tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234611492024-03-07T14:15:02.655-05:00We at 39 Bonnyvale Road . . .The comings, goings, and goings on at 39 Bonnyvale Road.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-6221930847676766212009-01-10T12:11:00.001-05:002009-01-10T12:12:46.123-05:00Festivus - the festival for the rest of us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwkbS7px58Wc-f3UXSsX8t7d1hw_e0_en5AbkBsZ_a1q6m17OxXdcg2JriHxxC65icixjMOrfSfaqzAyOEB_59Dj2HMmOIwmvQ6atELWjIg9HEZFL9BqeTfn_wXQBUitpyadWjQ/s1600-h/festivus.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwkbS7px58Wc-f3UXSsX8t7d1hw_e0_en5AbkBsZ_a1q6m17OxXdcg2JriHxxC65icixjMOrfSfaqzAyOEB_59Dj2HMmOIwmvQ6atELWjIg9HEZFL9BqeTfn_wXQBUitpyadWjQ/s400/festivus.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289714173652405522" /></a>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-78562276027876063532008-12-14T09:11:00.001-05:002008-12-14T09:12:22.220-05:00Happy Holidays<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A619750' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=j1itagvfBEZxUpw0&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=j1itagvfBEZxUpw0&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=j1itagvfBEZxUpw0&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Try JibJab Sendables® <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'>eCards</a> today!</div></div><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjkyNjM4MDQ4ODAmcHQ9MTIyOTI2MzgzOTQ*MSZwPTE5MTEzMSZkPTI2NSZnPTImdD*mbz*wZDhmZmY2NmJlYmI*MzFkYmJmYjM1Y2E3M2E5NmYzNg==.gif" />Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-28555894633270258022008-10-13T07:38:00.001-04:002008-10-13T07:38:38.795-04:00The fall colors in Brattleboro<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZ8oAPoYkoE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZ8oAPoYkoE&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-32767500940532125812008-07-20T08:40:00.001-04:002008-07-20T08:42:15.682-04:00The Circus is in townFor the last three years we've made attending Circus Smirkus, a youth circus that comes to town, a part of our summer. For the last two years we've hosted troopers during their time in Brattleboro. These are some remarkable kids -- take a look. This year Iain was especially excited that we had BOYS staying with us!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzevQ-Z0THk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzevQ-Z0THk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-38978832975488660022008-07-05T09:29:00.001-04:002008-07-05T09:29:34.169-04:00Happy 4th from Brattleboro<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/blXc6SeORpI"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/blXc6SeORpI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-16816282091777590892007-06-03T13:29:00.000-04:002007-06-03T13:30:26.895-04:00Isn't it great that rap has finally found a local form in Vermont?<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GL7uW4TYqbs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GL7uW4TYqbs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1157231988349180322006-09-02T17:19:00.000-04:002006-09-02T17:27:43.133-04:00The right to bare arms and . . .<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/iainbottom.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/iainbottom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Our local naked teens have made the news as Iain exercises his Vermont-given right to bare arms and bottoms:<br /><br />By Regina Haggo<br />The Hamilton Spectator<br /><br />(Sep 2, 2006)<br />Vermont was the first American territory to abolish slavery. It did so in 1777, when it became a republic. Freedom is the first word in Vermont's state motto, Freedom and Unity, and Vermonters take it seriously.<br /><br />Maybe that's why public nudity is legal in Vermont, and not, for instance, in neighbouring Massachusetts. Or maybe no one thought to doff their clothes in public.<br /><br />That's what a couple of dozen teenagers have been doing this summer in downtown Brattleboro, a town of about 20,000 on the Connecticut River.<br /><br />"We just thought it would be a little fun," Charles Corry, 19, told The Boston Globe. He's one of the young people of both sexes who have been hanging out in the Harmony Parking Lot.<br /><br />Hannah Phillips, 15, has not disrobed but she defended others' right to do so. "People have a basic human right to be naked if they want to."<br /><br />Others disagree. And at least one woman has complained to the town council, which will discuss the possibility of legislation this month.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1153602614378577172006-07-22T17:07:00.000-04:002006-07-22T17:10:14.380-04:00Iainesque<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/eyebrow.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/400/eyebrow.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>We expect this to happen at our house any moment now . . .Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1146335235151073762006-04-29T14:24:00.000-04:002006-04-29T14:27:15.163-04:00Spring!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/Spring.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/Spring.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The forsythia, the plum and the daffodil are all in bloom, it's been warm and sunny for weeks, the lawn needs a trim . . . Amelia declares it officially SPRING at 39 Bonnyvale Road.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1146407582185657502006-04-28T10:20:00.000-04:002006-04-30T10:39:15.886-04:00Al Franken came to town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/biz_040803franken.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/biz_040803franken.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It was worth arranging for day care, rescheduling my class and getting in line an hour early. <a href="http://shows.airamericaradio.com/alfrankenshow/"> Al Franken came to do his Air America</a> radio show live from the local Latchis Theater and Lois got us tickets (free). A quick google search of Al is a perfect way to understand just why I like him so much. You'll find endless conservative rants and abusive comments about how he is "what's wrong with America". You won't find a single reasoned argument for why this would be so. Al Franken drives conservatives crazy by taking them seriously but inquiring into their thinking (what there is of it). Unlike drug-addled Rush and Sponge-fantasy O'Reilly, Franken doesn't rant so much as ask questions and (as in the title of his book) highlight the lies that we're being fed daily, all in a low key sort of grumbly way. We love him.<br /><br />The theater was filled to capacity. When guest Bernie Sanders (Vermont's single congressman who is currently running to fill one of our two Senate seats) entered the theater he got a standing ovation. Vermont LOVES Bernie -- an outspoken, direct and funny politician. One of the few non-millionaire members of Congress. After sitting through three hours of the show I felt, for the first time in ages, a sense of hope about the direction of our country. There are people out there who realize just how dangerously far down a foolish path we've been led. It was worth spending a gloriously sunny warm Friday afternoon inside a theater to get that sense of hope and to sit with 750 people (of our town of 12,000) cheering the idea that goverment should be competent, open, honest and work to the good of the people rather than the corporations. From inside an old theater we got a much needed breath of fresh air.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1146359549832286372006-04-16T21:00:00.000-04:002006-05-02T21:41:47.773-04:00The rules for Easter<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/IainOutside.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/IainOutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/AmeliaOutside.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/AmeliaOutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/IainEgg.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/IainEgg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/AmeliaEgg.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/AmeliaEgg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/Easter1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/Easter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The ecclesiastical rules for the date for Easter for those using the Gregorian calendar are:<br /><br />• Easter falls on the first Sunday following the first ecclesiastical full moon that occurs on or after the day of the vernal equinox;<br />• this particular ecclesiastical full moon is the 14th day of a tabular lunation (new moon); and<br />• the vernal equinox is fixed as March 21.<br /><br />As a result, this year it fell on April 16th. Next year it will be the 8th. In '08 it'll be March 23, in '09 April 12. But regardless of which particular Sunday it falls, somehow the Easter bunny is able to figure it out. What I can't figure out is the relationship between the Easter Bunny and the Easter Eggs. Given all the eggs shouldn't it be an Easter Chicken that sneeks in and hides them? I tried this theory out on Amelia and she put her little four-year-old hand on her hip like a veteran teen, flicked her hair back and said "Nooooo Daddy. It is NOT an Easter Chicken. It's and Easter BUNNY."<br /><br />No fooling her. The bunny came. He (she?) hid the eggs, dutifully ate the carrots and lettuce that was left out (so much healthier than Santa!) and as an added bonus tossed a bunch of plastic eggs filled with healthy snacks or jelly beans all around the lawn. To delight Iain several of the plastic spheres were not eggs but balls: basket, soccer and base.<br /><br />It was a beautiful day with the first buds budding and the Magnolias in full bloom.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1146317975865243712006-04-05T09:36:00.000-04:002006-05-02T21:41:04.596-04:00Amelia's Birthday<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/AmeliaBday.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/AmeliaBday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />On an unusually warm April 5th day Amelia celebrated turning four. Friends came, cake was eaten, an extended game of "tickle monster" was played (for which Dad was recruited for the lead role) and lots of running around outside was enjoyed.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1146317142077908262006-03-19T08:56:00.000-05:002006-04-29T14:28:31.943-04:00TESOL '06<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/LoisAve.jpg"><img style="left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/LoisAve.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/PELT.jpg"><img style="right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/PELT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/DaliSean.jpg"><img style="left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/DaliSean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/Marshall.jpg"><img style="right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/Marshall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />In Spring Sean abandoned 39 Bonnyvale for the warmer clime of Tampa Florida for a week of TESOL. Lois was never far from his mind as he passed Lois Ave twice each day going to and from the conference. In addition to seeing lots of friends from all over, Sean presented with friends Elizabeth (from SIT) and Radmilla (from Belgrade) and made a quick trip to the Dali Museum.<br /><br />The trip finished with a brief evening in the historic district to celebrate St. Patrick's Day followed by hours in Marshall's hotel lobby waiting for a cab to go back to the unfashionable part of town where Sean stayed.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1146405345333486662006-03-11T09:54:00.000-05:002006-04-30T09:56:12.110-04:00Sugaring time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/Sugaring.0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/Sugaring.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/VenisonDinner.0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/VenisonDinner.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/MarchMoon.0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/MarchMoon.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The full moon in March brought several treats to our little corner of Vermont. First, it was sugaring season. The sap was flowing in the Maples, yes even our maples in the backyard produce the lovely clear sap that, when boiled down, becomes an amber elixir.<br /><br />Mark, our neighbor in the back, taps the trees and boils the sugar. This takes several days of tending a fire. It's a time to sit, to reflect on life and the coming spring. Friends come to sit and chat as the sap bubbles in the evaporation pan and the wood fire crackles beneath it. Occasionally he scoops out a cup of the still watery syrup and passes it around. Amelia and Iain LOVE the sweet earthy flavor. I like the sitting. I like the talking about plans, about what to plant in the spring, about how to keep the deer from eating the fruit tree saplings Mark's planted, but mostly I like the quiet sitting and tending the fire. It has about it what I imagine attracts people to fishing. It's a license to sit and do nothing and have it valued as 'something.' I know that I've been enculturated in such a way that I feel a bit guilty about 'just' sitting, but if I can call it "fishing" or "sugaring" then it's okay. Sugaring time is an officially sanctioned time of meditation.<br /><br />On top of the sugaring Mark also got a deer and invited us up for a meal of deer tenderloin. It was a lovely evening of amazing food, good conversation and entertainment provided by Iain, Amelia and Lucia as they ran back and forth with new costumes or as new animals whose identity we had to guess by what sounds they made. Despite being a technophile who likes staying wired wirelessly I appreciate these sorts of times -- in touch with friends and the rhythms of nature. Enjoying the most basic elements. It's good to have a naturalist as a neighbor! And like my appreciation for Spring that is so influenced by having survived the winter, my appreciation for sugaring, and venison and stopping to appreciate the full moon as we walk home is amplified by the contrast to my wired busy life.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1141612503966722402006-03-05T21:31:00.000-05:002006-04-29T08:55:08.596-04:00Suzan Sunshine<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/SuzBev.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/SuzBev.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/LoisSuz.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/LoisSuz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/suzansunshine.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/suzansunshine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Suzan Sunshine Kobashigawa (small bridge by the river) came to visit! What a wonderful surprise. We've known Suzan since the taxi and butter chicken days of Tokyo Hombu GEOS. Dr. Kobashigawa is here for a week of wine, olive oil and karaoke. It's been a wonderful time of reminence of life in late '80's Tokyo and mid 90's Brattleboro -- what fun! Our reunion included a breakfast with fellow MAT25 Bev who is a visiting professor this year.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1141589720397048282006-03-05T15:10:00.000-05:002006-03-05T15:22:12.496-05:00Princess Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/IMG_0386.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/IMG_0386.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Rei came to visit for a night of sushi, <a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=ht1ado4.173eb32w&x=1&y=-bzya6n">princess dancing</a> and a group bath. What a night!Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1146360239718263602005-10-31T21:17:00.000-05:002006-05-02T21:55:22.866-04:00Halloween '05<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/Halloween2005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/Halloween2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Here's a shot of the skunk, pumpkin and witch on their way out for trick or treating. This year we actually had a trick or treater. Lois et. al. were out on the town while I was cleaning the kitchen and doing the dishes when a loud knock knock knock nearly gave me a heart attack. I turned around and a skull was peering in the kitchen window. . . second heart attack. I opened the door and a friendly baratone under the fiendish outfit said "trick or treat." A car was idleing up the road. It was a highschool kid out to cash in on Halloween. I'd bought an emergency bag of candy just in case (nobody has ever come in the four Halloweens we've been here.) I made my way out to the garage to get the bag from my car and was relieved to find that Lois and the kids were driving up as I handed over the loot. My little fiends had returned as this aberrant fiend made his way off to frighted others on Bonnyvale Road.Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23461149.post-1141599396804593192005-02-05T17:55:00.000-05:002006-04-30T09:53:25.700-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/1600/bannerheading.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7235/2407/320/bannerheading.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Seanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848854280306896190noreply@blogger.com0