﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>MyItThings.com/prolificmuse</title><link>http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/</link><copyright>©2008 MyItThings.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><description>Prolificmuse is an English Literature major and cartoonist from Simi Valley, Calfornia.</description><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 09:02:01 GMT</pubDate><ttl>60</ttl><image><url>http://myitthings.com/images/editors/120/5252007121542PMa.jpg</url><title>prolificmuse</title><link>http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/</link></image><item><title>I Dare You</title><pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 07:25:39 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Life/I-Dare-You/502212009022562822.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Life/I-Dare-You/502212009022562822.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Life</category><category>nostalgia</category><description>&lt;p&gt; A skinny, thirteen-year-old Adonis still skates around my block, if only in the meandering memory that belongs to a mousey, twelve-year-old girl  Carpe Diem, his body whispered.  Yet I never sailed down.   After he flew down my driveway, we rested, talked, snacked, and laughed, sprawling across the warm pavement of our cul-de-sac. His father paged him as night advanced over the playground of our ... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Life/I-Dare-You/502212009022562822.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Funny Thing</title><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 10:10:28 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Thought/A-Funny-Thing/58262008051015882.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Thought/A-Funny-Thing/58262008051015882.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Thought</category><description>&lt;p&gt;  Write for ten minutes using this as your opening line:   Aim for ten minutes. Look at the clock on the bottom-right corner of your screen, start writing, and stop writing ten minutes later. You can write for longer, but shoot for ten minutes minimum. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; A funny thing happened on my way to French class the other morning. I usually run late to this class, because I m procrastinating at this ver... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Thought/A-Funny-Thing/58262008051015882.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What Are You?</title><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2007 07:37:53 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Thought/What-Are-You-/4068200702264006.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Thought/What-Are-You-/4068200702264006.htm</link><category>General</category><category>It Thought</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Thought/What-Are-You-/4068200702264006.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/68200722540AM8.jpg" title="More-than-my-parts."/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;It's almost eleven on my last Thursday in my Freshman dorm and I've just skimmed through my art professor, Kip Fulbeck's book Part Asian, 100% Hapa, and of course this means that I have to write a "mini" manifesto of my own "Hapa" identity, because it's the end of a year where everyone knows me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At the beginning of every year, I get this question: What are you?  Sure, there are a few people who... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/General/It-Thought/What-Are-You-/4068200702264006.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The History of a Shoe</title><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 08:31:07 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/fashion/It-Shoes/The-History-of-a-Shoe/54525200702143736.htm</guid><link>http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/fashion/It-Shoes/The-History-of-a-Shoe/54525200702143736.htm</link><category>fashion</category><category>It Shoes</category><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/fashion/It-Shoes/The-History-of-a-Shoe/54525200702143736.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myitthings.com/images/posts/120/525200721358AM5.jpg" title="Add-Image-Tag"/&gt;&lt;/A&gt;	We discovered the lonely, white, patent leather pump in the box at the antique store, though we some how doubted that it was truly an antique as is the problem with inexpensive antique stores.  It was something still in style, if only it still had its mate.  Its white surface had been marred by a few scratches and smudges, and the bow on the heel hung precariously by a few remaining threads.  The... &lt;A target="_Blank" Href="http://myitthings.com/prolificmuse/Post/fashion/It-Shoes/The-History-of-a-Shoe/54525200702143736.htm"&gt;[Original Post on MyItThings.com]&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>