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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://artellacafe.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/atom.xsl" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en"><title type="html">The Bubble Gum Inspiration</title><subtitle type="html">A writer&amp;#39;s life: chewing on words, adventures, and olives at noon on Tuesday</subtitle><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/atom.aspx</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/default.aspx" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/atom.aspx" /><generator uri="http://communityserver.org" version="3.1.20917.1142">Community Server</generator><updated>2008-07-13T14:07:00Z</updated><entry><title>Riding the Wave</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/10/riding-the-wave.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/10/riding-the-wave.aspx</id><published>2008-10-10T23:07:00Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:07:00Z</updated><content type="html">Last night I was again faced with riding the wave. It&amp;#39;s the feeling of being undeserving, helpless, worthless; as if I&amp;#39;m sleepwalking with no real purpose in this life. I sink into a completely dark emotional pit where nothing can be said to me to make me see any differently. I become irrational, angry. Like an alcoholic on a drunk, I don&amp;#39;t see any light until after the morning after. In truth I&amp;#39;ve been dealing with riding the wave for many years but it was masked until last fall...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/10/riding-the-wave.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=21046" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="life" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/life/default.aspx" /><category term="pmdd" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/pmdd/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>She</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/10/she.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/10/she.aspx</id><published>2008-10-10T21:13:00Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:13:00Z</updated><content type="html">And still... She (Words: Bergquist/Detweiler Music: Bergquist) What she would like to do Is get you out of her head She’s tried every trick She’s so sick of thinking about it What’s so special about you You’re an ache she’s learned to crave You’re a blade too dull to raise But she cuts herself On you every night She’s just dying To lay down the knife What she would love to do Is get you out of her bed She’s played it over and over and over In her head But she cuts herself On you every night She’s...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/10/she.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=21035" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="over the rhine" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/over+the+rhine/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Being An Oregon Duck</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/07/being-an-oregon-duck.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/07/being-an-oregon-duck.aspx</id><published>2008-10-08T03:39:00Z</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:39:00Z</updated><content type="html">My dad has called me his Lucky Ducky for years, has referred to my feet as webbies and always makes me laugh when he impersonates Donald Duck sneezing. You could say I was destined to be an official duck and in Oregon, I certainly am just that. Fall is starting to make herself known: And with those beautiful colors comes the rain. It&amp;#39;s a good thing I invested in an umbrella when I arrived here at the end of last winter! Saturday morning, Roger and I headed to Alton Baker Park to volunteer for...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/07/being-an-oregon-duck.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=20804" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="eugene" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/eugene/default.aspx" /><category term="greenhill" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/greenhill/default.aspx" /><category term="ducks" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/ducks/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Getting Our Quack On</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/05/getting-our-quack-on.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/05/getting-our-quack-on.aspx</id><published>2008-10-05T18:14:00Z</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:14:00Z</updated><content type="html">Had a change in our Friday night Woztober plans and didn&amp;#39;t end up going to see the band we were going to see as something much more important came up! Meet Malcolm: As you can see, Malcolm is totally refined, serious, and well-mannered at all times. Okay seriously, who am I kidding? THIS is Malcolm (and notice his refined, serious, well-mannered wife in this pic too): We got word that after a long time coming, Malcolm got a new job here in Eugene and that meant a few things. One, we could hooray...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/05/getting-our-quack-on.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=20617" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="eugene" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/eugene/default.aspx" /><category term="friends" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/friends/default.aspx" /><category term="woztober" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/woztober/default.aspx" /><category term="karaoke" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/karaoke/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Wine Experience</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/02/wine-experience.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/02/wine-experience.aspx</id><published>2008-10-03T03:45:00Z</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:45:00Z</updated><content type="html">Tonight was my first official wine tasting. Roger and I met up with Rebecca and Candace to get our wine taste on. Here is Roger taking the first taste: There were sheets to write a lot of details about each wine down but my palate isn&amp;#39;t quite up to par to get a lot of details down. I gave it a star if I liked it or wrote &amp;quot;eh&amp;quot; if I didn&amp;#39;t. Technical I know. Rebecca was great about explaining some of the wine tasting basics to us and I finally learned what it means when a wine &amp;quot;has...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/02/wine-experience.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=20437" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="friends" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/friends/default.aspx" /><category term="woztober" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/woztober/default.aspx" /><category term="wine" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/wine/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Introducing...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/01/introducing.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/01/introducing.aspx</id><published>2008-10-02T01:54:00Z</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:54:00Z</updated><content type="html">Our newest vegan project. We are sharing the love here at Hungry Hungry Veganos ....(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/01/introducing.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=20351" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="vegan" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/vegan/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Woztober</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/01/woztober.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/01/woztober.aspx</id><published>2008-10-01T19:25:00Z</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:25:00Z</updated><content type="html">The leaves are starting to turn warm shades of orange, red, and yellow. Pumpkins are turning up on porches and in yards all over the neighborhood. The sweet smell of autumn is everywhere. October, or as I like to refer to it, Woztober is here and this gal is pleased as the proverbial punch. My goal is that this Woztober be the best yet. I&amp;#39;m going to try new things and shake off old patterns. I&amp;#39;m going to surround myself with good friends, good food, good music, and strive to be constantly...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/10/01/woztober.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=20334" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="woztober" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/woztober/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Commitment</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/09/11/commitment.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/09/11/commitment.aspx</id><published>2008-09-11T16:23:00Z</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:23:00Z</updated><content type="html">About a week ago, I received an e-mail that got my gears turning and my soul, once again, searching. It was a seemingly harmless e-mail from Writer&amp;#39;s Market letting me know that in 30 days my subscription was going to expire. Why on Earth would a simple notice such as that create such a stir you might wonder, well, allow me to explain. I remember exactly where I was when I subscribed to Writer&amp;#39;s Market. I was in the back office of my shoppe while my then sweetie was pouring me a cup of Good...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/09/11/commitment.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=19208" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="writing" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/writing/default.aspx" /><category term="goals" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/goals/default.aspx" /><category term="morning pages" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/morning+pages/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Better with Age</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/09/01/better-with-age.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/09/01/better-with-age.aspx</id><published>2008-09-01T18:39:00Z</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:39:00Z</updated><content type="html">Last Sunday I volunteered at Greenhill&amp;#39;s annual Rover Romp. Over 300 people and dogs came to the event to help raise money for our local humane society. I arrived at 6 a.m. to help set up for the day, then did registration, followed by helping with the actual race, then got to enjoy some festivities before it was time to tear down. It was A LOT of work but totally worth it! Because I was so busy, I didn&amp;#39;t get to take many pictures. (Well, that and the fact that I forgot to properly charge...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/09/01/better-with-age.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=18940" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="goodbyes" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/goodbyes/default.aspx" /><category term="love" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/love/default.aspx" /><category term="doggies" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/doggies/default.aspx" /><category term="greenhill" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/greenhill/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Hi!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/30/hi.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/30/hi.aspx</id><published>2008-08-30T16:15:00Z</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:15:00Z</updated><content type="html">Sorry for being so remiss. I&amp;#39;m here! I&amp;#39;m alive! And things are, well, changing. Again. I&amp;#39;ll be back soon with more of what is happening in the world of Wozzie but for now I just wanted to stop in and say hi. Oh and here&amp;#39;s me at the annual Whiteaker Block Party: Smile!...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/30/hi.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=18817" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author></entry><entry><title>Oregon Country Fair (Part 2)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/14/oregon-country-fair-part-2.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/14/oregon-country-fair-part-2.aspx</id><published>2008-08-15T03:36:00Z</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:36:00Z</updated><content type="html">I&amp;#39;m back to share the rest of my Oregon Country Fair goodness! I wonder how long it took to learn how to walk on these? We drove so we had to park way out yonder. Next year we might be adventurous and take the mode of transport that gets VIP parking right in front of the gates: More costumes! So much music! So many stages. We danced awhile here at the main one: Say soy cheeeese! It was REALLY HOT the day of the fair but they had little stations like these throughout so we could cool down: And...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/14/oregon-country-fair-part-2.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=18262" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="eugene" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/eugene/default.aspx" /><category term="country fair" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/country+fair/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>The Oregon Country Fair (Part 1)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/07/the-oregon-country-fair-part-1.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/07/the-oregon-country-fair-part-1.aspx</id><published>2008-08-08T03:08:00Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:08:00Z</updated><content type="html">I attended the Oregon Country Fair almost a month ago and am so glad I didn&amp;#39;t miss out on this one. Sure people kept talking about the fair and how much fun it was but I was thinking if I&amp;#39;d seen one fair I&amp;#39;d seen them all, right? I mean, aren&amp;#39;t all fairs just lame rides and a lot of food I can&amp;#39;t eat anyway? Well, thank my lucky stars that this was not that kind of fair! It&amp;#39;s hard to even put into words how amazing this event is. Even the pictures are not going to do it justice...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/08/07/the-oregon-country-fair-part-1.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=17974" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="eugene" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/eugene/default.aspx" /><category term="friends" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/friends/default.aspx" /><category term="country fair" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/country+fair/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>Cafe Wozzie</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/29/cafe-wozzie.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/29/cafe-wozzie.aspx</id><published>2008-07-30T02:51:00Z</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:51:00Z</updated><content type="html">So although I LOVE my new habit of heading to the Goat to write, I also love lazy Sunday afternoons that could be spent entirely with pen in hand if I so wished. Sunday now seems to be turning into a stay-at-home-writing-with-at-least-one-kitty-in-your-lap kind of day and since the Wandering Goat doesn&amp;#39;t deliver, I have to take matters into my own hands. Ta da! Yes indeedy! Cafe Wozzie serves fresh, hot zucchini muffins (with that produce coming from a local CSA thankyouverymuch) and a delicious...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/29/cafe-wozzie.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=17579" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="writing" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/writing/default.aspx" /><category term="tea" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/tea/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>A Place to Write - Part "Do"</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/16/a-place-to-write-part-quot-do-quot.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/16/a-place-to-write-part-quot-do-quot.aspx</id><published>2008-07-16T19:39:00Z</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:39:00Z</updated><content type="html">I was successful in my venture to locate a place that could become my go to venue for all things writing. All I had to do was become a bit of a wanderer -- a goat if you will. Like this: There is a cute little coffee shop tucked away in the Whiteaker District, not too terribly far from where I live. Every night this past week I have gotten in the habit of hopping on my bike and peddling over to The Wandering Goat . Here I find a hip little place with high top tables, vegan pastries, coffee galore...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/16/a-place-to-write-part-quot-do-quot.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=17120" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="writing" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/writing/default.aspx" /><category term="eugene" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/eugene/default.aspx" /><category term="coffee" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/coffee/default.aspx" /><category term="tea" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/tea/default.aspx" /></entry><entry><title>True Love...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/13/true-love.aspx" /><id>http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/13/true-love.aspx</id><published>2008-07-14T00:07:00Z</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:07:00Z</updated><content type="html">Is exactly what this is: So many of us look for it. So many of us want it so badly. Yet will it ever be as sweet, as innocent, or as complete as this?...(&lt;a href="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/2008/07/13/true-love.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://artellacafe.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=16986" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Wozzie</name><uri>http://artellacafe.com/members/Wozzie.aspx</uri></author><category term="kitties" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/kitties/default.aspx" /><category term="love" scheme="http://artellacafe.com/blogs/awake_and_dreaming/archive/tags/love/default.aspx" /></entry></feed>