<?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-6854195973738987946</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:18:09.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrella's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Starry Saltwater Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104296002046301276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e352/StarrySaltwaterRose/P2050071.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-5147357139038007983</id><published>2008-03-05T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:32:52.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rilke Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;O stars,&lt;br /&gt;isn't it from you that the lover's desire for the face&lt;br /&gt;of his beloved arises?  Doesn't his secret insight&lt;br /&gt;into her pure features come from the pure constellations?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "The Third Elegy" by Rainer Maria Rilke (via &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Amber Spyglass&lt;/span&gt; by Philip J. Pullman)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-5147357139038007983?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5147357139038007983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=5147357139038007983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/5147357139038007983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/5147357139038007983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/rilke-quote.html' title='Rilke Quote'/><author><name>Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZPFx2UpeQ/TYs2jDvyz4I/AAAAAAAAJEU/DLGABMetvyo/s220/AttheWedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-4398466441617880329</id><published>2008-03-03T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:37:08.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stargirl Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars. (pg 95)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment the moon was not there, and then it was, the one bright star.  We walked across the desert, hand in hand, saying nothing. (pg 94)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The earth is speaking to us, but we can't hear because of all the racket our senses are making.  Sometimes we need to erase them, erase ou senses.  Then--maybe--the eath will touch us.  The univese will speak.  The stars will whisper." (Stargirl speaking, pg 91)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargirl&lt;/span&gt; by Jerry Spinelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-4398466441617880329?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4398466441617880329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=4398466441617880329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/4398466441617880329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/4398466441617880329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/stargirl-quotes.html' title='Stargirl Quotes'/><author><name>Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZPFx2UpeQ/TYs2jDvyz4I/AAAAAAAAJEU/DLGABMetvyo/s220/AttheWedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-9129181986245106673</id><published>2007-11-18T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:04:29.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Matthews Band Quote: Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Look, here are we&lt;br /&gt;On this starry night, staring into space&lt;br /&gt;And I must say&lt;br /&gt;I feel as small as dust lying down here&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the song "Pig," off the Dave Matthews Band album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before These Crowded Streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-9129181986245106673?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9129181986245106673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=9129181986245106673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/9129181986245106673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/9129181986245106673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/dave-matthews-band-quote-pig.html' title='Dave Matthews Band Quote: Pig'/><author><name>Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZPFx2UpeQ/TYs2jDvyz4I/AAAAAAAAJEU/DLGABMetvyo/s220/AttheWedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-1532077853821617657</id><published>2007-11-15T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:25:33.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Star by Liester on deviantArt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="624" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=25504808"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=25504808" allowscriptaccess="always" height="624" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25504808/"&gt;The star&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://liester.deviantart.com/"&gt;Liester&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-1532077853821617657?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1532077853821617657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=1532077853821617657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/1532077853821617657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/1532077853821617657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/star-by-liester-on-deviantart.html' title='The Star by Liester on deviantArt'/><author><name>Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZPFx2UpeQ/TYs2jDvyz4I/AAAAAAAAJEU/DLGABMetvyo/s220/AttheWedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-4762223474656547857</id><published>2007-11-15T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:15:49.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Observation on Gaiman's Stardust</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;As noted, Stardust’s leading lady is Yvaine, a star in human form. who has fallen to Earth. The idea of a star in human form is not new. There is even a Marvel character, Cloud, a member of the Defenders in the 1980s, who was an entire nebula who took the form of a teenage girl (and sometimes a teenage boy) on Earth. I dealt with the concept in this column in my discussion of P.L. Travers’ first Mary Poppins book, in which one of the Pleiades appears as a young girl named Maia and even goes Christmas shopping in London (see “Comics in Context” #158).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found most intriguing about the Maia episode, and another one in which Mary Poppins hangs paper stars in the sky, is that they imply that in the world of Mary Poppins, science is wrong. Similarly, after meeting Yvaine, Tristran tells her “that he had always supposed stars to be, as Mrs. Cherry had taught them, flaming balls of burning gas many hundreds of miles across, just like the sun only further away” (p. 111). Mary Poppins and Stardust postulate that science is merely illusion, a notion that is appealing although not to be taken seriously. Science tells us that our planet is a miniscule part of a cosmos too vast for us to comprehend, to which we mean nothing. It is a bleak vision of reality. Wouldn’t the universe seem to be more benign if it had a more human scale, if the stars turned out to be people like ourselves, or to be tiny lights that we could reach out and touch just by climbing Mary Poppins’ ladder?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.quickstopentertainment.com/category/comics-in-context/"&gt;Comics in Context at Kevin Smith's Quick Stop Entertainment&lt;/a&gt;, a website that reviews comics and related work&lt;br /&gt;for the complete article, read &lt;a href="http://www.quickstopentertainment.com/2007/08/27/comics-in-context-191-you-are-my-lucky-star/"&gt;Comics in Context #191: My Lucky Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-4762223474656547857?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4762223474656547857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=4762223474656547857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/4762223474656547857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/4762223474656547857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/observation-on-gaimans-stardust.html' title='An Observation on Gaiman&apos;s Stardust'/><author><name>Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZPFx2UpeQ/TYs2jDvyz4I/AAAAAAAAJEU/DLGABMetvyo/s220/AttheWedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-219005058768375336</id><published>2007-10-02T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:33:03.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M is for Magic Quote: Troll Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;'Trolls can smell the rainbows, trolls can smell the stars,' it whispered, sadly.  'Trolls can smell the dreams you dreamed before you were ever born.  Come close to me and I'll eat your life.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the story "Troll Bridge" in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M is for Magic&lt;/span&gt;, by Neil Gaiman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-219005058768375336?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/219005058768375336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=219005058768375336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/219005058768375336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/219005058768375336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/m-is-for-magic-quote-troll-bridge.html' title='M is for Magic Quote: Troll Bridge'/><author><name>Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhZPFx2UpeQ/TYs2jDvyz4I/AAAAAAAAJEU/DLGABMetvyo/s220/AttheWedding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-135823174640602518</id><published>2006-12-29T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:32:06.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Wilde Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;We are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Oscar Wilde, unknown source&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-135823174640602518?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/135823174640602518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=135823174640602518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/135823174640602518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/135823174640602518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/oscar-wilde-quote.html' title='Oscar Wilde Quote'/><author><name>Starry Saltwater Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104296002046301276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e352/StarrySaltwaterRose/P2050071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-5628561799322784185</id><published>2006-12-29T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T11:23:53.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e352/StarrySaltwaterRose/Blog%20Graphics/starrynight.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about one of my favorite paintings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-5628561799322784185?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5628561799322784185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=5628561799322784185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/5628561799322784185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/5628561799322784185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/starry-night-by-vincent-van-gogh.html' title='Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh'/><author><name>Starry Saltwater Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104296002046301276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e352/StarrySaltwaterRose/P2050071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e352/StarrySaltwaterRose/Blog%20Graphics/th_starrynight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6854195973738987946.post-5092584324242221403</id><published>2006-12-29T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:59:01.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Estrella?</title><content type='html'>Estrella is just one of my many names and means star in Spanish.  This particular blog is a place for me to collect anything related to stars, in literature, art or other media.  This is something I've done for years in a notebook, so I decided to publish it as a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check out my many other blogs, go to my main page, &lt;a href="http://understarproductions.blogspot.com"&gt;Understar Productions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6854195973738987946-5092584324242221403?l=estrellasjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5092584324242221403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6854195973738987946&amp;postID=5092584324242221403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/5092584324242221403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6854195973738987946/posts/default/5092584324242221403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estrellasjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/who-is-estrella.html' title='Who is Estrella?'/><author><name>Starry Saltwater Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05104296002046301276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e352/StarrySaltwaterRose/P2050071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
