run away as fast as you can, so you don't have to explain. I feel like I am afraid that some big secret will be leaked out...leaving people like my Mother awestruck or my friends bewildered and perplexed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that crosses my mind anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I have days like today. Where I am unstoppable. Where I am ME in my purest essence. For this short time, I am not analyzing myself or afraid of who may judge me. I am not looking at myself or caring how I seem. I am simply me. Noboy can bring me down or keep me from basking in the rays of Alanna Land. No matter who it is, where we are in our interactions, or how familiar the face may be. I just can't help getting over all that... the formailities life brings, and just speak my mind. I almost feel like I've revealed too much, maybe I should stop and reassess the situation? But I have to continue...I NEED to continue. This optimistic force from within me is pushing its way out. Through my eyes, through my lips, it gushes and beams. I am free. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-112899632644760522?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112899632644760522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=112899632644760522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112899632644760522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112899632644760522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-me.html' title='I am ME'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-112870644063545704</id><published>2005-10-07T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:45:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer Trio, Live @ The Beacon, NYC 10.6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The concert was phenominal...I was truly blown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/916867948205_0_ALB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/916867948205_0_ALB2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/506767948205_0_ALB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/506767948205_0_ALB1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/254667948205_0_ALB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/254667948205_0_ALB1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/897077948205_0_ALB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/897077948205_0_ALB1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/987077948205_0_ALB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/987077948205_0_ALB1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067207-112870644063545704?l=alannajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/112870644063545704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14067207&amp;postID=112870644063545704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112870644063545704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14067207/posts/default/112870644063545704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alannajoy.blogspot.com/2005/10/john-mayer-trio-live-beacon-nyc-106.html' title='John Mayer Trio, Live @ The Beacon, NYC 10.6'/><author><name>alannajoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007822100135241436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GoGfqLCGXcE/SzMBQR_9lVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Pe1zchdxuA0/S220/n514831321_1339595_5123.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067207.post-112857105580932804</id><published>2005-10-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:52:05.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Say To John?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/1600/trioheader1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5372/1261/400/trioheader.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not only have I established that I am extremely content and at ease with the changing of seasons taking place inch by inch, day by day, leaf by leaf in this big city...But I also have other cause for grins and extreme sudden outbursts of joy this week= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;John Mayer Trio!..Playing tonight!...at the Beacon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed with myself for not only disregarding the use of capital letters when writing those last few words, but also that I did not insist on placing my all too characteristic parenthesis next to each one, explaining my exact thought or emotion as the words escaped my lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking forward to this concert for months now, way before the tickets could be pre-ordered or had even gone on sale! I will come clean: I am in udder facination, wonder an
