<?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-2160673815176761450</id><updated>2011-10-12T16:20:50.759-07:00</updated><category term='blasphemically'/><category term='1700 year old Bishops'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='foolshiness'/><category term='summer'/><category term='St. David'/><category term='March Madness'/><category term='mountain'/><category term='hike'/><category term='politics'/><category term='spooky'/><category term='mormon'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='ridiculous elevator'/><category term='Idaho'/><category term='Robert Jeffress'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Statehouse'/><category term='geniushood'/><category term='leeks'/><category term='re-dedication'/><category term='thorax'/><category term='Mormonism'/><title type='text'>It's Explody in here!</title><subtitle type='html'>My Adventures in Awesomeness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-8827536248620046609</id><published>2011-10-11T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:06:00.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mormonism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Jeffress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1700 year old Bishops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>The Thing About Mormons Being Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.044378477381542325" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;We’ve all heard about the comments made by Robert Jeffress - labeling Mormonism as a cult and as not being in line with “Historical Christianity”. By saying this, I feel that Jeffress is acknowledging one part of history and ignoring several others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I have heard three basic arguments for why Mormons are not Christians. Two of them are based in ignorance and one has some merit, but creates the historical problem that I feel Jeffress has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;#1 Mormons don’t believe in Jesus at all. Any Mormon will tell you that Jesus is the Son of God and Savior. This argument is clearly false. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;#2 Mormons worship a different Jesus than other Christians. This doesn’t really make sense and it makes me think of the praying-to-baby-Jesus argument from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7pco3TTV5k"&gt;Talladega Nights&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Christ is Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;#3 Mormons are not Christians because they don’t believe in the Trinity. This point has validity.  Mormons reject the 3-in-1 concept for a “Godhead” in which Father, Son and Holy Ghost are three separate beings that function as one God. Since belief in the Trinity is considered one of the defining characteristics of Christianity, the argument can be made that Mormons are not Christian. (I’m assuming that’s what Jeffress means by “Historical Christianity”.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Here’s my problem with that: This definition of Christians as Trinity worshipers was solidified during the First Council of Nicea (AD 325). The issue came up because of debates about Arianism (named for the Egyptian presbyter Arius and completely unrelated to Aryans, who are racist bastards) One of the core beliefs of Arianism was that if Jesus was begotten by the Father, then the Father existed before Jesus and they cannot be the same being. They also believed that the Father created the Holy Ghost through Jesus and that it was subservient to both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;So what’s the problem? Arianism was heresy and the council crushed it. No big deal, right? Well, my question is why did they crush it? There is a lot of history to show that the church in Rome was less concerned about spirituality than they were about consolidating their power through politics. This was certainly the case with Arianism. Arians were all over Egypt and, at the time, Egypt was where the world went to be educated. Arians were enjoying a huge amount of influence because of this. Influence that threatened the supremacy of the church in Rome. This wasn’t the first time a council had done this. The Gnostics had been condemned just 40 years earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Seems to me that “Historical Christianty” is somewhat  based on a series of power grabs. This is not to say that everything about Christianity is terrible and wrong, I just don’t think it’s completely authoritative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My point: People should be able to believe whatever the crap they want. 1700 year old Bishops are not the boss of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;My other point: Labeling confessed Christians as non-Christian for political gain seems a bit un-Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-8827536248620046609?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/8827536248620046609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2011/10/thing-about-mormons-being-christian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/8827536248620046609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/8827536248620046609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2011/10/thing-about-mormons-being-christian.html' title='The Thing About Mormons Being Christian'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-4112309307959593426</id><published>2011-03-22T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:37:02.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geniushood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>How I won the office March Madness Pool</title><content type='html'>When a co-worker approached me with a bracket to fill out for the office contest, I said, "You do realize that I probably haven't watched an entire basketball game in this century, right?" He said that was fine, all I had to do was pick the losers because we were playing low ball.  Then someone else mentioned that Obama always filled out a bracket. So, I went online I did the opposite of Obama's picks. Thanks Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fake press release written by Andy, one of our media people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="ha"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id=":zl" class="hP"&gt;JOE MARLEY'S DEFT TACTICS LEAD TO CRUSHING NCAA LOWBALL POOL WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Marley, showing true geniushood, guts rivals;&lt;br /&gt;Destroys the Competition in First and Best Ever NCAA Lowball Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POCATELLO – Joe Marley knows how to pick losers and he'll be rewarded  for his efforts: the picking prodigy only had one wrong pick in the  MARCOM 2011 Low-Ball NCAA Bball Guestfest Extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pick of losers included only one errant lob: he incorrectly  predicted UCLA would lose its first game. Besides that, he was perfect.  He earned $1.25 first-place prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His competition, however, was a bit further off. Rounding out the competition were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joey G. and Heidi B., tied for second with seven;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andy T. and Kaye B., tied for fourth with nine;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carl J. and Alex J. , tied for sixth with 11; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emily F., eighth, with 15 and counting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bow before me and quake in awe in my presence now," Marley said of his stunning victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-4112309307959593426?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/4112309307959593426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-i-won-office-march-madness-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4112309307959593426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4112309307959593426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-i-won-office-march-madness-pool.html' title='How I won the office March Madness Pool'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-4208328386396756854</id><published>2010-11-09T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:49:19.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mormon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasphemically'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I'm a Liberal. I'm a Mormon.</title><content type='html'>It's true. I am a Mormon Liberal. A lot of other Mormons view this as an  oxymoron and a few have asked how it works for me to be both. I have  two answers for them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sometimes my Mormon-ness makes me a liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Others times it's just that I don't understand conservative thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  they say, "Lucy, you got some 'splaining to do." (Not really, they're  never that funny. They're usually concerned for my soul and don't have  time for jokes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1 I often feel that the views of Conservative Mormons contradict my understanding of scripture.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Conservative Mormon says, "Socialism is more evil than crushing kittens!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that conservative Mormons often confuse socialism with dystopian sci-fi novels. For the record, socialism is: &lt;div class="dndata"&gt;a  theory or system of social organization that advocates the vesting of  the ownership and control of the means of production and distribution,  of capital, land, etc., in the community as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Such a  society was described in the book of Fourth Nephi:&lt;br /&gt;And they had all  things common among them; therefore there were not rich and poor, bond  and free, but they were all made free, and partakers of the heavenly  gift. 4 Nephi 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things were communal, there was no distinction  between rich and poor. Sounds like...I dunno...socialism. Actually, hard  core socialism. Apparently it's a heavenly gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early members  of the church tried to do something similar called the Law of  Consecration, a system wherein property became communal and was  redistributed as best suited the community. It is argued that this law  is not at all like socialism because socialism was invented by the devil  so he could control people and the Law of Consecration was based on  love. I am surprised people say this because all it does is prove that  members of the church don't love each other. The Law of Consecration  failed.  It failed because people are selfish and greedy. The problem is  not that socialism is evil, we are too evil for socialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The Christian Socialist, George Lansbury said,&lt;br /&gt;"Socialism  which means love, cooperation and brotherhood in every department of  human affairs, is the only outward expression of a Christian's faith. I  am firmly convinced that whether they know it or not, all who approve  and accept competition and struggle against each other as the means  whereby we gain our daily bread, do indeed betray and make of no effect  the "will of God."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bit extreme, but I think he's on to something.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-Conservative Mormon says, "Capitalism is the Lord's way! Hooray money!"&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I  sincerely doubt it. The goal of Capitalism is to earn money. The more  money you make the more successful you are. While capitalism has its  merits, it is a system that fosters greed and materialism. The  scriptures say, "For the love of money is the root of all evil: which  while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced  themselves through with many sorrows." 1 Timothy 6:10. Jesus said, "It  is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich  man to enter into the kingdom of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to ask James  and Jesus about these statements they wouldn't say, "Oh, that? I was  just talking." I'm sure they meant what they said. People can do  terrible things to each other in the pursuit of money and possessions. It  can easily consume a person and make them turn against others. You may  be thinking, "Well, I don't exploit other people just so I can have  things." We've all heard the jokes about kids in sweat shops making our  clothes. Odds are, someone is being exploited because of the things you  own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-Conservative Mormon says, "Welfare is the Devil's allowance and I would never accept it in any form!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some  people are in difficult situations, they need food stamps, they need  money to get by. People do abuse it, but people also use it as it was  intended to be used. I am willing to pay for the abusers because I know  for a fact it helps people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps thou shalt say: The man has  brought upon himself his misery; therefore I will stay my hand, and will  not give unto him of my food, nor impart unto him of my substance that  he may not suffer, for his punishments are just--But I say unto you,  O man, whosoever doeth this the same hath great cause to repent; and  except he repenteth of that which he hath done he perisheth forever, and  hath no interest in the kingdom of God.   Mosiah 4:17-18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  would also point out that you have probably been the recipient of  welfare. If you have ever received a pell grant, accepted WIC when you  were a starving student with a child, had your children on free or  reduced price lunch, or driven on a public road (because in Idaho our  roads are largely paid for by the Feds, because we can't afford them),  then you have received welfare.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't need welfare, good for  you. Some people genuinely need it. Don't act like you are better than  them. Your farts stink, too.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 The stuff I just don't get&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Conservative Mormon says, "Don't ever vote for a pro-choice, baby killing candidate!"&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Deciding  who governs you based on one issue seems unwise. How does abortion  affect your life- Have you ever had one? Do you plan to have or fund  one? I think most Mormons will answer no to those questions, and if  that's the case why are you so concerned about it? Changing the laws on  abortion will have little effect on you. I understand that it is  offensive-I personally don't think abortion should be used as birth  control, but I'm not willing to completely dismiss a candidate just  because they disagree with me on an issue that won't change my life. I  can't overturn a Supreme Court ruling, but I can vote about issues like  poverty, education and government services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Conservative Mormon says, "If we let the gays marry, society will collapse into a puddle of sin and rainbows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both  the Old and New Testaments have scriptures condemning homosexuality. But  I have a secret for you.  I don't care if gays get married. If voters  approve it, fine. If they don't, fine. According to religious belief,  their sin is that they have sex. They're going to do that whether they  can marry or not.&lt;br /&gt;It is argued that gay marriage will  'blasphemically' desecrate marriage. My problem with that is marriage  offers legal benefits that I think gay couples should have. I feel the  government should be in the business of granting rights to its citizens,  not preventing citizens from gaining rights. Perhaps it's time the  government got out of the marriage business. Let them give civil unions  to whoever wants them. If you want to get married, go to a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reasons for being a liberal. I'm not doing it to be contrary, I don't have a devil in me, it's just how I see things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-4208328386396756854?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/4208328386396756854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-liberal-im-mormon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4208328386396756854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4208328386396756854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-liberal-im-mormon.html' title='I&apos;m a Liberal. I&apos;m a Mormon.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-3278318031478682243</id><published>2010-07-21T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:56:57.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hike'/><title type='text'>Hiking to the top of Old Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl5P8baV4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/ZAEvo4kORsQ/s1600/oldtom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl5P8baV4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/ZAEvo4kORsQ/s320/oldtom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542094131282204546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my Dad gets crazy ideas. They vary in the quality and quantity  of crazy. Last year he ran a marathon. I rank this as super crazy. A  few weeks ago he asked if I wanted to hike to the top of Old Tom with  him. This wasn't all that crazy and I thought it would be a nice summer  adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off not so much as an adventure, but as a  really confusing drive along the side of the mountain. We had no idea  where we were going and it showed. Luckily we ran into a farmer who told  us how to reach the bottom of the trail-kind of-we weren't really sure  what he said, but we figured it out. He said we could drive up the  mountatin pretty far and that would make the hike easier. That would  have been true if I didn't drive a Honda Fit. (Note to self: buy a giant  truck one day, after a cheap gas alternative is invented)   When your  car is six inches off the ground it makes rocks, holes and giant puddles  seem like a bigger obstacle than they should be. I eventually had to  pullover and park because I thought we were going to drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  was when the hiking began. At first it was a normal hike up a mountain  road. Then we hit the real trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl486dK6pI/AAAAAAAAAuo/rlD4gFLBQIM/s1600/trails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl486dK6pI/AAAAAAAAAuo/rlD4gFLBQIM/s320/trails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093804335196818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no switchbacks, the trail  just went straight up the mountain. It's a very exhausting way to go. We  had to rest frequently on the way up, which I think made us feel  embarrassed and sissy-like because many comments like, "I swear I go to  the gym, I'm not that out of shape." were frequently said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the exhausting climb was worth it when we reached the top and got an amazing view of several cities and valleys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arimo, Robin and Downey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl49txBiaI/AAAAAAAAAuw/W_65ZpdKG4s/s1600/towns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl49txBiaI/AAAAAAAAAuw/W_65ZpdKG4s/s320/towns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093818108676514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McCammon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl48sdxb6I/AAAAAAAAAug/VMKaWJbJ4m8/s1600/mccammon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl48sdxb6I/AAAAAAAAAug/VMKaWJbJ4m8/s320/mccammon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093800579624866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The American Falls Resevoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl6ORVQ4fI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nNFBaV8GRw8/s1600/af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl6ORVQ4fI/AAAAAAAAAvY/nNFBaV8GRw8/s320/af.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542095202045452786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  marker placed by the US Geological Survey, proving that we actually  reached the top. These are useful because there were several times we  thought we had reached to top only to notice another portion of the  mountain was higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl4-QI1tjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/CHpo8YkbGoQ/s1600/survey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl4-QI1tjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/CHpo8YkbGoQ/s320/survey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093827335370290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pile of rocks at the summit, there was an  old book wrapped in plastic in which visitors had written messages. It  dated back to the 1940's and had a lot of interesting things in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl5QNAFmHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/M0TjjkeWCIk/s1600/note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl5QNAFmHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/M0TjjkeWCIk/s320/note.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542094135731001458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl4-vuxE_I/AAAAAAAAAvA/IAF8LCu1SCY/s1600/portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl4-vuxE_I/AAAAAAAAAvA/IAF8LCu1SCY/s320/portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542093835815949298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-3278318031478682243?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/3278318031478682243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiking-to-top-of-old-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3278318031478682243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3278318031478682243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiking-to-top-of-old-tom.html' title='Hiking to the top of Old Tom'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TOl5P8baV4I/AAAAAAAAAvI/ZAEvo4kORsQ/s72-c/oldtom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-5045702505594378464</id><published>2010-03-03T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:00:28.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolshiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. David'/><title type='text'>Happy Saint David's Day - Dydd Dewi Sant Hapus</title><content type='html'>I seem to have two themes on this blog.  One is food.  The other is Welshiness.  I guess there is a third theme-stuff that happens.  So, I guess this blog is about whatever I want. This blog post will be awesome because it combines the the first two - food and Welshiness, Foolshiness?&lt;br /&gt;St. David (Dewi Sant) died on March 1, 588? He was most known during his life for founding a Celtic monastic community at Glyn Rhosin. He was also the patron saint of Wales during their resistance against the Normans (around 1066). St David's Day is a big deal in Wales. It's a national holiday. Men wear leeks, women wear daffodils, children sing and put on plays, fountain water is dyed red. Also, people eat things. That's my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In David's monastery, monks could only eat bread with salt &amp;amp; herbs and could only drink water. Meat and beer were strictly forbidden. I decided I wasn't doing that. Instead I made a bunch of food and invited a bunch of family to partake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cawl Cennin&lt;/span&gt; (leek soup)&lt;br /&gt;I made this &lt;a href="http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-davids-day-in-boise.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; and a few times since them. It's a simple kind of tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2T_PS-QlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wqbJQtMKnOE/s1600-h/IMG_3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2T_PS-QlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wqbJQtMKnOE/s320/IMG_3486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313565850014204498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swper Mam&lt;/span&gt; (Mom's supper)&lt;br /&gt;So simple, so brilliant. There are three ingredients: bacon, cheese and onion. They are put in layers and baked. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeMw8i0ofI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8KiL6uQ3LoA/s1600/swper-mam-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeMw8i0ofI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8KiL6uQ3LoA/s320/swper-mam-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501020242370142706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wyau ynys mon&lt;/span&gt; (Anglesey Eggs)&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like funeral potatoes meets potato salad. A mixture of mashed potatoes and leeks is placed in the bottom of the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeOTSddvnI/AAAAAAAAApE/alrSFlM-iQI/s1600/wyau-ynys-mon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeOTSddvnI/AAAAAAAAApE/alrSFlM-iQI/s320/wyau-ynys-mon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501021931880431218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potatoes are topped with hard boiled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeOjrhfJbI/AAAAAAAAApM/7oOczr7OfNI/s1600/wyau-ynys-mon-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeOjrhfJbI/AAAAAAAAApM/7oOczr7OfNI/s320/wyau-ynys-mon-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501022213486093746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eggs are topped with a cheese sauce and cheese and then baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeNNcw0maI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hEuuXJS0zI4/s1600/wyau-ynys-mon-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeNNcw0maI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hEuuXJS0zI4/s320/wyau-ynys-mon-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501020732055132578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picau ar y maen&lt;/span&gt; (Welsh cakes)&lt;br /&gt;I really hate making things that require the rolling of dough, but these were pretty good. the dough is rolled out and cut like a sugar cookie, but cooked like a pancake. Currants give it a nice tangy flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFePD2Ea7cI/AAAAAAAAApU/WIQek95chkw/s1600/welsh-cakes-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFePD2Ea7cI/AAAAAAAAApU/WIQek95chkw/s320/welsh-cakes-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501022766072786370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-5045702505594378464?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/5045702505594378464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-saint-davids-day-dydd-dewi-sant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5045702505594378464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5045702505594378464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-saint-davids-day-dydd-dewi-sant.html' title='Happy Saint David&apos;s Day - Dydd Dewi Sant Hapus'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2T_PS-QlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wqbJQtMKnOE/s72-c/IMG_3486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-3396889306222081556</id><published>2010-01-21T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:55:29.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous elevator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re-dedication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Statehouse'/><title type='text'>Statehouse re-dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDmPxE7ruYQ/TZ9RbEf8KXI/AAAAAAAAAy4/-FmNsyGjJGA/s1600/inauguration-ceremony-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDmPxE7ruYQ/TZ9RbEf8KXI/AAAAAAAAAy4/-FmNsyGjJGA/s320/inauguration-ceremony-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593278787723471218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" id="internal-source-marker_0.70176262290287"  &gt;Over  the last few years, Idaho's capital building was being renovated and  remodeled. During this time, the Legislature convened in the &lt;a href="http://thsaphistory.info/Architecture/template1.php?id=6"&gt;Ada County  Courthouse&lt;/a&gt;. The Court house is remarkable because it reminds of the  creepy building from Ghostbusters. I would not be surprised if some  Babylonian God came out of it one night to bring doom upon the  inhabitants of Boise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The  renovation was finished earlier this month and since Dad was in the  Legislature all those years, he got invitations to the re-dedication. I  hadn't been to Boise in a while and decided to endure the drive to see the remodel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They  had a pretty nice ceremony. There was a premiere of a piece for band  and choir called "Under Eternal Sky" by Dr. Paul Aitken. I am always in  support of new music and thought this piece fit the occasion very well.  Dr. Aitken did a good job of making the music seem modern without being  weird. A good choice, because while I like funky 20th century music,  most people don't. There were also some speakers. I wasn’t really paying  attention to them. They probably said some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was impressed with the work that was done. A lot of excellent craftsmanship was put into the remodel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Niw7lHwvYDg/TZ9SU08wcgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/p3m7NTHwlrY/s1600/committe-room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Niw7lHwvYDg/TZ9SU08wcgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/p3m7NTHwlrY/s320/committe-room.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593279779981783554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Governor C.L. 'Butch' Otter, I like to imagine the C.L. stands for Carlheinz Leslie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m929mvubQiY/TZ9UDv1x-AI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LjTyclLpDtI/s1600/butch-otter-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m929mvubQiY/TZ9UDv1x-AI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LjTyclLpDtI/s320/butch-otter-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593281685575825410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This reception area used to be some offices (my dad's office was here), this is a return to the original design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R63_0xgQN6Q/TZ9TdwHXTjI/AAAAAAAAAzI/lMN9nY_oDjA/s1600/dad-old-office.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R63_0xgQN6Q/TZ9TdwHXTjI/AAAAAAAAAzI/lMN9nY_oDjA/s320/dad-old-office.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593281032814546482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sad loss was the replacement of a pepto-bismal colored elevator, with a newer, more stylish model. The old pink elevator was so absurd and out of place, it made me smile every time I saw it. You will be missed, ridiculous elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-3396889306222081556?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/3396889306222081556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/01/statehouse-re-dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3396889306222081556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3396889306222081556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/01/statehouse-re-dedication.html' title='Statehouse re-dedication'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDmPxE7ruYQ/TZ9RbEf8KXI/AAAAAAAAAy4/-FmNsyGjJGA/s72-c/inauguration-ceremony-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-8393368109348987413</id><published>2010-01-06T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:26:21.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitcake can be tasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0VtRf7UhPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/s4ytjfUo_rI/s1600-h/IMG_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px; float: left; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0VtRf7UhPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/s4ytjfUo_rI/s320/IMG_4834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423861473633142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure when you read the word fruitcake, you made 'that face'. The face that says, "Ewww, fruitcake is gross. I would rather eat dog food." I'm here to tell you that it doesn't have to be that way. One day, years ago, I was eating fruitcake and I said to myself,"Hmmm, fruitcake would be good were it not for the disgusting candied fruit."&lt;br /&gt;In order to save fruitcake I did some looking into recipes and methods of fruitcake productionology. I have created a fruitcake that is highly edible and tasty. This is based largely on &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/free-range-fruitcake-recipe/index.html"&gt;Alton Brown's recipe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,  you need real fruit...and liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0VpbBTbwnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wscCW4j0TA4/s1600-h/IMG_4816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0VpbBTbwnI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wscCW4j0TA4/s320/IMG_4816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423857239164961394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0Vq35mXyTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/a4uyF7ejKLg/s1600-h/IMG_4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0Vq35mXyTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/a4uyF7ejKLg/s320/IMG_4822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423858834824743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liquored fruit must be spiced and sugared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0VrsQaOEWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ebWnfLMxn3A/s1600-h/IMG_4829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0VrsQaOEWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ebWnfLMxn3A/s320/IMG_4829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423859734300987746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sugared spicy liquor fruit is then doughified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When removed from the oven the cake is liquored up once again.  I spritz it with brandy every few days and keep it wrapped up so it can absorb the boozy flavor. It's a good idea to let it sit because fresh brandy tastes like Listerine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's extra tasty and ultra Christmasy.  Eat it, sissy.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Edible fruitcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup golden raisins&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup dried blueberries&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sun dried cherries&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup dried apricots, chopped&lt;br /&gt;Zest of one lemon, chopped coarsely&lt;br /&gt;Zest of one orange, chopped coarsely&lt;br /&gt;1 cup gold rum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;5 ounces unsalted butter (1 1/4 sticks)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup unfiltered apple juice&lt;br /&gt;¼ heaping tsp ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;¼ heaping tsp ground allspice&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup toasted pecans, broken&lt;br /&gt;Brandy for basting and/or spritzing  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Combine dried fruits and both zests. Add rum and macerate overnight, or microwave for 5 minutes to re-hydrate fruit - this method will make awesome rum steam.&lt;br /&gt;Place fruit and liquid in a non-reactive pot with the sugar, butter, apple juice and spices. Bring mixture to a boil stirring often, then reduce heat and simmer for 5 to 10 minutes. Remove from heat and cool for at least 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 325 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Combine dry ingredients and sift into fruit mixture. Quickly bring batter together with a large wooden spoon, then stir in eggs one at a time until completely integrated, then fold in nuts. Spoon into a 10-inch non-stick loaf pan and bake for 1 hour. Check if it's done by inserting toothpick into the middle of the cake. If it comes out clean, it's done. If not, bake another 10 minutes, and check again.&lt;br /&gt;Remove cake from oven and place on cooling rack or trivet. Baste or spritz top with brandy and allow to cool completely before turning out from pan.&lt;br /&gt;When cake is completely cooled, seal in a tight sealing, food safe container. Every 2 to 3 days, feel the cake and if dry, spritz with brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-8393368109348987413?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/8393368109348987413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/01/fruitcake-can-be-tasty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/8393368109348987413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/8393368109348987413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/01/fruitcake-can-be-tasty.html' title='Fruitcake can be tasty'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S0VtRf7UhPI/AAAAAAAAAiE/s4ytjfUo_rI/s72-c/IMG_4834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-4595483691130356993</id><published>2009-10-20T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:54:48.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming 2009</title><content type='html'>This year I was invited to sing at the Alumni Concert for ISU's  Homecoming. This is the first time the Alumni have hosted a concert and I  thought it was a good idea. I was told that there were several people  who thought Homecoming should be more and a game, a bonfire and making  out on the top of Red Hill. You read right, we have a lip orgy on Red  Hill, we're basically Rome. This concert, and an art unveiling, made for  a more classy homecoming than usual.  In these situations, it's best to  pic music that people will like. I tend to hate music that people like.  So I tried to find common ground. I ended up doing a solo and a duet.  The solo was 'Silent Noon' by Ralph Vaughn Williams.  It is an art song,  but one that most people can enjoy (I even got a standing ovation from a  nice old lady who wasn't even my Grandma). The duet was a recycled song  I did earlier with Allyson Johnson. It's catchy and everyone likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TKQXcJoKKrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BxJeEE6N2c8/s1600/091003AlumniPerformers14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TKQXcJoKKrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BxJeEE6N2c8/s320/091003AlumniPerformers14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522564815451204274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TKQXcU8hzuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/7wdL4rnmVKE/s1600/091003AlumniPerformers16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TKQXcU8hzuI/AAAAAAAAAqU/7wdL4rnmVKE/s320/091003AlumniPerformers16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522564818489429730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-4595483691130356993?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/4595483691130356993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4595483691130356993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4595483691130356993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming-2009.html' title='Homecoming 2009'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TKQXcJoKKrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/BxJeEE6N2c8/s72-c/091003AlumniPerformers14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-5447453782452417768</id><published>2009-10-07T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:17:07.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thorax'/><title type='text'>I Heart Halloween</title><content type='html'>There are several things from my childhood that I never outgrew. Whenever I'm with little kids I make them play with legos or play doh because I want to play with legos and play doh, but need an excuse to make it socially acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most prominent leftover from my younger years is my love of Halloween. Even now, I start thinking about it in early September.  I love how everything is spooky and creepy. I love &lt;a href="http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-of-spooky-doom.html"&gt;carving pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;, reading ghost stories and watching scary movies. I'm not much for dressing up, but every few years I come up with a &lt;a href="http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-pope.html"&gt;good costume&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween enjoyment was instilled in me by my Mom. Under her supervision, I began watching horror movies when I was 10. Some of my fondest Halloween memories are of helping her decorate the house, carving pumpkins, and decorating spooky cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are activities I still enjoy, but as an adult, I have a rather snooty and discriminating taste about how I enjoy them. One thing is for sure: I hate cutesy Halloween stuff. I think Halloween paraphernalia should either be genuinely creepy or vintage. I don't own cute little ghosts that carry trick-or-treat baskets. I don't have an 'adorable' ceramic tarantula with a smiley face that plays the Alfred Hitchcock theme when you press on its thorax (Sorry Mom, I don't want that when you die).  The problem: snooty is hard to come by and expensive. Earlier this summer I was looking around on line and discovered old school fireplace screens. I had never seen them before, but they were awesome.  Even though they cost way, way, way too much, I decided I was going to buy one. So I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeIhZw-5yI/AAAAAAAAAos/KtJxDVA8k7M/s1600/halloween-screen-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeIhZw-5yI/AAAAAAAAAos/KtJxDVA8k7M/s320/halloween-screen-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501015577289746210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-5447453782452417768?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/5447453782452417768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heart-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5447453782452417768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5447453782452417768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heart-halloween.html' title='I Heart Halloween'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/TFeIhZw-5yI/AAAAAAAAAos/KtJxDVA8k7M/s72-c/halloween-screen-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7926307218119033768</id><published>2009-09-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:43:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Runs a Marathon</title><content type='html'>My Dad has always wanted to run a marathon. It's something that I will never understand. I know a lot of people that really want to run one at some point in their life. Maybe I could do it if a bear were chasing me, but I think a bear would give up after a few miles. People say they want to do it to prove to themselves that they can.  If I can force myself to go to work everyday, I don't need to prove to myself that I can do things.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Dad running a marathon, he decided that since he turned 61 this year, it was now or never. He trained very diligently for several months before that race. When I was a youngin' I thought that 60 year-olds were ancient and wouldn't be capable of running at all. He told me a few times that he was ridiculously sore and in quite a bit of pain, but he kept going.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the family was really impressed that he was running a marathon and we all waited at the finish line to see him come in. His time was 5:31:31! He wasn't thrilled by that, but it would take me about 6 weeks to run that far. Good job, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S6bYycCCiLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cfsZe0h_lnw/s1600-h/marathon-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S6bYycCCiLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cfsZe0h_lnw/s320/marathon-7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451282760008370354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S6bZEJQRiuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xoHkvUjudss/s1600-h/marathon-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S6bZEJQRiuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xoHkvUjudss/s320/marathon-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451283064205445858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7926307218119033768?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7926307218119033768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/09/dad-runs-marathon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7926307218119033768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7926307218119033768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/09/dad-runs-marathon.html' title='Dad Runs a Marathon'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/S6bYycCCiLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/cfsZe0h_lnw/s72-c/marathon-7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-6546747404374850069</id><published>2009-07-05T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:14:41.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks Explodoganza</title><content type='html'>Each year around the 4th of July, Tonda Cody, a friend of the family,  has an over-the-top firework explodoganza.  These are not your run of  the mill fireworks. She goes out of her way to find the extra fancy kind  of fireworks that were probably an ancient Chinese secret at some  point.  I don't want to guess what she spends on them, definitely more  than $1.50. Don't think it's just an informal get together where people go  out on the driveway and randomly light fireworks. Oh no, she has an  "altar" in the back yard on which the fireworks are lit. Programs are  distributed telling visitors what fireworks they will be seeing. The  whole affair is set to patriotic music. It's kind of a big freakin'  deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJ8YgKTCK8c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dJ8YgKTCK8c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party should also be noted for it's diversity in an  undiverse place, Tonda's husband, children and in-laws are black. Yeah,  there are black people in Idaho, Tonda's in-laws. When this party  happens it is quite possibly the most racially diverse gathering in the  state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-6546747404374850069?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/6546747404374850069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks-explodoganza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/6546747404374850069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/6546747404374850069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireworks-explodoganza.html' title='Fireworks Explodoganza'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-452392073638247987</id><published>2009-05-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:38:32.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovliest of Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Ssly6pBwGXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-VCw-0yXp-w/s1600-h/blossoms-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Ssly6pBwGXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-VCw-0yXp-w/s320/blossoms-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388964780896688498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside to do some yard work and saw the fruit trees were blossoming. I thoroughly enjoy the blossoming of trees each year. This year it made me feel poetic. So poetic I thought about one of my favorite A E Housman poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveliest of trees, the cherry now&lt;br /&gt;Is hung with bloom along the bough,&lt;br /&gt;And stands about the woodland ride&lt;br /&gt;Wearing white for Eastertide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of my threescore years and ten,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty will not come again,&lt;br /&gt;And take from seventy springs a score,&lt;br /&gt;It only leaves me fifty more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since to look at things in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Fifty springs are little room,&lt;br /&gt;About the woodlands I will go&lt;br /&gt;To see the cherry hung with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Ssl0apMUYmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TV4NxuFszd4/s1600-h/blossoms-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Ssl0apMUYmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TV4NxuFszd4/s320/blossoms-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388966430208451170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Ssl0rMBZ5kI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fT34G26Fmso/s1600-h/blossoms-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0pt 10px 10px 0pt; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Ssl0rMBZ5kI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fT34G26Fmso/s320/blossoms-4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388966714435823170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-452392073638247987?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/452392073638247987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovliest-of-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/452392073638247987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/452392073638247987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovliest-of-trees.html' title='Lovliest of Trees'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Ssly6pBwGXI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-VCw-0yXp-w/s72-c/blossoms-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-9030756446563991665</id><published>2009-05-06T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:12:12.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>I really love Mexican food. I also love eating it. So I decided that we needed to have a Cinco de Mayo potluck at work. I decided a make-your-own-burrito-bar would be more El Fantastico than any Mexican Soap Opera could ever hope to be (and it was). I had always wanted to have a Cinco de Mayo party, but May 5th is my Mom's birthday, so as a child we celebrated her natal day instead. (Way to ruin everything, Mom.)&lt;br /&gt;One of the photographers in my office has a bazillion decorations, so she came with all of her Mexican stuff. It was way more fun than working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sslt_fEe_8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/YCLuMW50aOs/s1600-h/cinco2009-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sslt_fEe_8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/YCLuMW50aOs/s320/cinco2009-3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388959366565003202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sslxubjf_aI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2nx5GxRfhM8/s1600-h/cinco2009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sslxubjf_aI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2nx5GxRfhM8/s320/cinco2009-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388963471610084770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laird (one of my many co-workers) knows how to rock a sombrero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;'El Gostoso Black Beans'&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp Olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, pressed or minced&lt;br /&gt;1 can pinto or black beans (15 oz), drained&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just el cook them. Sometimes I leave out the cumin, because black beans are that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-9030756446563991665?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/9030756446563991665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/9030756446563991665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/9030756446563991665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sslt_fEe_8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/YCLuMW50aOs/s72-c/cinco2009-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7834541449678243049</id><published>2009-03-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:45:11.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blockflöten Hooray!</title><content type='html'>For several years I've wanted to purchase a set of recorders. Some people say recorders are just for third graders and they sound terrible.  Those people are living in ignorance.  A recorder is not a toy, it's a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;The set I purchased has a Sopranino (dog whistle), Soprano (the kind used by third graders), Alto (The kind professionals play) and a tenor (the mellow version of what the third graders have).&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why I would spend money on such a silly thing. If you are asking that, you don't know me very well. I'm the kind of person who thinks playing the guitar is lame but playing the lute is unbelievably awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SslqZ11QAlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wPULv4d8Quw/s1600-h/IMG_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SslqZ11QAlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wPULv4d8Quw/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388955421305209426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why recorders are awesone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcp164LBWfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcp164LBWfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7834541449678243049?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7834541449678243049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/03/blockfloten-hooray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7834541449678243049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7834541449678243049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/03/blockfloten-hooray.html' title='Blockflöten Hooray!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SslqZ11QAlI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wPULv4d8Quw/s72-c/IMG_3927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7426309602412464609</id><published>2009-03-02T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:46:35.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St Davids Day in Boise</title><content type='html'>I went up to Boise over to the weekend to visit my parents.  My mom just had her knee re-replaced.  It's as complicated as it sounds.  Her first knee replacement caused a lot of problems and left her worse off than when her natural knee was causing problems.  While she was in the hospital, my dad got really sick with some hideous, monster cold.  He was out of it for days.  So I went up to take care of my old, sick parents.  (They're really not old enough for me to be doing that.)&lt;br /&gt;So the visit wasn't incredibly exciting. I mostly stayed at their house doing whatever they told me to do.  (They're so freaking bossy) I decided that since March 1st was St. Davids Day, he's the Patron Saint of Wales, that I would make some traditional welsh food as part of my quest to force welshiness on other people.  I made leek potato soup and lamb chops.  I had never eaten either.  When I went to buy the lamb I discovered why.  It's ridiculously expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2T_PS-QlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wqbJQtMKnOE/s1600-h/IMG_3486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2T_PS-QlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wqbJQtMKnOE/s320/IMG_3486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313565850014204498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It turned out to be quite tasty.  I'll definitely be making more leek soup in the future.  Lamb will probably be eaten sparingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2Trg8kDnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/uBBbpcBQ7SU/s1600-h/IMG_3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2Trg8kDnI/AAAAAAAAAVI/uBBbpcBQ7SU/s320/IMG_3484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313565511154667122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leeks are strange looking, but extra tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Leek Soup - Cawl Cennin&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Butter&lt;br /&gt;6 leeks, washed trimmed and cut into 1 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;3 potatoes, peeled and cubed&lt;br /&gt;1 to 1.5 pints chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 to 1.5 pints whole milk&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the butter in a saucepan and sweat the vegetables until soft. Add broth bring to a boil and simmer covered for 30 minutes. Add milk and heat - do not allow to boil.&lt;br /&gt;I bet if you added bacon it would be extra tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Barnes and Noble on Saturday.  When I told my Mom I was going, she asked me to buy Watchmen for her.  That's right, my Mom owns a graphic novel.  I think that makes her hipper than me since I don't own one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7426309602412464609?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7426309602412464609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-davids-day-in-boise.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7426309602412464609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7426309602412464609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-davids-day-in-boise.html' title='St Davids Day in Boise'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/Sb2T_PS-QlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/wqbJQtMKnOE/s72-c/IMG_3486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-3237756799275646578</id><published>2009-02-15T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:09:08.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Famous Singer</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, I sang at ISU's donor recognition dinner.  It's basically a fancy dinner party with people who gave the University a crapload of money during the year.  They always get people to sing and play piano.  It's mostly music the majority of people could enjoy, nothing artsy or intellectual.  This year I sang a duet with Allyson Johnson.  We went through the music program at the same time and now we both work for the university.  We sang a duet at a friend's wedding years ago, so it was fun to sing together again.  We sang Let's Call the Whole Thing Off by Gerschwin.  (That's the I say potato, you say potahto song)  Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SeZ2r-XdxNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YJfoGOmD3Kg/s1600-h/gemsing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SeZ2r-XdxNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YJfoGOmD3Kg/s320/gemsing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325074107260060882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We looked really pissed off, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-3237756799275646578?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/3237756799275646578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-famous-singer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3237756799275646578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3237756799275646578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-famous-singer.html' title='I&apos;m a Famous Singer'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SeZ2r-XdxNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YJfoGOmD3Kg/s72-c/gemsing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-178954806834591172</id><published>2009-02-04T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:59:24.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap.  I'm 30.</title><content type='html'>Turning 30 was actually less traumatic than I thought it would be.  Six months ago, I realized the day was coming soon.  I went into a bit of a panic.  30 is one of those milestone numbers.  I always thought that when I was 30 I would feel like an adult.  I don't.  Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;On pretty much every birthday I have, I get the feeling that I'm another year older and still haven't done anything with my life.  I really didn't want that to happen this time and wondered if there were a way to get around it.  I thought maybe I could do something to make me feel good about myself instead.  That's when I wrote the &lt;a href="http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html"&gt;I should be not fat&lt;/a&gt; entry.  Well, guess how much weight I lost.  Zero.  That made me feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose what I realized is that age is just a number and that I should be happy with whatever I can accomplish in my life.  After all, who am I comparing myself to?  Exactly, to a bunch of people who are also losers in their own way.  I hear people say that happiness is not based on external conditions, but it is a state of mind.  I shouldn't let the fact that I'm a fat old maid with no life get me down.  I might as well be happy about who I am.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Up yours 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-178954806834591172?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/178954806834591172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap-im-30.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/178954806834591172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/178954806834591172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap-im-30.html' title='Holy Crap.  I&apos;m 30.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7865251618780144814</id><published>2009-01-01T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:42:30.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year and Blwyddyn Newydd Dda</title><content type='html'>This year I had very little planned for New Year's Day.  It's mostly because I'm boring.  As part of my goal to learn a bunch of Welsh this year, I thought I would partake in the old Welsh tradition of making a Calennig on New Years day.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you make it:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get an apple and stick cloves on it in a decorative pattern of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SaHt81_kgHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8W3O7QoiD1c/s1600-h/xmas08-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SaHt81_kgHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8W3O7QoiD1c/s320/xmas08-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305783465560801394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get 3 sticks (I use kabob sticks) and turn the apple into a tripod.  Then cram a piece of shubbery into the top of the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SaHuftQ6ONI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4J-N4ApVchw/s1600-h/xmas08-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SaHuftQ6ONI/AAAAAAAAAOg/4J-N4ApVchw/s320/xmas08-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305784064513030354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place on your window sill.  The calennig will bring you good luck and you should keep on the window sill until you can't stand looking at how rotten it is.  My guess is about six weeks, unless you're hard core then you should keep it until the 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ye Olde Times you would make several calennigs in the morning and give them to visitors who have come to give you New Year's wishes.  I'm too lazy for that so I just made one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7865251618780144814?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7865251618780144814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-blwyddyn-newydd-dda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7865251618780144814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7865251618780144814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-blwyddyn-newydd-dda.html' title='Happy New Year and Blwyddyn Newydd Dda'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SaHt81_kgHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8W3O7QoiD1c/s72-c/xmas08-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7283373375054550332</id><published>2008-12-21T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:38:16.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Advent &amp; Solstice</title><content type='html'>Today is a super double Yuletide holiday as it is both the last Advent and Winter Solstice. Today the last purple candle should be lit.  The last candle is the shepherd candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SU8ZKdR3jhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0N3y7q9aTpw/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SU8ZKdR3jhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0N3y7q9aTpw/s320/IMG_3463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282468555377839634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scripture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 2: 8-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the  field, keeping watch over their flock by night. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, lo,  the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord  shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And  the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good  tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  For  unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is  Christ the Lord. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye  shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a  manger. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And suddenly there was with the angel a  multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will  toward men. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing &lt;a href="http://www.christmas-carol-music.org/SATB/WhileShepherds.html"&gt;While Shepherd Watched Their Flocks by Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solstice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The shortest day of the year was an important holiday for many pagans and pagans are fun. Solstice is the day for drinking wassail.  It is also customary to give a portion of the wassail to any fruit trees or other plants that you would like to thrive in the coming year. Pour it on the ground and the base of the plant. This makes them magically fertile.  The focus of the day should be the darkness and awareness that more light and warmth are on the way.  To remind myself of this I did not use electric lights, but relied on puny candle light.  It's nerdy, but it was kind of fun and old-fashiony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7283373375054550332?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7283373375054550332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/12/fourth-advent-solstice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7283373375054550332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7283373375054550332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/12/fourth-advent-solstice.html' title='Fourth Advent &amp; Solstice'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SU8ZKdR3jhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0N3y7q9aTpw/s72-c/IMG_3463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7096594003129492319</id><published>2008-12-14T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:40:40.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SUXs7lM8UYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NWN7O7HmwH0/s1600-h/84122%7ESacred-Heart-of-Mary-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SUXs7lM8UYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NWN7O7HmwH0/s200/84122%7ESacred-Heart-of-Mary-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279886646504608130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day you light the rose colored candle.  Most people use a pink candle for the rose candle.  We all know that roses are red, so I use a red candle. I refer to the rose candle as the Virgin Mary candle.  I do this because whenever you see uber Catholic paintings of Mary there are roses coming out of her fiery heart.&lt;br /&gt;By the liturgical calendar, today is Gaudete Sunday.  (Gaudete is Latin for rejoice)  So, rejoice and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SUXrXwvjmlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IwzLs1gqA5o/s1600-h/IMG_3460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SUXrXwvjmlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IwzLs1gqA5o/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279884931615660626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scripture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 1:26-35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin's name was Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing I know not a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the angel answered and said unto her, The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christmas-carol-music.org/SATB/AngelGabriel.html"&gt;The Angel Gabriel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SUXtR-ODEGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LibcR3nsElk/s1600-h/christmas+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SUXtR-ODEGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LibcR3nsElk/s200/christmas+story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279887031177252962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched one of my most favorite movies: A Christmas Story.  It always makes me feel Christmasy and I find it to be geniously hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the film, I went to a Messiah Sing-in.  I have a lot of mixed feelings about Sing-ins. I think the 'Messiah' is one of Western Civilization's masterpieces.  I think that's why I have a hard with a bunch of people who don't really know the music trying to sing it.  Much of the genius is ruined when people who are not classically trained try to perform it.  It's like going to see Hamlet in a church basement. I go to sing-ins anyway.  It's never good, but it's usually fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7096594003129492319?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7096594003129492319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/12/3rd-advent.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7096594003129492319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7096594003129492319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/12/3rd-advent.html' title='Third Advent'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SUXs7lM8UYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NWN7O7HmwH0/s72-c/84122%7ESacred-Heart-of-Mary-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-3814544201358256034</id><published>2008-12-07T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:50:49.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Advent</title><content type='html'>It’s time to light the second purple candle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, do it now!!!!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second candle is the Bethlehem/Manger candle, so try this out:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STynb3Q74OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/inZZCZXFuzU/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STynb3Q74OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/inZZCZXFuzU/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277276960504668386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 2:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.&lt;br /&gt;And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(I’m keeping these readings short because I know how bored you get.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sing “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Little Town of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But sing the &lt;a href="http://www.christmas-carol-music.org/SATB/OLittleTown_Forest.html"&gt;British version&lt;/a&gt;, the melody is much nicer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also watched my collection of Simpson’s Christmas Episodes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not traditional, but definitely worth the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-3814544201358256034?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/3814544201358256034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-advent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3814544201358256034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/3814544201358256034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/12/second-advent.html' title='Second Advent'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STynb3Q74OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/inZZCZXFuzU/s72-c/IMG_3437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7725638014761642606</id><published>2008-11-30T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:32.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year I discovered that I am the Christmas Police.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everywhere I look, people are celebrating Christmas wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw Christmas Trees and lights on houses in the middle of November.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People seem to have forgotten when Christmas begins and I’m putting the smack down on them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Yuletide season begins 4 Sundays before Christmas (or the Sunday after the feast of St. Andrew).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is according to the liturgical calendar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I contend that if Christians are going to pretend Christmas is a Christian holiday, then I’m going to use their calendar to determine the beginning of Christmas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year it begins today, November 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I celebrate First Advent by putting up the tree and other decorations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also light the first purple candle on my Advent Wreath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of you may not use Advent Wreaths, you're celebrating wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STykoMDmhuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6-xAc47ALZ8/s1600-h/IMG_3434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STykoMDmhuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6-xAc47ALZ8/s320/IMG_3434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277273873709434594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s what you need for a wreath:&lt;br /&gt;3 purple candles&lt;br /&gt;1 rose colored candle&lt;br /&gt;1 white candle&lt;br /&gt;Something to hold them&lt;br /&gt;Greenery of some kind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first candle is the prophecy candle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be appropriate to read Isaiah 7:14, “Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You can also sing the beloved carol, “O Come, O Come Emmanuel” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get a &lt;a href="http://www.christmas-carol-music.org/Eb_instruments/OComeOCome.html"&gt;pdf&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I also drank some Julmust that I found at IKEA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s some Swedish Christmas beverage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It tastes kind of like Coke, but less acidic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STylVp7I7DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/85KSIiuYo3c/s1600-h/IMG_3431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STylVp7I7DI/AAAAAAAAAHA/85KSIiuYo3c/s320/IMG_3431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277274654821116978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7725638014761642606?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7725638014761642606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-advent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7725638014761642606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7725638014761642606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-advent.html' title='First Advent'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STykoMDmhuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6-xAc47ALZ8/s72-c/IMG_3434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-9149693220741956173</id><published>2008-11-19T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:46.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Pope</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in the last post, I was the Pope for Halloween.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I have actually wanted to be the Pope for quite a while, but never did.  I ordered a costume, but it was to short and wasn't all that fancy.  My friend, Rusty, who is kind of obsessed with making awesome Halloween costumes said she would lengthen it.  Then she decided she would redo it just for fun and that is why it's so freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;There are advantages to working in an office with professional photographers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Groovy professional quality photos of me in a Pope costume is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygDLMmxQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WCjDdAQXZ7U/s1600-h/DSC_2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygDLMmxQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WCjDdAQXZ7U/s320/DSC_2210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268839777092866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorting Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygKlUNhgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fdC36-VeRtI/s1600-h/DSC_2212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygKlUNhgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fdC36-VeRtI/s320/DSC_2212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268967047398914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stern Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/ST04aDW1KaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pnTq-sz_Bb8/s1600-h/DSC_2208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/ST04aDW1KaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pnTq-sz_Bb8/s320/DSC_2208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277436358576908706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball pose Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygVuG1eCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LizyweR54zw/s1600-h/DSC_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygVuG1eCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LizyweR54zw/s320/DSC_2232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277269158385776674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Studious Pope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygzhlH5_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8DyPIxnPl2A/s1600-h/DSC_2251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygzhlH5_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8DyPIxnPl2A/s320/DSC_2251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277269670419228658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying the Rosary Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/ST04oKB8JII/AAAAAAAAAHY/1QuHYnqxIOk/s1600-h/DSC_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/ST04oKB8JII/AAAAAAAAAHY/1QuHYnqxIOk/s320/DSC_2238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277436600886502530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyhE49X3-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Vx0CAQRuSmg/s1600-h/DSC_2252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyhE49X3-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Vx0CAQRuSmg/s320/DSC_2252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277269968752730082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;GQ Pope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyhZJ8wtPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pCBnS-trJR0/s1600-h/DSC_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyhZJ8wtPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pCBnS-trJR0/s320/DSC_2254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277270316910949618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cute Pope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyiLPj9PtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/du42QedCCfo/s1600-h/DSC_2258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyiLPj9PtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/du42QedCCfo/s320/DSC_2258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277271177410985682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason I’m going to hell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyiv6uSHDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1RD1WNA83bM/s1600-h/DSC_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STyiv6uSHDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1RD1WNA83bM/s320/DSC_2255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277271807472311346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-9149693220741956173?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/9149693220741956173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-pope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/9149693220741956173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/9149693220741956173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-pope.html' title='I am the Pope'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/STygDLMmxQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WCjDdAQXZ7U/s72-c/DSC_2210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-6055311442143576960</id><published>2008-11-02T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:22:34.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween of Spooky Doom</title><content type='html'>Halloween is my second favorite holiday.  I like the spookiness and candy and especially pumpkin carving.  I'm a bit obsessive about pumpkin carving and it's not uncommon for me to carve 4 or 5 during the month of October.  This year I only made 3, I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spooky pirate ship with a fancy light I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4mZWVWOSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZbLKrzr4oWc/s1600-h/IMG_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4mZWVWOSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZbLKrzr4oWc/s320/IMG_3315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264187231376390434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary belfry with bats and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4mk49t7ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dwE5hnMD1H8/s1600-h/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4mk49t7ZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dwE5hnMD1H8/s320/IMG_3318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264187429651082642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's supposed to be Obama's logo.  The pumpkin was really hard and I couldn't cut it very well, so it's not as good as I had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4mwpXoPwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L7shFiXJ0x8/s1600-h/IMG_3324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4mwpXoPwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L7shFiXJ0x8/s320/IMG_3324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264187631623225090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the first time in a long time that I decided to dress up.  I decided to go as the Pope.  Most people would have more sense than to be the Pope.  That's why I'm different than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sample.  I'm hoping to add some fancier pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4n0dIamMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-GHH63bWV2E/s1600-h/IMG_3328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4n0dIamMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-GHH63bWV2E/s320/IMG_3328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188796569295042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-6055311442143576960?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/6055311442143576960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-of-spooky-doom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/6055311442143576960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/6055311442143576960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-of-spooky-doom.html' title='Halloween of Spooky Doom'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4mZWVWOSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZbLKrzr4oWc/s72-c/IMG_3315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-1467682237680143669</id><published>2008-10-12T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:57:05.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HighEdWeb 2008</title><content type='html'>October 5-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year there is a conference of higher education web professionals (nerds).  Since I am now in that category,  I went to the conference with my coworker Laird.  We got to travel to famous Springfield, Missouri.  Alright, it's not famous.  I had never heard of Springfield Missouri until I found out I was going to a conference there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Missouri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only briefly been to Missouri in the past, but it seems to be a pretty nice state.  I hear that it is one of the Midwestern states, but I saw a Waffle House while there.  I maintain that Waffle House is Southern, and that it's waitresses don't have all their teeth.  Even though maps and the majority of Americans think Missouri is midwestern, they are wrong.  Missouri should have thought before allowing Waffle House Franchises to turn their state southern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missouri State University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference was hosted at Missouri State University.  The campus is really quite nice.  The buildings are a mix of old and modern.  Quite different from the 1960's square brick building thing that ISU has going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4eU0kJEcI/AAAAAAAAADE/K_SwO1f3-Ug/s1600-h/IMG_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4eU0kJEcI/AAAAAAAAADE/K_SwO1f3-Ug/s320/IMG_3312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264178357499138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Library.  The tower is a carillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consisted of presentations and speeches about what's going on in the world of higher ed. websites. Pretty dull if you're not involved in that sort of thing.  Occasionally dull if you are.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a number of fancy things that I can use here.  There are number of social outings associated with the conference.  Most of them involved everyone getting drunk.  They had a Guitar Hero contest and an outing to a Discovery Center that were pretty enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4e_bpSReI/AAAAAAAAADM/ki7BjOrFaC0/s1600-h/2930292617_bdf823ccba_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4e_bpSReI/AAAAAAAAADM/ki7BjOrFaC0/s320/2930292617_bdf823ccba_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264179089544201698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at the Discovery Center playing with a freaky gyroscope chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Eat Fancy Japanese Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the trip was a dinner I ate at a fancy pants Japanese Restaurant.  It was very modern in it's decoration and food.  It was also one of the more expensive meals I've eaten.&lt;br /&gt;These pictures aren't the best.  The restaurant was a little dark and I didn't want to use the flash and stand out like a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gyoza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hOJVLmtI/AAAAAAAAADU/gA_k8I22c_k/s1600-h/IMG_3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hOJVLmtI/AAAAAAAAADU/gA_k8I22c_k/s320/IMG_3297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264181541349333714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lobster Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hafFpzbI/AAAAAAAAADc/Sx9ldInKTBk/s1600-h/IMG_3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hafFpzbI/AAAAAAAAADc/Sx9ldInKTBk/s320/IMG_3298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264181753348214194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Black Cod with shitaake mushrooms and a mild wasabi risotto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hkzL8rFI/AAAAAAAAADk/cRHeX45fzTo/s1600-h/IMG_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hkzL8rFI/AAAAAAAAADk/cRHeX45fzTo/s320/IMG_3299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264181930542017618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hu8gf2fI/AAAAAAAAADs/5pZZJet9W08/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4hu8gf2fI/AAAAAAAAADs/5pZZJet9W08/s320/IMG_3301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264182104842820082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-1467682237680143669?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/1467682237680143669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/10/highedweb-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/1467682237680143669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/1467682237680143669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/10/highedweb-2008.html' title='HighEdWeb 2008'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SQ4eU0kJEcI/AAAAAAAAADE/K_SwO1f3-Ug/s72-c/IMG_3312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-5908922030856036057</id><published>2008-09-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:17:01.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southeastern Idaho State Fair!</title><content type='html'>Woot!  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy going to the fair.  There's food, farm animals, worthless crap you can buy and rednecks.  Rednecks galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I went with my friends Chris, Kristen &amp;amp; Andrew and their baby.  It was really crowded, there was some terrible Country music concert that night.  In spite of the crowds, I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the foods I consumed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corndog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKuDfR3-zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bt_hnk4cJSg/s1600-h/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKuDfR3-zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bt_hnk4cJSg/s320/IMG_3262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455090054101810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKuDVOT7NI/AAAAAAAAACE/vxxySKbyShw/s1600-h/IMG_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKuDVOT7NI/AAAAAAAAACE/vxxySKbyShw/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455087354801362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnel Cake (I forgot to take a picture of it before I ate it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKuDg8uhAI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gcq1ZY7xNOE/s1600-h/IMG_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKuDg8uhAI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gcq1ZY7xNOE/s320/IMG_3276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455090502272002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was still hungry so he tried to eat the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKu4S7qi6I/AAAAAAAAACU/bTi7ugIQ7Gs/s1600-h/IMG_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKu4S7qi6I/AAAAAAAAACU/bTi7ugIQ7Gs/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256455997272787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we looked at the farm animals.  They looked delicious.  Except for the goats, they have devil eyes.&lt;br /&gt;This cow must have been promiscuous because it was branded a HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKu4zQm80I/AAAAAAAAACc/kNBWt5EDwoc/s1600-h/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKu4zQm80I/AAAAAAAAACc/kNBWt5EDwoc/s320/IMG_3275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256456005950567234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-5908922030856036057?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/5908922030856036057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/09/southeastern-idaho-state-fair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5908922030856036057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5908922030856036057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/09/southeastern-idaho-state-fair.html' title='Southeastern Idaho State Fair!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKuDfR3-zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bt_hnk4cJSg/s72-c/IMG_3262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-5186336752669787123</id><published>2008-09-02T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:56:44.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Exciting Labor Day Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>This Labor Day I decided to take a trip to Boise.  Why Boise?  3 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. My Parents just moved there and I wanted to see their house.&lt;br /&gt;2. My friends Dawna and Joe adopted a baby in June and I still hadn't seen him.&lt;br /&gt;3. I bought one of my parents cars and they still had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents house looks kind of dumpy on the outside, but is nice on the inside.  I didn't take any pictures and I should have.  It was a fun bonding weekend since I got to assemble furniture with my Dad.  Then we all had a meal of crappy Chinese food.  Really, it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Dawna's house and saw Owen.  He's pretty cute.  Here is a picture of the two of us being cute.  (well, Owen is being cute anyway.) For more cutesy Owen stuff, check out his &lt;a href="http://theburketbunch.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKouftpm9I/AAAAAAAAABs/fydVjOfl8V8/s1600-h/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKouftpm9I/AAAAAAAAABs/fydVjOfl8V8/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256449231835208658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the car I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKouta7mgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/soS60rLx43k/s1600-h/IMG_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKouta7mgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/soS60rLx43k/s320/IMG_3281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256449235514792450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 2007 Honda Fit and it's pretty fancy.  The payments are a bit more than what I want to pay, but that's life.  My old car had 190,000 miles and I'm sure it will fall apart soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-5186336752669787123?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/5186336752669787123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-exciting-labor-day-extravaganza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5186336752669787123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5186336752669787123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-exciting-labor-day-extravaganza.html' title='My Exciting Labor Day Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKouftpm9I/AAAAAAAAABs/fydVjOfl8V8/s72-c/IMG_3261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-4176884350142066708</id><published>2008-08-02T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:30:17.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be not fat</title><content type='html'>I realized yesterday that it was my half birthday.  That means in 6 months I'll be 30.  It scared the crap out of me.  I'll be 30 years old and have nothing to show for it.  I thought, "Maybe I could get a life by then."  I realized the odds of that would be slim. So I thought about what I could do that would make my birthday less depressing.   My doctor has been telling me for more than a year that I should be less fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is my goal to be not fat by February 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This means I will have to lose about 40 pounds.  That's probably a lot to lose in 6 months, but I need something to feel good about dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post updates on my progress.  If I do bad, feel free to leave comments such as:&lt;br /&gt;"Fatty fatty fat fat!"&lt;br /&gt;"You so fat, you fatter than my fat Momma!"&lt;br /&gt;"You are an eyesore.  I'm sorry, but someone had to say it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that made me think this was a good idea was a picture I saw on my cousin's facebook.  It reminded me of those weight loss infomercials where a lady who lost a bunch of weight sees an old picture of herself and begins crying and blubbering about how fat she used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKjJSrL3gI/AAAAAAAAABk/IsMle_I-1E0/s1600-h/n193300076_32496722_7823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKjJSrL3gI/AAAAAAAAABk/IsMle_I-1E0/s320/n193300076_32496722_7823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443095121911298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so before you think I have crazy anorexia body issues, you should realize that I'm kind of sarcastic.  But seriously, I'm a fat cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight: 240&lt;br /&gt;Body fat: 25%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-4176884350142066708?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/4176884350142066708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-should-be-not-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4176884350142066708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4176884350142066708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-should-be-not-fat.html' title='I should be not fat'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SPKjJSrL3gI/AAAAAAAAABk/IsMle_I-1E0/s72-c/n193300076_32496722_7823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-4144587330422355623</id><published>2008-07-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:26:04.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa: not as old as trilobites.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we commemorated my Grandpa being alive for 85 years.  It was a big family shindig. (Shindig is a weird word, digging shins would be incredibly painful.)  We all got together and ate way too much food.  Then we ate dessert.  Dessert at these family gatherings is an event.  We always makes sure there are 5 desserts, in case someone doesn't like something.  We are fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment to reflect on my Grandpa's life and think about how long 85 years is.  He can remember getting electricity in his house as a child.  He lived through the depression and fought in WWII.  He survived Reaganomics, for corn sakes!  He also inadvertently taught me one of my favorite pass-times: purposely mispronouncing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many elderly people, he says things that are horribly inappropriate.  We'll laugh about that later when we stop being mortified.  And, like anyone else in the family, he can drive us crazy sometimes, but I hope he sticks around for few more birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SKi2PXgmviI/AAAAAAAAABc/qOK_eQvy8gE/s1600-h/grandpa_85.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SKi2PXgmviI/AAAAAAAAABc/qOK_eQvy8gE/s320/grandpa_85.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235634941943266850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-4144587330422355623?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/4144587330422355623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-grandpa-not-as-old-as-trilobites.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4144587330422355623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/4144587330422355623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-grandpa-not-as-old-as-trilobites.html' title='My Grandpa: not as old as trilobites.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SKi2PXgmviI/AAAAAAAAABc/qOK_eQvy8gE/s72-c/grandpa_85.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7386421433841149151</id><published>2008-07-21T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:21:09.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idaho International Choral Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SKiwjU9oLmI/AAAAAAAAABU/r6X0uAx3KUU/s1600-h/high_school-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SKiwjU9oLmI/AAAAAAAAABU/r6X0uAx3KUU/s320/high_school-7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235628687787306594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing for joy or screaming in terror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;July 15-20.&lt;br /&gt;I told a committee member I would volunteer to help for this year's choral festival.  I've been involved in the past and it was fun hearing choirs from all over the world sing in Pocatello.  In late June I got a call saying they wanted me to be chaperon for the high school honor choir.  I agreed reluctantly.  I remember going on choir trips in high school, I remember that I was obnoxious.  I was kind of dreading being a chaperon.  I would have to stay in the dorms with them and make sure they don't die, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at the end of the phone call that I made up a new rule for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you volunteer, you need to be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The day came and I went to meet up with the other chaperons and high school kids.  I was not in a good mood about it.  After a while, I realized teenagers say and think hilarious things.  Not all of them are intentionally hilarious, but I take what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were pretty well behaved (I mean, they're nerdy choir kids.  They'll probably grow up to nerds just like I did)  I learned that I can not only tolerate teenagers, but that they can be enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some great choirs this year.  The Romanian choir was extra magical.  I assume this is because a large number of them are vampires and have been singing for hundreds of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taiwan Children's Choir was especially good.  Children in Asian cultures seem to be so much more disciplined than American children.  I remember when I taught violin lessons to two Korean kids.  Before the first lesson, their Mom said, "If they not listen, spank them."  I told her that I would never spank a child because backhanding them is more efficient.  At any rate, they were the best students I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the high school boys were in love with the girls from the Lithuanian choir and that amused me.  I'm sure the Lithuanians found them cute and slightly creepy, but I'm sure teenage girls feel that way about boys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7386421433841149151?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7386421433841149151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/08/idaho-international-choral-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7386421433841149151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7386421433841149151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/08/idaho-international-choral-festival.html' title='The Idaho International Choral Festival'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SKiwjU9oLmI/AAAAAAAAABU/r6X0uAx3KUU/s72-c/high_school-7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-7479433239141735061</id><published>2008-06-29T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:08:53.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y Ddraig Goch ddyry gychwyn</title><content type='html'>I went to the Malad Welsh Festival.  It was Welsh-a-riffic.  I figured I should go since I've been trying to learn Welsh.  I was a little disappointed in the booths this year.  Most of them were just booths with people selling stuff- stuff that didn't really relate to Wales.  However, the 'Taste of Whales' booth was awesome and hopefully a joke.  There was no whale, but they served some welsh food, which is just a different type of bland English food.  Mmmm...bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pretty groovy lecture by Ron Dennis, retired professor of Portuguese and Welsh, about the history of the Welsh in Idaho.  It seems there were a lot of Welshy Mormons that settled in Idaho and Utah.  They also sang a lot, as his wife demonstrated by singing Welsh songs.  They sang so much, in fact, that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir began as a choir of Welsh immigrants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that the Welsh and Irish have begun wearing Kilts in an attempt to be more celtic.  At least that's what they say.  I think Celtic men just want to wear skirts, but are afraid of what people will think unless they have an excuse to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Welsh ancestry and are not afraid of Malad, you should go to the Welsh Festival.  Go connect with your heritage and stuff.&lt;b id="c.nd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some useful phrases for when you go: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b id="d3qk0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bore da&lt;/b&gt;   Good morning &lt;b id="d3qk1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twll dîn pob Sais!&lt;/b&gt;   Down with the English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b id="s6tk"&gt;Gad lonydd i fi! &lt;/b&gt;Leave me alone!   &lt;b id="c04-0"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b id="s6tk0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galw'r heddlu!&lt;/b&gt;            Call the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SJC4OFgh3jI/AAAAAAAAABM/6M-tgzam-rc/s1600-h/IMG_2991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SJC4OFgh3jI/AAAAAAAAABM/6M-tgzam-rc/s320/IMG_2991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228881719513439794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-7479433239141735061?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/7479433239141735061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-ddraig-goch-ddyry-gychwyn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7479433239141735061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/7479433239141735061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-ddraig-goch-ddyry-gychwyn.html' title='Y Ddraig Goch ddyry gychwyn'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_utA6gE5HTI8/SJC4OFgh3jI/AAAAAAAAABM/6M-tgzam-rc/s72-c/IMG_2991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160673815176761450.post-5471041172238329466</id><published>2008-06-22T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:24:06.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave in to the Evil</title><content type='html'>I caved.  I decided to get a blog.  It's mostly to keep track of my incredibly exciting life.  By exciting I mean boring.  I'll talk about my adventures and my brilliantness.  That will be interesting for sure.  By interesting I mean boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a blog before because it just seems too trendy.  I'm not trendy and I don't try to be, but I decided a blog could be fun.  It may really come in handy if I get a life and someone is actually interested in it.  By interested I mean bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2160673815176761450-5471041172238329466?l=joemarley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/feeds/5471041172238329466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-gave-in-to-evil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5471041172238329466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2160673815176761450/posts/default/5471041172238329466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemarley.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-gave-in-to-evil.html' title='I gave in to the Evil'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13820498585742378563</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
