tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111307072024-02-28T02:17:54.745-08:00PINK CELLOPHANE DREAMS... take a moment to breathe deeply and look at a picture, and it will begin to speak to you...to tell you its' story...
©SweetKali 2005 – 2012SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-11271813015195919852013-07-08T11:33:00.002-07:002013-07-08T11:33:53.365-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>POST LOOP IS A SCAM - WRITERS BEWARE!! </b></div>
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<b><i>Below is an open email sent to Post Loop, a pay-per-post website which is, in my opinion, ripping writers off. </i></b></div>
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Post Loop is clearly ripping writers off by getting them to do 20 posts for
free... even though you say you only want 10 posts for quality review, which
is a rip off in the first place as you only need 2 posts to determine
quality.<br />
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I got your scam figured out.<br />
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1. After the applicant has subscribed and written 10 posts, you lie and
tell them they have not subscribed and cannot get credit for the 10 posts
they've already written.<br />
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2. You tell them to subscribe again and write 10 more posts.<br />
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3. The end result is you've gotten 20 posts for free and the writer has
nothing to show for that work.
Which, by the way, is iffy on your part as I observed bad sentence
structure, misspellings and poor puntcuation throughout your forums.<br />
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No writer of any talent would want to be associated with hustlers like Post
Loop. I will be reporting your SCAM along with a copy of this email in the
proper places including the website which recommended you and also on my
three blogs.
sweetkali
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SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-75818084857446431122008-11-20T13:44:00.000-08:002008-11-20T14:30:38.373-08:00MY LIVING ROOM IN HEAVENLAND<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2cF1LKHSro/SSXjbMcWFmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FBEKaV9z80I/s1600-h/GWHm1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2cF1LKHSro/SSXjbMcWFmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FBEKaV9z80I/s400/GWHm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270868995243120226" /></a><br /><br />I live in the most wonderful neighborhood in Southern California. Everywhere one looks are beautiful plantings, brightly-colored flowers, charming bungalows and cottages and majestic mini-mansions. I can walk to the downtown area and visit coffeehouses, cafes, restaurants and three large shopping complexes. I am never bored living here.<br /><br />I have a choice of more than a couple of movie theatres and can visit my local post office, supermarkets, fire station, bookstores, farmers' market, libraries and more within a few blocks. Yet, after strolling six blocks, I'm back in my residential area, which is peaceful and quiet and great for powerwalking or running. Crime is practically non-existent and there's plenty of street parking. Best of all, there are plenty of seniors living comfortably in my area and they walk safely at all times of the day or night. I consider it an honor to escort an elderly neighbor across one of my streets.<br /><br />Also, the beau-monde hipsters are all crowded into Venice, Santa Monica and West Hollywood and haven't discovered this little bit of heaven as of yet. No traffic, no noise and no hipper-than-thou types.<br /><br />I arrived here by accident, having jumped into a darling circa 1930's restored red-tiled complex of only six units. My place is up high with plenty of windows; like an ivory tower with complete privacy 360 degrees around. From the inside, in the front, I have a breathtaking view of hillside homes...it looks like Como, Italy on sunny days, with the sunlight sparkling on palm trees lining on my street. From my front door, I look across my mini-porch through a charming archway with a blue topped folly on my neighbor's roof. Absolutely charming.<br /><br />The photo above of my living room reflects the beauty on the interior which surrounds me on the outside. The painting above the fireplace behind te reclining buddah is one of my works and it is bracketed by dakini,(wooden Thai angel statuettes. The birght blue canvase with the buddah statue in front of it is a small painting I found in a thrift store of red tulips. Behind the bouquet is a large painting of BB King by an outsider artist. I wanted to share it with you. I am very lucky, indeed.SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1124063628363890132005-08-14T21:33:00.000-07:002005-09-04T00:11:52.053-07:00THE VINTAGE KITSCH OF THE AZTEC HOTEL<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div> I recently took a day trip to Monrovia, California just to <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC004484.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC004483.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />visit the historic <a href="http://www.latimemachines.com/page4.html">Aztec Hotel</a>.<br /><br />I met interesting residents and also discovered quirky murals and birds!<br /><br />I write of birds, because the hotel lobby sports 3 or 4 cages of live birds, who are quite active when company is around. They all sport distinct personalities; one of the cockatoos will scream and cry if a visitor strolls away from the cage; and only settles down once she returns. What a sweetheart.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC004661.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC004661.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>The birds' cages are kept in a darkened part of the Lobby however, and I wondered if the caged birds are being exposed to any sunlight and fresh air on a regular basis.<br /><br />I write of birds, because the Aztec Ladies Room, located right off the Main Lobby, sported a mural of white birds. In a rather offbeat, but oddly fitting tribute, the hotel's owner was also memoralized amongst the birds, dressed in a romantic white toga. While chatting with Harold, one of the Aztec Hotel's residents, he told me that the husband of the owner is also painted on the walls of the men's room.<br /><br />Restored and contemporary murals of Aztecian kitsch adorn the walls and hallways of the Hotel and do much to emphasize the themetic decor. Harold guided me to the Aztec Hotel's enormous patio, which was shabbily decorated with aging garden furniture. He pointed out the youthful artist of the Ladies Room and Meeting Room murals who was relaxing at a table with friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC004841.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC004841.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Although the patio is also undergoing restoration,<br />in the far corner there is a beautiful fountain<br />with painted images and live plantings and Aztechian flagstones adorned the patio floor.<br /><br />The Aztec Hotel building also hosts a barbershop<br />and a bar. There's a craft shop in the building <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> with a separate entrance from the outside. In the past, that particular space used to belong to<br />the Aztec Coffee Shop.<br /><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC004501.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/200/DSC004501.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a></div> </div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> Today, the only evidence of the Coffee Shop is a vintage stained <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> glass sign and a painted mural design pointing to the 'Toltec Coffee Shop'.<br /><br />I spent the remainder of my visit to the Aztec Hotel tootling around taking photos, cracking jokes with the desk clerk John and the barber in the barbershop, who sports a stupendous white <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00468.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/200/DSC00468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>handlebar mustache and sticking my nose and camera into places where it doesn't belong.<br /><br />If you are in the Southern California area, stop on by the Aztec Hotel, which is located at 311 West Foothill Blvd. in Monrovia, California.<br /><br />Here's some more images from my trip to the Hotel below. I hope you enjoy them.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC004701.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div> <div> </div> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />An Aztecian frieze of wood points the way to the Men's Room. <div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A peaceful scene in the Main Lobby.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> </div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00473.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A beautiful detail from a mural in the Meeting Room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00469.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00469.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kitzchy Aztecian paintings adorn a skylight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00481.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">An Aztecian mural and stained glass decorate a stairway.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00504.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00504.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><br />A luscious red banquette resides in the Aztec Hotel Bar.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00491a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00491a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">An ancient cubbyhole system is still being utilized for the residents' mail.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00464.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/320/DSC00464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Ladies Room off the Main Lobby area is ablaze with mirrors and light; each circa1930's era mirror is crowned with a flower garland.<br /></div> </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2092/618/1600/DSC00491a.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: right;"> </div>SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1111217027522118142005-03-18T23:18:00.000-08:002005-03-18T23:29:53.606-08:00LOS ANGELES CENTRAL LIBRARY TABLEAU<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/6824357_b02baaa7ae_b.jpg" style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-left: 20px; width: 393px; height: 336px;" /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The exterior of the downtown Los Angeles Central Library can, at times, resemble a human still life, or tableau.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1111033740445777352005-03-16T21:00:00.000-08:002005-03-16T21:04:19.293-08:00THE BEAUTIFUL PATSY JOHNSON<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/6703211/"></a> </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/6703211/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/6703211_1b7a5fb2c9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 347px; height: 310px;" /></a><br /></div> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />This beautiful face belongs to 72 year old Patsy Johnson, former fashion model and the proprietor of P.J. Choir Robes, Inc. in Los Angeles, California.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">She is the proud grandmother of Jenelle, Walter Marcus Jr. and little grandbaby Symphony Elizabeth!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The stylish Patsy is a strong and positive force in the Leimert Park community of Los Angeles, with the management of her popular choir robe business and her activities in the Church.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I really wanted to share her lovely smile with you because Ms.Johnson is a wonderful person with a pure heart and I loved photographing her. She's also a<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://www.photofriday.com/">Photo Friday</a> candidate too, under my name SweetKali.<br /></span>SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1110763499088560312005-03-13T17:24:00.000-08:002005-03-13T17:31:53.760-08:00THE IMPERIAL HOTEL LIVES ON...<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/6479484/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/6479484_bba7f0bea2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 407px; height: 230px;" /></a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sweetkali/">Sweetkali</a>. </span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">...in a Hollywood, California thrift shop. A beautiful example of the Asian design theory of "wabi-sabi".</span>SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1110184402733716062005-03-08T11:43:00.000-08:002005-03-07T10:50:02.973-08:00THE ARCHITECTURE OF CLOTHING<p><span style="font-family:arial;">A local architecture school in downtown Los Angeles exhibited pink clothing in its windows one summer. Why? Who knows..it may have been done in the name of art, fashion or even architecture!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/6057958/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; WIDTH: 202px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; HEIGHT: 237px" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos7.flickr.com/6057958_44ad6f1727_m.jpg" width="198" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Perhaps the exhibit was entitled 'The Architecture of Clothing.' It certainly would have been appropriate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I should have entered the school to actually visit the exhibit, but I found the exterior view much more interesting; it included clear light and limpid reflections which served to enhance the experience for me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Peering in from the outside gave me a feeling of elation and being rather undercover;similar to having a 'private' viewing of a special invitation-only exhibit in a posh gallery.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yep, I felt a bit special, peering at the clothing through the window; thereby allowing me to bring my own personal viewpoint and consciousness towards what the exhibit was imparting to its viewers and why it was conceived. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And, what did I discover? Well, the architectually significant buildings usually possess good bones, and I've realized that even clothing can also have the same strong sightlines as well...the simpler the fabric and style, the better. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There's a purity and beauty with simply hanging a classic piece of clothing on a wall and...just...looking.</span> </p>SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1109821585514869492005-03-02T19:51:00.000-08:002005-03-02T19:57:06.826-08:00A DOWNTOWN COFFEEHOUSE IN SEATTLE<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/5787135/"></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/5787135/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5787135_8e958ad91c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 394px; height: 255px;" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A mysterious woman sits quietly in a downtown Seattle coffeehouse and enjoys a peaceful moment filled with light, color and steaming hot brew.</span>SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1109728197189052472005-03-01T20:55:00.000-08:002005-03-01T20:57:14.913-08:00A PORTRAIT OF WISDOM<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/5714037/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5714037_a5705b0b11_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 147px; height: 249px;" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ></span><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ><br /></span></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/5724861/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5724861_35f0ca93f3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" ></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />This beautiful soul was walking up Hill Street in downtown Los Angeles, and I had the temerity to asking him to pose for a portrait. I was drawn by his colorful sense of style and personal dignity. This was a person who had lived and was a proud man; comfortable in his own skin.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">At first, he was wary, and then agreed, but warned me not "to use my photo for porno!".</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> I assured him that I certainly wouldn't. He backed up against a nearby building, folded his arms and posed; with and without his glasses.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I wish I knew his name; he has such wisdom in his eyes and demeanor</span>.SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11130707.post-1109641909891161822005-02-27T22:51:00.000-08:002005-03-01T08:44:12.166-08:00THE KOI LAUNDROMAT<div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/5626978/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5626978_1b8f60bd4a_m.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sweetkali/5626978/"></a>. </span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;">A woman gazes into the glowing storefront of the Koi Laundromat, a </span><span style="font-family:arial;">cutting-edge fashion boutique in Pasadena, California.</span> </p>SweetKalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17868404138892768571noreply@blogger.com1