<?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-8506159534797416117</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:10:22.617-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatumafuti 2008</title><subtitle type='html'>Excavations in American Samoa, under the direction of ASPA.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506159534797416117.post-5536486040936920370</id><published>2008-07-25T17:46:00.004-11:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:22:32.145-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatumafuti</title><content type='html'>Fatumafuti is a multi-year project involving some sewer lines going in near the coast. This season we were in a school parking lot, working on an areal excavation covering about 17 1x1m squares. Three were taken down to sterile sand. A few features uncovered, including large paving stones covering nearly the entire area, a deep pit that may have been a drainage ditch, a large umu/oven, and a few possible post holes. Artefacts found included adze fragments, fish hooks, fish and pig bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwRJTE6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kfvt4YNF5tk/s1600-h/269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwRJTE6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kfvt4YNF5tk/s320/269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181362264609698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very early on, before I arrived, they mapped a lovely floor of ma'avai paving stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwqtb0yUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VEefEyjRP1k/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwqtb0yUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VEefEyjRP1k/s320/111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227184565314177346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU-8, a very interesting unit as may be obvious by how many people are helping. Siaki, Danny, Phil, Vai and Tim's shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwqnlTw6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VS0tf_Pk2v8/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwqnlTw6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VS0tf_Pk2v8/s320/115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227184563743343522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the sidewalk, the back view of the site showing the wet sieving area and the edge of the covered pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwgWy5fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D_s5h55Ox14/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwgWy5fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D_s5h55Ox14/s320/108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181366347752946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We excavated this season within the school parking lot. View from the entrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwq-6_adI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6T3dASGET0I/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwq-6_adI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6T3dASGET0I/s320/117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227184570008299986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siaki at one of the wet sieve stations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwrfxUAiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fQ8y6y42GNQ/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwrfxUAiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fQ8y6y42GNQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227184578826076706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline down in TU-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwrxr6nJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EIEH4KrsGiU/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqwrxr6nJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/EIEH4KrsGiU/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227184583635278994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam in his unit 4. Having a great time, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwcVnLMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qhN75R4S5h4/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwcVnLMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qhN75R4S5h4/s320/156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181365269048514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwkeMTiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gpWaWcaE63s/s1600-h/158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwkeMTiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gpWaWcaE63s/s320/158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181367452519970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adopted puppy from next door, held by Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtxOt3SiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1Ae-BRkg1Xw/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtxOt3SiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1Ae-BRkg1Xw/s320/109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227181378792540706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and I, able to fit into a square together, coming up for some air and a laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506159534797416117-5536486040936920370?l=fatumafuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5536486040936920370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506159534797416117&amp;postID=5536486040936920370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/5536486040936920370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/5536486040936920370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/2008/07/fatumafuti.html' title='Fatumafuti'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqtwRJTE6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kfvt4YNF5tk/s72-c/269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506159534797416117.post-4799094847726572436</id><published>2008-07-08T16:16:00.006-11:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:39:33.415-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish hook!</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. I found a fish hook in unit TU-6, in layer 6. A long way below datum. This unit had yielded most of the artefacts we have found this season: another larger fish hook, a large adze fragment, and some nice adze flakes. Here it is, positioned back together (I broke it in half digging):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SHQyh2b8VcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kvVwenRDQ88/s1600-h/fatu-fish-hooky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SHQyh2b8VcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kvVwenRDQ88/s200/fatu-fish-hooky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220853425159034306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One team member, who knows a lot more about Samoan archaeology than I do, suggested that this square houses part of a drainage system that may have led away from a dwelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506159534797416117-4799094847726572436?l=fatumafuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/4799094847726572436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506159534797416117&amp;postID=4799094847726572436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/4799094847726572436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/4799094847726572436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/2008/07/fish-hook.html' title='Fish hook!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SHQyh2b8VcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kvVwenRDQ88/s72-c/fatu-fish-hooky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506159534797416117.post-7684725120992471405</id><published>2008-06-28T17:26:00.001-11:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:43:39.966-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Samoan wedding</title><content type='html'>You've seen the movie, right? Here is footage from the Samoan wedding we were invited to. What a party: loads of food, plenty of dancing and lots of people having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpfLfhWjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/miNPZNvHi2Q/s1600-h/292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpfLfhWjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/miNPZNvHi2Q/s320/292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227176670642919986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dances. The older women do a swaying sort of thing with hands and hips that looks very nice, and some are very enthusiastic about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpfqqadeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CUFhOFkCjsA/s1600-h/293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpfqqadeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CUFhOFkCjsA/s320/293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227176679010104802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several traditional song and dance numbers were performed, some were very long and involved. It was impressive to see such a crowd do it all in unison, smiling and not miss a beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpgJr1FzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SbSnJOg0J6g/s1600-h/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpgJr1FzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SbSnJOg0J6g/s320/296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227176687337543474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewing shops abound on Tutuila, and all the women's dresses are beautifully sewn handmade designs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpgJSXfbI/AAAAAAAAAII/JTUX8ypSXOo/s1600-h/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpgJSXfbI/AAAAAAAAAII/JTUX8ypSXOo/s320/169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227176687230746034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom and bride, performing an undoubtedly palagi (western) tradition. The blushing bride is Vai's wife's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpgYuTspI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NBqzxF3T-D4/s1600-h/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpgYuTspI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NBqzxF3T-D4/s320/172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227176691374469778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts were paraded out in a long session, presented to various family members. Most people got a package of corned beef, box of crackers, sparkling cider and a woven mat with colored fringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506159534797416117-7684725120992471405?l=fatumafuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/7684725120992471405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506159534797416117&amp;postID=7684725120992471405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/7684725120992471405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/7684725120992471405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/2008/07/samoan-wedding.html' title='Samoan wedding'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqpfLfhWjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/miNPZNvHi2Q/s72-c/292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506159534797416117.post-815444754420273290</id><published>2008-06-25T16:45:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:24:51.018-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai's tatooing</title><content type='html'>One evening I tagged along with Vai when he went to tattoo this guy, Richard. He has done a lot of work on himself as well as other people, and is an excellent artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqedtYCYZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ups4P1QeIp0/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqedtYCYZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ups4P1QeIp0/s320/143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164550750691730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is all freeform, no stencil is used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqed6rxnAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7WRJ4aEFLsM/s1600-h/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqed6rxnAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7WRJ4aEFLsM/s320/146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164554323139586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqed9RQamI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uuiNfloVIM0/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqed9RQamI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uuiNfloVIM0/s320/147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164555017218658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image drawn here is the traditional Samoan kava (&lt;b&gt;'ava&lt;/b&gt;) bowl called &lt;b&gt;tala&lt;/b&gt;. The arcs to the left are traditional patterns representing things like waves, fish, birds and woven mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqeeO-YUcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9ER6b-m9bsE/s1600-h/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqeeO-YUcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9ER6b-m9bsE/s320/149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227164559769883074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished product, sorry the photo is fuzzy. It took two evenings, over 6 hours of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506159534797416117-815444754420273290?l=fatumafuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/815444754420273290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506159534797416117&amp;postID=815444754420273290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/815444754420273290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/815444754420273290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/2008/07/vais-tatooing.html' title='Vai&apos;s tatooing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqedtYCYZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ups4P1QeIp0/s72-c/143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506159534797416117.post-5167787011157680337</id><published>2008-06-23T15:45:00.000-11:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:45:37.943-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Umu food preparation</title><content type='html'>A lot of preparation goes into the umu. It is traditional on Sundays in Samoa for the family to have an umu. Men do most of the cooking, and women get the day off! So, the guys thought it was funny that I wanted to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally worth it, this is some of my favorite food in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVW-bS_9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/HRSaNGvEwiw/s1600-h/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVW-bS_9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/HRSaNGvEwiw/s200/177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227154539464032210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, husking coconuts. Adam is using a sharpened stick, which has been pounded into the ground, to remove the husk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVXG7FZ8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qRFH2OAYv9M/s1600-h/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVXG7FZ8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qRFH2OAYv9M/s200/274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227154541744842690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, coconuts are grated on the &lt;b&gt;foa'i&lt;/b&gt; (the name for the metal part that sticks out, the bench has another name that sounds like "kuai" but I did not write it down). The half shell is spun round on this piece of serrated metal and shredded coconut meat falls into the bowl below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVXRtr0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tsMv6W-dfQI/s1600-h/275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVXRtr0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/tsMv6W-dfQI/s200/275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227154544641430226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk is squeezed from the meat using a tuft of fiber called &lt;b&gt;tauaga&lt;/b&gt;. Vai (right) can do this in about 30 seconds, and spent the rest of the time laughing at me (left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVXwwTQwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3Asm2iRMNac/s1600-h/276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVXwwTQwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3Asm2iRMNac/s200/276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227154552973902594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siaki is opening bananas with a sharpened stick. They are green, one of about five varieties available in Samoa. All the remaining membrane is carefully removed using the stick as a sort of paring knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSh6UDE_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qmTHzqa2T9k/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSh6UDE_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qmTHzqa2T9k/s200/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227151428803564530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeling breadfruit (&lt;b&gt;'ulu&lt;/b&gt;). The fruit is balanced on a stick for paring. Siaki is patiently showing me how to use this tool he fashioned from the end of a pop can to scrape the skin. It goes back into the basket for maybe a half an hour until it turns brown, and then scraped again before cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSiHWVhzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gW5wCbDB7Os/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSiHWVhzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gW5wCbDB7Os/s200/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227151432302823218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai making &lt;b&gt;palusami&lt;/b&gt;, one of my most favorite Samoan foods. Coconut cream is combined with chopped onion and salt. 5-6 young taro leaves are piled in the hand, and a cup of this mixture is poured in. The leaves are wrapped around and twisted tightly. This package is wrapped in foil and carefully placed upright into the umu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSiJWObUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ONRBsrJ8UC8/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSiJWObUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ONRBsrJ8UC8/s200/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227151432839228738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost ready for umu. Palusami is in the background, the scraped coconut shells will be filled with a coconut milk and canned mackerel mixture right on the oven, as shown below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSiersLOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e9iAIYGJ-8Q/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSiersLOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e9iAIYGJ-8Q/s200/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227151438566403298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last two photos are from a different event, but show more traditional food preparations. The oldest boy in the family tends the barbecue. In this case, the chicken he vigilantly bastes with a soy sauce and brown sugar mixture - very popular in Samoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSifCOihI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sRJXknva7RM/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqSifCOihI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sRJXknva7RM/s200/129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227151438660930066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVW1GJ0II/AAAAAAAAAGo/IJ46QWPdDmg/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVW1GJ0II/AAAAAAAAAGo/IJ46QWPdDmg/s200/132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227154536959430786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young drinking coconuts, called &lt;b&gt;niu&lt;/b&gt; are a popular drink. Dora is opening one, typically the end is just whacked off and the water is sipped or one of the eyes is pushed in. They called it the Samoan 7-up, said it was good for stomach aches. It is very thirst quenching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506159534797416117-5167787011157680337?l=fatumafuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/5167787011157680337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506159534797416117&amp;postID=5167787011157680337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/5167787011157680337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/5167787011157680337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/2008/07/umu-food-preparation.html' title='Umu food preparation'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SIqVW-bS_9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/HRSaNGvEwiw/s72-c/177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506159534797416117.post-7282391686314068426</id><published>2008-06-22T16:40:00.008-11:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:58:54.541-11:00</updated><title type='text'>umu</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday, and we've spent the better part of 2 days preparing for an umu. An umu is an oven built above ground. We pick buckets full of small rocks, and build a big, hot fire over them. This burns down, and gets cleaned off, and then food is piled on and covered with banana and giant taro leaves and left for 1 1/2 - 2 hours to cook. The food is out of this world, I am still full. I may be full for several days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a step-by-step of the umu. Next time, I'll show you all the food preparation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the materials for the fire. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dL1uS0jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RUR-I8yQP34/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dL1uS0jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RUR-I8yQP34/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214918982755340850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pile, fire just lit. This burns all the way down before the food goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dt6qVS8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tHo94ymdjhU/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dt6qVS8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/tHo94ymdjhU/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214919568196455362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot rocks. The timbers are removed and hosed down, and the rocks are spread out a bit. Left to right: Siaki, Vai and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dL0ZwSUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mpg7YxuhbkE/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dL0ZwSUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Mpg7YxuhbkE/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214918982400756034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas and breadfruit go on first. (Siaki's hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dMP1OPbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8Yf3Z_IoqzU/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dMP1OPbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8Yf3Z_IoqzU/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214918989763722674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking it up a notch with a giant turkey and some chickens wrapped in foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dMI-jM-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/sCQ07DzvTNI/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dMI-jM-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/sCQ07DzvTNI/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214918987923796962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, banana and giant taro leaves go on top in alternating layers. and some cardboard thrown on top of all that for good measure. It cooks for an hour and a half or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dMXC9m3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_tqPjCSTYSE/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dMXC9m3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/_tqPjCSTYSE/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214918991700401010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's done, and now for the unwrapping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8e5xgONLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xXa43j-b4pY/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8e5xgONLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xXa43j-b4pY/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214920871408186546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the food. These bananas are the best I've ever tasted. They are not sweet/ripe, they are more like potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8fKYpEu9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AcdPyh0SKJs/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8fKYpEu9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AcdPyh0SKJs/s400/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214921156792204242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Tomorrow, I will tell you about the food prep. Time to go make some leftovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506159534797416117-7282391686314068426?l=fatumafuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/7282391686314068426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506159534797416117&amp;postID=7282391686314068426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/7282391686314068426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/7282391686314068426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/2008/06/umu.html' title='umu'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8dL1uS0jI/AAAAAAAAAEg/RUR-I8yQP34/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8506159534797416117.post-8167961222463263504</id><published>2008-06-18T16:13:00.002-11:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:39:20.110-11:00</updated><title type='text'>Talofa, Samoa!</title><content type='html'>Hello, Samoa! After a long few weeks writing papers, I flew all night and arrived in Samoa on a beautiful, sunny Friday. Phil showed me around the island. It's warm with beautiful scenery, and not full of tourists. The site is called Fatumafuti. This name is comprised of two very small islets off the coast by the site. Here is Fatu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8akQUi1TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PuKHUIy3GR4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8akQUi1TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PuKHUIy3GR4/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214916103677072690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is Futi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8akkJZmKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cFhDZmYZxh4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8akkJZmKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cFhDZmYZxh4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214916108999039138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the site, Mary and Adam are already hard at work. Me, I have the day off =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8akq8mWhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/POzi9Q31NTM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8akq8mWhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/POzi9Q31NTM/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214916110824397330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow when I'm rested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8506159534797416117-8167961222463263504?l=fatumafuti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/feeds/8167961222463263504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8506159534797416117&amp;postID=8167961222463263504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/8167961222463263504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8506159534797416117/posts/default/8167961222463263504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatumafuti.blogspot.com/2008/06/talofa-samoa.html' title='Talofa, Samoa!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15473596892512071622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3HTt5e_I7Z0/SF8akQUi1TI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PuKHUIy3GR4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
