<?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-26617212</id><updated>2012-01-18T15:15:57.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>project53</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-7281859426556640891</id><published>2006-09-14T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:37:32.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time and relativity and other shit like that...</title><content type='html'>so yesterday, time seemed to fly by. i got to work, and before i knew it, it was 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the total reverse...it feels like this day has gone on forever, but it isn't even 3 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why does that happen?  i can't be the only one it happens to.  does it happen to you?  what the hell causes this?  anybody have stephen hawking's phone number so we can figure this out?  because we need to be asking him important questions like this before he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other ramblings, i've been reading a book called "God and the New Physics".  i'm not very far along, and i've actually had this book for like 10 years and never went past page 11, but i'm making a go at it now.  anyway...right now, the author is talking about matter and anti-matter, and how you cannot create one without creating the other.  this creates a problem for the creation of the universe, because when matter and anti-matter meet, POOF!  they wipe each other out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out, at VERY high temperatures, like there would have been at the Big Bang, as matter is being created, there is 1 part-per-billion more matter created than there is anti-matter. so, for every billion "balls" (i like to think of matter in terms of being balls for some reason...)...for every 1 billion balls of antimatter that appear, there are 1 billion-and-one balls of matter.  now, that don't seem like a whole lot, but at the rates of creation we're talking about during the big bang, it would add up pretty fast...trust me, this scientist said it, so it has to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, all of that leads me to this...are there anti-people?  like, is there someone out there that is the total exact opposite of you, and if the 2 of you meet, will you disappear in a poof of pure energy?  OR...maybe for every billion people created, there is one anti-person created, and so there are like 10 unlucky folks wandering around the earth right now (5 people, 5 anti-people), who have no idea that when they run into each other, it will not be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.  i don't know.  i was just really wondering about that whole time thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-7281859426556640891?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/7281859426556640891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=7281859426556640891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/7281859426556640891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/7281859426556640891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-and-relativity-and-other-shit-like.html' title='time and relativity and other shit like that...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115621135846695484</id><published>2006-08-21T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:49:18.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an interesting weekend...</title><content type='html'>well, this weekend was certainly one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the circus friday night, despite the fact that i don't really care for the clowns...they sort of freak me out, really.  it was the first time i'd been to the REAL circus, the ringling brothers circus.  before that, i'd only seen some shitty little circus that used to come to our middle school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good time, despite the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was one for the books.  a former classmate and very good friend throws an annual gathering at his place of business to welcome the community and just say thanks for choosing to do business with him.  i rode over with a couple of friends and met up with many more there.  the evening was filled with good food, good stories, good live bluegrass music, and good cold beers.  we all hung around until about 2am, and if the evening had just ended there, it would have been a full evening.  however, there was more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather than try to retell it here, i'll leave it to my lovely fiance, since she has already posted it to her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the first post (August 20, 2006) &lt;a href="http://madcackler.blogspot.com/"&gt;located here on her blog&lt;/a&gt;.  enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115621135846695484?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115621135846695484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115621135846695484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115621135846695484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115621135846695484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-weekend.html' title='an interesting weekend...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544440718850364</id><published>2006-08-13T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:46:47.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adding some old posts...</title><content type='html'>i used to have a blog posted, maybe 2 years ago, but the place i had it posted just kind of went away, so i'm rebuilding everything here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, be sure to take a look at the archives now, as i've added posts from way back.  i set the date on them to the actual date they were posted...you can see i was pretty sporadic about posting then, too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544440718850364?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544440718850364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544440718850364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544440718850364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544440718850364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/08/adding-some-old-posts.html' title='adding some old posts...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544229028155587</id><published>2006-08-13T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:11:30.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>buford pusser...</title><content type='html'>on august 12, 1967, in McNairy County TN, Sheriff Buford Pusser, of "Walking Tall" fame, and his wife, Pauline, were ambushed while driving...his wife was killed, and  Buford had his jaw shot off.  those who comitted the crime were never caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd post the lyrics to a song by one of my favorite bands, the Drive-By Truckers.  it is a song about Buford Pusser, kind of told from the perspective of someone on the OTHER side of the law.  this band really kicks some serious ASS, and i got to see them in-person last week in Cincinnati...it was awesome.  anyways, here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/479/2788/1600/disc_tds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/479/2788/320/disc_tds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Artist/Band: Drive-By Truckers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lyrics for Song: The Buford Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lyrics for Album: The Dirty South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sheriff Buford Pusser's gotten too big for his britches&lt;br /&gt;With his book reviews and movie deals&lt;br /&gt;Down at the car lot making public appearances&lt;br /&gt;For breaking up our homes and stills&lt;br /&gt;I know he likes to brag how he wrestled a bear&lt;br /&gt;But I knew him from the funeral home&lt;br /&gt;Ask him for a warrant, he'll say "I keep it in my shoe"&lt;br /&gt;That son of a bitch has got to go&lt;br /&gt;That son of a bitch has got to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they lined up around the block to see that movie&lt;br /&gt;And crying for his ambushed wife&lt;br /&gt;Marveling about about shot eight times and stabbed seven&lt;br /&gt;Some folks can't take a hint&lt;br /&gt;They say he didn't take no crap from the State Line Gang&lt;br /&gt;What the hell they talking bout?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a hard workingman with a family to feed&lt;br /&gt;And he made my daughter cry&lt;br /&gt;Said he made my daughter cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out for Buford!" is what they keep on telling me&lt;br /&gt;But to me he's just another crooked lawman up in Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;He gets a new hot car to keep us on our toes&lt;br /&gt;And that ridiculous stick where the press corp. goes&lt;br /&gt;And some big time Hollywood actors playing him on the big screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out for Buford! He's shutting down our stills and whores"&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't like he's all that different from what was there before&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't take my man long to do the job&lt;br /&gt;Just a partially sawed through steering rod&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't have to worry about the good Sheriff anymore&lt;br /&gt;Now the funeral's got'em lined up for twenty blocks&lt;br /&gt;No one liked that SOB when he's alive&lt;br /&gt;But the ruckus he began keeps a spreadin' like a wildfire&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I'm gonna survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit an embankment doing 120 on a straight-away&lt;br /&gt;The Lord works in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;They'll probably make another movie, glorifying what he done&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never have to hear them say&lt;br /&gt;I'll never have to hear them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for Buford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544229028155587?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544229028155587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544229028155587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544229028155587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544229028155587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/08/buford-pusser.html' title='buford pusser...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115290261180906505</id><published>2006-07-14T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:43:31.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the black crowes...the first of many posts.</title><content type='html'>i posted this on amorica.org and wanted to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've only seen the crowes 3 times...in '90 at rupp arena in lexington, opening for zz top, and that was a large crowd. saw them in '97 at riverbend in cincinnati as part of the furthur festival, and that was a nice crowd (though hard to guage, as i think even most of the people that had pavillion seating ended up out on the lawn getting tall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw them this year in louisville, with becky, at the palace, which is a small venue, and it was packed. we will be going again to riverbend in a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that it makes me sad that i wasn't able to attend more shows throughout the years, and i can only hope that this band stays together, in this form, for a long, long time to come. they are one of the last true rock and roll bands playing music today, and when they go, there will be an awfully large hole to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that a lot of people have let them slip off of their radar after they didn't follow up "hard to handle" or "she talks to angels" with the radio friendly material they wanted to hear. i have a couple of friends that just couldn't stand any of the records outside of SYMM. i tried to pull them in, but they just got locked into the songs from that first album and weren't willing to open up to the rest of the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYMM was a GREAT album, as far as i'm concerned, and while there's this little part of me that wants to dismiss it or not like it, just because it is the one that was popular, that is just silly and petty. "twice as hard" is still one of my absolute favorites, and when they played "jealous again" in louisville, i almost lost my freakin' mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it happens a lot that some fans get alienated on a band's 2nd album because they expect it to be just like the first one...pearl jam is a good example. because there wasn't another "jeremy", a lot of people that loved the first album just dissed the 2nd one and never came back for another listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends that dismissed southern harmony now think that some of the best crowes songs are from that album, and neither of them has been able to stop listening to the recording of the louisville show that i gave them.  something interesting is that their favorites from the louisville recording are songs that they hadn't even heard before. one of them is going with us to the cincy show, along with his wife, and i just know after that, they are going to be completely hooked.  him even more than he is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what the band could do any differently to try and encourage folks that think the only 2 songs they ever recorded were H2H and she talks to angels to give some of the other music a chance. i will admit that when amorica first came out, it wasn't my favorite, but now, it is at the top of my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope the crowes keep touring for years to come and just continue to play great rock and roll music, converting people all along the way. i think they are growing as a band, and i think all the jams that people are talking about this year are a sign of that growth. i could honestly see them start to pick up a lot of the folks that followed the dead as time and tours go on and start to position themselves as THE premier touring band in this country. it ain't gonna happen over 1 or 2 summers, but i think it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this year has been my complete rebirth as a crowes fan. the passion never went away, and i never stopped arguing with anyone that would listen that they were the only band left that was making true rock and roll music...but seeing them in louisville just did something to me that was beautiful and sublime...my love for this band was renewed, and i witnessed the birth of a new fan...becky, who had never really even listened to them before, got completely absorbed by the whole vibe of the show right from the start when they lit the incense on stage before the band took the stage, and she fell absolutely in love when they played "title song".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no, they may not be making a whole lot of money on this or any other tour...but really, if it was just for the money, i don't think they'd even be touring at all. and i think they are gaining some new fans along the way...because honestly, as incredible as they are on a studio recording, it cannot hold a candle to being right there...it has warped my mind, and i just want to follow them everywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when it all comes right down to it, i'm just glad to know that they are out there every night, playing good rock and roll music in a laid-back, funky-ass vibe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more could you ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115290261180906505?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115290261180906505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115290261180906505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115290261180906505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115290261180906505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/07/black-crowesthe-first-of-many-posts.html' title='the black crowes...the first of many posts.'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115276044334687750</id><published>2006-07-12T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:14:03.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>t-lee</title><content type='html'>i just posted this over at amorica.org, a community board dedicated to the black crowes, and i thought i'd just use it as my post for this evening. &lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i know that posting ANY type of thread talking about watching rockstar is a prime target for a, "you know how i know you're gay?" reply...but here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my fiance were watching tonight to see who got the boot. it isn't great television...i'm not sure it is even good television...but there are just so many of those "train wreck" moments, where you want to turn away, but you can't...so we watch, and tonight was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody that sang tuesday night was pretty rough. there were a few exceptions. the girl from africa, dilana, is just interesting to watch and sort of captivates the crowd. i also liked the little dude with the makeup...lukas. he sounds sort of rough, but in a good way. the fella from down under, toby, was also pretty good, and got the encore tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough about the "good"...it is the bad that keeps me coming back, and with this show, you get it from both the contestants AND the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's some chick on there from puerto rico, zayra, who did some strange-assed, seizure-and-synthesizer filled rendition of the kinks "you really got me". my fiance referred to her as "penelope cruz on crack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, the judges gave her a hard time, asking if she'd ever even heard any of their music, to which she replied that she'd been in diapers when they played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave her a chance tonight to comment about what she'd said, and she told them that she respected their music, blah blah blah...all of them caved when they get their chance to stand up for themselves...but anyways...she said she grew up listening to their records, playing their 45's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave navarro decided that he would make a joke about 45's and records, explaining how they were round and flat and people played them and they don't make them anymore...to which tommy lee, god love him, jumped in and said, "they turn at 45 revolutions per &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave navarro then replied, "exactly! score one for tommy lee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. score one for tommy lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115276044334687750?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115276044334687750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115276044334687750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115276044334687750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115276044334687750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/07/t-lee.html' title='t-lee'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115233131913792765</id><published>2006-07-07T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:02:42.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend has arrived...</title><content type='html'>well, this was a short week, but i feel like it has taken forever.  i'm not sure why, but i've felt so tired every night this week.  i hope this doesn't mean i'm getting old.  maybe it is just my body's internal clock adjusting to my new routine.  having a "real" job and having to get up to go to it in the morning after not really having that routine for such a long time has been tough.  it is STILL tough, even after almost a year on the job.  i wish i could get by on like 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of times, i don't even think of things i want to work on until like 10 or 11pm, and by then, even though my mind is ready to go, my body says, "time to sleep."  it kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sucks...summer tv is just a wasteland.  we got into a routine over the course of the regular tv season of watching certain shows.  we don't really watch a LOT of tv, but we have our favorites.  mondays you've got two-and-a-half men and csi miami.  tuesday has scrubs and SVU, and briefly had the brilliantly funny sons and daughters, which abc was too braindead to keep on the air.  wednesday, i'm not really sure what was on.  i think we sort of fell into that top chef show on bravo.  late in the year we also tuned in to csi: new york.  thursdays were great.  the dvr was working overtime, with my name is earl, the office, csi, and survivor...definitely the most active tv night.  after that, we didn't really watch anything until sunday, when law and order: criminal intent and crossing jordan came on.  i also had the sopranos, which becky never really has gotten into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, there's been absolutely nothing since like the middle of may.  thankfully, deadwood started back up on hbo. it is one of my favorites.  however, weeknights have been completely empty.  this week, rockstar: supernova started up.  we really enjoyed the inxs version last year, and we were looking forward to this one.  after the first shows, though, i gotta say that more of these contestants are bad than good.  tommy lee is just a mess, and dave navarro is almost as bad.  i'm sure we'll keep watching, because there isn't really anything else on, but it ain't great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was some other crap ass show on spike last night, called raising the roof, or something like that.  it is some semi-reality show that is just awful.  tv really is a mess.  an unexpected couple of shows have popped up, however.  lovespring international on lifetime and man bites dog on comedy central.  they both have some very, very funny moments, and i think they've got potential...which means they probably will get cancelled after 4 showings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've complained about tv enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to start trying to crank on our t-shirt site pretty soon.  we are working on a design/layout for it right now.  we have a pile of funny shirt ideas.  we just have to get the site online and start selling them.  i don't know how good it will ever do, but i can't wait to at least give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/479/2788/1600/4af8scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/479/2788/200/4af8scd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maybe it will make enough money to help pay for a new car.  my car is just not acting good right now.  i know that we have to get something else soon, but it is sort of a catch-22 situation.  we like to go out and do stuff, but we need dependable transportation to do that...but if we get dependable transportation, we won't be able to afford going out and doing as much stuff. so, i'm trying to talk myself down from the upcoming 2007 jeep wrangler unlimited that i so very, very much want, into a 2004-2006 model.  i know it is more practical....but look at this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, more on that another day.  it is almost midnight, and i'm getting sleepy.  i'm going to try and knock out another post on the amorica.org message board.  it is a black crowes fan board that i just joined.  as you will learn as we go along, i absolutely love the black crowes.  i plan on sharing some other bands that i think deserve way more spotlight than they are getting, and i'm sort of making it my mission to hunt down some more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together, maybe we can save music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115233131913792765?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115233131913792765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115233131913792765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115233131913792765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115233131913792765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-has-arrived.html' title='the weekend has arrived...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115205827145224059</id><published>2006-07-04T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:11:11.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my first picture post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/479/2788/1600/IMG_1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/479/2788/320/IMG_1665.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, me and becky drove down to berea for her friend billie's wedding, and we both had our cameras, so that we could try and catch some good shots.  while the girls were all getting made up and having hair fixed and whatever other wedding day things they had to do, i was reading up on the different settings on my camera.  i've had this damn thing for months now, and i still don't know all that it can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the wedding reception, we went back to our room at the boone tavern, and i tried experimenting with some different settings on the camera, mainly leaving the shutter open for an extended amount of time.  this shot was taken out the window of our room, with the camera resting on the window ledge.  i used the self-timer to activate the shutter, and i set the time to 20 seconds.  i really like the effect, and i want to get a remote/shutter release switch so that i can experiment with leaving it open longer to expose darker scenes.  anyways, i'll post a few shots here and there, but i'll mainly keep them in a &lt;a href="http://www.project-53.com/art.htm"&gt;gallery on my web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115205827145224059?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115205827145224059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115205827145224059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115205827145224059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115205827145224059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-first-picture-post.html' title='my first picture post...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115205652041285948</id><published>2006-07-04T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:42:00.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging, day 1 (sort of)</title><content type='html'>well, i'm ready to try this again, for real.  there are so many times that i think to myself, "wow! i really need to blog that!", but if i don't sit down and do it right away, i forget about it.  after a while, the moment just doesn't have the same feeling anymore, and the words to describe it have left my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan on making a real attempt at putting this blog to use from now on.  there are just too many moments and thoughts that i need to get out...maybe it will help unclutter my brain...probably not, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, look for more posts coming very soon and often...really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115205652041285948?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115205652041285948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115205652041285948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115205652041285948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115205652041285948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2006/07/blogging-day-1-sort-of.html' title='blogging, day 1 (sort of)'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544613643201243</id><published>2005-01-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:15:36.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....yeah...i'm still here...</title><content type='html'>well, here i am again!&amp;nbsp; man...been offline for so long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;there was a server crash that took me down at first, but it is mostly&lt;br /&gt;just lack of focus that keeps me from being a regular contributor here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have recently started keeping a daily journal in a notebook...i&lt;br /&gt;really like a new notebook and pen sometimes...and that has helped me&lt;br /&gt;to sort the jumbled thoughts that bounce around in my head every&lt;br /&gt;day...given me a little bit of peace and quiet in there...that is good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm severely hungover today...i didn't really drink any more than usual&lt;br /&gt;last night, so i'm not sure what the hell happened.&amp;nbsp; but i woke up&lt;br /&gt;today with a nice headache, and it is still here at 3:00.&amp;nbsp; i had&lt;br /&gt;to go this morning and talk to 3 classes of 5th graders about&lt;br /&gt;technology careers.&amp;nbsp; it was career day, and i was pinch-hitting&lt;br /&gt;for darren because he had to be out of town.&amp;nbsp; so i spent about 45&lt;br /&gt;minutes this morning, talking to 10-year-olds about web design and&lt;br /&gt;such...answering the question, "how long did you have to go to school&lt;br /&gt;to do what you do?" with a very hesitant, "ummmm...9 years"...all with&lt;br /&gt;a throbbing head from a night of poker and beers.&amp;nbsp; makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;about all the speakers that used to come and talk to MY classes when i&lt;br /&gt;was in school.&amp;nbsp; kinda funny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i visited with mom and lori after i finished at the school.&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;didn't realize that i hadn't seen mom since christmas.&amp;nbsp; it really&lt;br /&gt;isn't that i'm trying to avoid dealing with her being sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that's not it at all.&amp;nbsp; i guess maybe i just forget that she can't&lt;br /&gt;get out and about any more.&amp;nbsp; i don't think i'm acting any&lt;br /&gt;different than i would if she WEREN'T sick...and that is probably part&lt;br /&gt;of the problem...i think her and lori feel like i'm not dealing with&lt;br /&gt;this, or that i'm putting too much on lori.&amp;nbsp; but i explained to&lt;br /&gt;them that this works both ways...i need input...i need to know how i&lt;br /&gt;can help.&amp;nbsp; i don't live there.&amp;nbsp; lori does.&amp;nbsp; i think we&lt;br /&gt;worked everything out.&amp;nbsp; i told lori that whenever she needs&lt;br /&gt;anything, even if it's just someone to talk to, to let me know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;she said she didn't want to worry me, but i told her that i'm already&lt;br /&gt;worried...she might as well not do it alone!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been in a little bit of a funk lately, and i hate that.&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;can see it around me...i let my house get messy...i feel sleepy all the&lt;br /&gt;time...and i just feel generally uninspired to do much of&lt;br /&gt;anything.&amp;nbsp; this happens from time to time...it might be seasonal&lt;br /&gt;affective disorder, or "the winter blahs"...either way, it sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is nice that i have someone to talk to about it now, but i don't&lt;br /&gt;want to bring her down with my blues...she's in a bit of a funk right&lt;br /&gt;now, too.&amp;nbsp; maybe our connection is stronger than we know!&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;don't know what the root of mine is, but i know it has a lot to do with&lt;br /&gt;my appearance and my job/financial state. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had dropped SO much weight...nearly 70 pounds...and i'm fairly sure&lt;br /&gt;i've gained back about 40-50 of it, and that just sucks.&amp;nbsp; my&lt;br /&gt;clothes are fitting tighter...i can see it in the mirror...and it just&lt;br /&gt;pisses me off that i let this happen again, when i swore that i would&lt;br /&gt;not.&amp;nbsp; but i'm working on it now...becoming more aware of what i'm&lt;br /&gt;eating and stuff, so hopefully i'll start to see results soon.&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;think rebecca is unhappy with her appearance right now, as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i want her to know how beautiful she is...i don't think i tell her that&lt;br /&gt;nearly enough, and i feel bad about that...i never want her to think&lt;br /&gt;that i take her for granted, because i do not.&amp;nbsp; i feel so blessed&lt;br /&gt;that she is in my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work...well, what can i say?&amp;nbsp; it is so up and down...very&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable.&amp;nbsp; unpredictable is not a good thing when it comes to&lt;br /&gt;finances.&amp;nbsp; it seems that i make just enough to get by, and that's&lt;br /&gt;it.&amp;nbsp; it is getting to the point where the negatives about running&lt;br /&gt;this business are outweighing the positives.&amp;nbsp; so, i think i'm&lt;br /&gt;going to set a deadline of April to try and turn this around&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&amp;nbsp; if things are still running at this pace by then, i'm&lt;br /&gt;gonna have to go out and get a "real" job.&amp;nbsp; i won't abandon my&lt;br /&gt;dreams of running a successful business, but they'll have to get&lt;br /&gt;sidetracked for a while.&amp;nbsp; actually, it would probably help move me&lt;br /&gt;towards that goal.&amp;nbsp; i don't know.&amp;nbsp; but we'll see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i should actually do some work now, since i AM at the office.&amp;nbsp; maybe this is why i'm having a hard time?? lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;***a note from the present...i gave myself a deadline of April that year to get things going, but that deadline came and passed...however, in July of that year, I got my job with MSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544613643201243?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544613643201243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544613643201243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544613643201243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544613643201243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2005/01/yeahim-still-here.html' title='.....yeah...i&apos;m still here...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544597832819888</id><published>2004-09-07T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:12:58.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....imagine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It was the beginning and the end of imagination, all at the same time"&lt;br&gt; -historian David McCullough, about the creation of the assembly line (narration in &lt;i&gt;Seabiscuit&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is tuesday night...a tropical depression has set in across eastern&lt;br /&gt;kentucky.&amp;nbsp; it was very strange looking at the weather radar today&lt;br /&gt;and seeing rain coming up &lt;i&gt;from&lt;/i&gt; southeastern kentucky instead of heading down &lt;i&gt;into&lt;/i&gt; it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have a little trouble with the term "tropical depression".&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;if you are in the tropics, how can you be depressed?&amp;nbsp; i think the&lt;br /&gt;only thing that would cause a tropical depression would be running out&lt;br /&gt;of ice for your beer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's just me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had another beautiful weekend with rebecca.&amp;nbsp; the last 3&lt;br /&gt;weekends have been so incredible...willie and bob...families and&lt;br /&gt;dumplings...football and moving furniture. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly feel like the two of us could start a revolution...change the&lt;br /&gt;world...make a difference.&amp;nbsp; we sat together this weekend and&lt;br /&gt;discussed everything, from the joys of red meat, to how we could work&lt;br /&gt;together to promote art in eastern kentucky.&amp;nbsp; i absolutely love&lt;br /&gt;every minute that we get to spend together. my mind and my soul feel&lt;br /&gt;completely alive....and it is a wonderful feeling.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a message on my answering machine from my Granny...she was asking&lt;br /&gt;what a blog was...which means the word is out..she knows!!&amp;nbsp; and&lt;br /&gt;somehow, though it should be technically impossible, she will manage to&lt;br /&gt;find a way to infect my website with a virus. (just kidding,&lt;br /&gt;granny......just don't click on anything!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the movie Seabiscuit tonight.&amp;nbsp; it was a really good&lt;br /&gt;movie, but there was one part in particular that got me thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;at one point, the narrator talks about how workplaces all across the&lt;br /&gt;nation closed early just so people could listen to the big match race&lt;br /&gt;between War Admiral and Seabiscuit.&amp;nbsp; i just thought about that for&lt;br /&gt;a while...a horse race...bringing a whole country together...shutting&lt;br /&gt;down business as usual.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that it was a harder time...the country was trying to fight its&lt;br /&gt;way out of a depression, and hope was pretty scarce...i know that we've&lt;br /&gt;come a long way in so many different areas...but what have we&lt;br /&gt;sacrificed?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids don't play outside after dark anymore...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoons have become so watered down that they don't even make sense...i mean, what the frig is a Pokemon??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cut someone off in traffic, you might get a gun pointed at your&lt;br /&gt;head, instead of a friendly wave that acknowledges that you've done the&lt;br /&gt;same thing yourself...or probably will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time we turn on the television, we either see bad news, or a bad&lt;br /&gt;Applebee's commercial...you know...the ones where they take an old song&lt;br /&gt;and redo it with lyrics that sing the virtues of their food.&amp;nbsp; like&lt;br /&gt;the latest one.."riblets, riblets, riblets...", in the style of the&lt;br /&gt;theme from Rawhide, "rollin', rollin', rollin'."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that really pisses me off...it quite possibly is my biggest pet peeve. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i've gone off on a tangent now...sorry...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just feels like we've lost sight of everything that really&lt;br /&gt;matters.&amp;nbsp; we've sacrificed creativity in favor of "the proven&lt;br /&gt;formula"...if you don't believe me, just turn to Fox.&amp;nbsp; hell, just&lt;br /&gt;turn on your TV this fall.&amp;nbsp; there are THREE versions of CSI...3&lt;br /&gt;versions of Law and Order...and a host of other shows that build on the&lt;br /&gt;same premise...NCIS...Hawaii...Medical Investigator.&amp;nbsp; not that i&lt;br /&gt;don't like these shows...but you have to wonder...what show got the axe&lt;br /&gt;so that we could get CSI: New York??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality shows, which i thought would be a quickly passing fad, dominate&lt;br /&gt;the schedule.&amp;nbsp; again...i don't want to come across like i don't&lt;br /&gt;enjoy some of these shows, because i do.&amp;nbsp; i somehow always manage&lt;br /&gt;to get hooked on Survivor...and who doesn't like watching "The Donald"&lt;br /&gt;tell someone, "You're Fired!".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but last fall, Fox cancelled a fantastic little series called&lt;br /&gt;Wonderfalls on Friday nights, and chose to air a rerun of Temptation&lt;br /&gt;Island in its place.&amp;nbsp; Wonderfalls was well-written...it had a&lt;br /&gt;great little cast that just fit right into their roles...hell, it even&lt;br /&gt;had a lesbian couple, which should've been right up Fox's alley.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but they pulled it...to show a rerun..from a show that is about&lt;br /&gt;tempting couples to cheat on each other.&amp;nbsp; perhaps market research&lt;br /&gt;showed that people with half-a-brain don't stay home on Friday nights.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm complaining about all of this.&amp;nbsp; i guess i&lt;br /&gt;just liked the idea that something as simple as a horse race could&lt;br /&gt;raise everyone's collective spirit across this country.&amp;nbsp; could&lt;br /&gt;rally everyone...bring everyone together...make them dream...or forget&lt;br /&gt;all their troubles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it was only for a couple of minutes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544597832819888?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544597832819888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544597832819888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544597832819888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544597832819888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/09/imagine.html' title='.....imagine...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544593576568411</id><published>2004-09-03T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:12:15.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....he's huge in china...</title><content type='html'>it is very strange. i am having trouble coming up with things to add to&lt;br /&gt;"the spice" category...not because there is a LACK of spice...but&lt;br /&gt;because i think i have become so accustomed to it, i'm having trouble&lt;br /&gt;SPOTTING it!&amp;nbsp; maybe i need special glasses. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today for lunch, we ate at the China King China King restaurant here in&lt;br /&gt;town.&amp;nbsp; I wrote it twice like that, because that is the way it is&lt;br /&gt;written on their sign.&amp;nbsp; anyways...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you enter the CK CK, it isn't very much different than any other&lt;br /&gt;Chinese restaurant. they don't have a lot of pictures or objects on the&lt;br /&gt;walls, but there are a few.&amp;nbsp; one of these has caught my eye each&lt;br /&gt;time we've gone in there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on one of the walls, there is a picture...it is the ONLY picture on&lt;br /&gt;that wall.&amp;nbsp; it is a painting.&amp;nbsp; in that painting, there is a&lt;br /&gt;man.&amp;nbsp; and that man...is Eminem.&amp;nbsp; he is wearing a blue&lt;br /&gt;bandana, and has his shirt slightly unbuttoned.&amp;nbsp; it is sort of a&lt;br /&gt;strange painting anyways...but why it is on the wall of the China King&lt;br /&gt;China King restaurant is the bigger mystery to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music selection at the CK CK is always something, as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today...they were listening to Hall and Oates.&amp;nbsp; It may or may not&lt;br /&gt;have been a greatest hits collection.&amp;nbsp; I did recognize a couple of&lt;br /&gt;songs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder....do THEY like Hall and Oates?&amp;nbsp; or do they think that WE (west libertarians) like Hall and Oates?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to ponder for the weekend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544593576568411?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544588463297185</id><published>2004-08-31T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:11:24.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....2 weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how".Ryan Adams - Wonderwall (originally by Oasis, but this version is way better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't added anything to my blahg in a while, but it definitely&lt;br /&gt;isn't because things have been quiet in my life.&amp;nbsp; actually, the&lt;br /&gt;past 2 weeks have been filled with so many beautiful moments...memories&lt;br /&gt;that will last for a lifetime. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really going to try to get better about keeping this thing&lt;br /&gt;updated...both for my adoring fans (you know who you are!), and for&lt;br /&gt;myself...my life is changing around me every day...and there are&lt;br /&gt;moments that are both beautiful and strange that i want to preserve and&lt;br /&gt;explore.&amp;nbsp; so here's a little synopsis of what's been goin' on with&lt;br /&gt;DAve lately...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend in lexington, there were tater tots and discussions of&lt;br /&gt;family with rebecca at the Parkette Drive-In on a friday night...tears&lt;br /&gt;on our cheeks and pillows at 2am...cigarettes by a window at&lt;br /&gt;3am...protective arms around me on a baseball field saturday&lt;br /&gt;evening...tears in my eyes during the coolest version of "Orange&lt;br /&gt;Blossom Special" i think i've ever heard...willie and bob and rebecca&lt;br /&gt;on a cool summer evening under the stars...familiar transsexuals&lt;br /&gt;leading a voter registration drive in front of the Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;Theater...privately sharing a public place on a sunday&lt;br /&gt;afternoon...cooking dinner and framing post cards...and playing hooky&lt;br /&gt;on a monday morning because the weekend just wasn't long enough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, i got to meet sam, and it was just great.&amp;nbsp; she's a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful girl who deserves more than she is getting right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;we all sat around in my living room...me, beck, sam, and the twelve&lt;br /&gt;pack...discussing how guys really suck sometimes...how love can really&lt;br /&gt;suck sometimes.&amp;nbsp; i feel so incredibly blessed to have rebecca in&lt;br /&gt;my life...to be sharing something so beautiful with someone so&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&amp;nbsp; and i was given an incredible collage that meant more to&lt;br /&gt;me than i will ever be able to express.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past friday evening, beck showed up with a blue mason jar filled&lt;br /&gt;with white roses.&amp;nbsp; it looked incredible...so did she.&amp;nbsp; i find&lt;br /&gt;myself thinking about her so much when she is not around. i think about&lt;br /&gt;her eyes...about our conversations...about all of the completely&lt;br /&gt;encompassing moments that we share...and i just long to have her near&lt;br /&gt;me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked yellow flowers along the roadside on my way home from work for&lt;br /&gt;her, but they were all wilted by the time i got home, and they hadn't&lt;br /&gt;quite recovered by the time she got there...but she loved them&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&amp;nbsp; we had big plans of cooking for the reunion, but a lack&lt;br /&gt;of garlic powder shelved that idea.&amp;nbsp; instead, we sat on the couch&lt;br /&gt;together in the dark, curled up under a blanket, watching a movie...and&lt;br /&gt;it felt great.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i was a little bit nervous on the way to the reunion. but i&lt;br /&gt;was excited, too.&amp;nbsp; we arrived a little bit late, and made quite an&lt;br /&gt;entrance.&amp;nbsp; i know i'm exaggerating it in my mind, but it seemed&lt;br /&gt;that when we arrived, the whole place fell silent and every eye was on&lt;br /&gt;us.&amp;nbsp; then, just as quickly, the conversation resumed.&amp;nbsp; and&lt;br /&gt;from that moment on, everything just felt so right.&amp;nbsp; i loved every&lt;br /&gt;minute of it.&amp;nbsp; i don't think i've ever felt so accepted at my OWN&lt;br /&gt;family reunions...seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got to meet "The Aunts", and they were all as wonderful as&lt;br /&gt;advertised.&amp;nbsp; they were women of both strength and softness, and i&lt;br /&gt;felt an instant connection.&amp;nbsp; i got a hug from one of them, but if&lt;br /&gt;she ever does it again, it means i'm dying.&amp;nbsp; so if i see her&lt;br /&gt;coming towards me with arms open, i'm running.&amp;nbsp; i was a little bit&lt;br /&gt;nervous about meeting rebecca's brother...afraid he might be very&lt;br /&gt;"brotherly" and protective...like i would probably be...but he was all&lt;br /&gt;smiles.&amp;nbsp; actually, he seemed almost on the verge of&lt;br /&gt;laughter.&amp;nbsp; that may have been due to the fact that before beck and&lt;br /&gt;i got there, one of "The Aunts" told him i was pushing 400 pounds, only&lt;br /&gt;had 1 tooth, and she thought it was fake.&amp;nbsp; i love it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her Terri-able cousin kept me laughing all day long.&amp;nbsp; i kept&lt;br /&gt;hearing bits and pieces about owensboro and a concert and nudity, but i&lt;br /&gt;never quite got it all put together.&amp;nbsp; i think i need the details&lt;br /&gt;of that adventure.&amp;nbsp; i promise not to post them here...really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was most nervous about meeting rebecca's dad.&amp;nbsp; i was really&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to meeting him, but i was still nervous.&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;thought about having a daughter of my own and meeting a man that is&lt;br /&gt;important to her...a man she is in love with.&amp;nbsp; how maybe i'd feel&lt;br /&gt;like she didn't need me as much anymore, even though i'd know she still&lt;br /&gt;loves me and needs me as much as ever.&amp;nbsp; i just wanted so badly to&lt;br /&gt;tell him how much i love his daughter...how i&lt;br /&gt;have her best interests at heart and will never do anything to hurt&lt;br /&gt;her...how precious she is to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't really talk very much, but i still felt like everything was&lt;br /&gt;ok.&amp;nbsp; somehow, i think we understood each other....that maybe the&lt;br /&gt;two of us are a lot alike in our ability to get a feeling about someone&lt;br /&gt;by just being around them...that words aren't always necessary. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got to meet her mamaw, and i felt completely honored to be&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the table with her... eating the chicken and dumplings that&lt;br /&gt;she'd made, the likes of which you just can't get anymore...made with&lt;br /&gt;"real chicken". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just didn't expect to feel so comfortable...so accepted...and i loved&lt;br /&gt;every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; to meet the people that have shaped the life&lt;br /&gt;of the woman i'm so in love with was just an incredible&lt;br /&gt;experience...one i will remember forever.&amp;nbsp; and i look forward to&lt;br /&gt;seeing them all again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that evening, rebecca and i drove up to put my sister's horse back in&lt;br /&gt;the barn. on the way back to the house, rebecca suggested we just keep&lt;br /&gt;driving for a while, which was perfect.&amp;nbsp; as we rounded the curve&lt;br /&gt;above my house, the moon was just hanging right above the hillside, and&lt;br /&gt;it was breathtaking.&amp;nbsp; we drove for a while...listening to&lt;br /&gt;music...and just holding on to each other.&amp;nbsp; it felt absolutely&lt;br /&gt;incredible.&amp;nbsp; when we got back home, we spread a blanket in the&lt;br /&gt;yard and watched a storm roll in.&amp;nbsp; at one point, someone drove by,&lt;br /&gt;and we wondered if the people in the car saw us, and if maybe one of&lt;br /&gt;them turned to the other and said, "why don't &lt;i&gt;WE&lt;/i&gt; ever get a blanket and just lay in the yard?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i liked that thought.&amp;nbsp; that maybe we inspired someone to go&lt;br /&gt;home, grab a blanket, and hold each other in the yard while the clouds&lt;br /&gt;crept closer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, we watched one of the funniest movies i have ever&lt;br /&gt;seen.&amp;nbsp; "Bad Santa".&amp;nbsp; we both laughed uncontrollably from&lt;br /&gt;start to finish.&amp;nbsp; it felt so incredible to be able to share that&lt;br /&gt;experience...laying beside each other, laughing until we hurt.&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;know it may sound strange...talking about sharing a connection while&lt;br /&gt;watching a movie that may have set a record for the most curse words&lt;br /&gt;ever said within a 90 minute period...but there was a comfort in it&lt;br /&gt;that was just absolutely amazing and overwhelming.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, we had dinner with my mom and sister, and it felt just as&lt;br /&gt;comfortable as when i met her family.&amp;nbsp; there were moments when&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't get close enough to rebecca.&amp;nbsp; everything just felt so right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photo albums were also dragged out.&amp;nbsp; i put up a little&lt;br /&gt;resistance, just for show...i really wanted to look at them, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;there are some great pictures of my dad when he was younger.&amp;nbsp; i&lt;br /&gt;think this may have been the first time i've looked at these photo&lt;br /&gt;albums since he died.&amp;nbsp; i felt a sharp pain of missing him, but i&lt;br /&gt;also felt a closeness to him that i hadn't felt in a while.&amp;nbsp; it felt really good to share them with rebecca.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday evening, eric came up for Guardrail practice, but before we&lt;br /&gt;could get started, his wife, Shelley, showed up.&amp;nbsp; she'd had a bad&lt;br /&gt;day and was upset.&amp;nbsp; we were sitting outside on the porch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;she went inside to use the bathroom, and when she came back outside,&lt;br /&gt;she asked where the beautiful flowers inside came from.&amp;nbsp; i told&lt;br /&gt;her that rebecca brought me the white roses, and that i'd picked the&lt;br /&gt;yellow flowers for rebecca.&amp;nbsp; there was silence for a second, and&lt;br /&gt;then she wanted to know why eric never stopped and picked &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; any flowers like he used to.&amp;nbsp; he didn't really have an answer for her.&amp;nbsp; he said that he'd never &lt;i&gt;picked&lt;/i&gt; her any flowers, anyways.&amp;nbsp; he &lt;i&gt;bought &lt;/i&gt;them&lt;br /&gt;for her.&amp;nbsp; so then she wanted to know why he stopped buying them&lt;br /&gt;for her.&amp;nbsp; he didn't really have an answer for that one,&lt;br /&gt;either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i was hoping was that Eric would ask her why she never gives &lt;i&gt;HIM&lt;/i&gt; any flowers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what her answer would have been.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544588463297185?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544588463297185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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a beautiful thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&amp;quot;Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.&amp;quot;-Ricky Fitts, American Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there is so much in my heart...i have no idea how to put it into words. i&lt;br /&gt;   feel like i could just start writing, pouring out everything that is in my&lt;br /&gt;   brain, but it would be an incoherent mix of words and phrases, meaningful&lt;br /&gt;   only to me. i've tried writing poetry over the past few weeks, but i'm just&lt;br /&gt;   not ready to share it yet. i'm still afraid at times to share the things i&lt;br /&gt;   create...not a good characteristic for a web designer. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i've never wanted to create so badly in all my life as i do right now.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i have never been so inspired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Rebecca is my muse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have always found&lt;br /&gt;     beauty in this world, where others may not have seen it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things have never been so clear to me...so beautiful...the way they are now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, as i passed the funeral home in town, they had the orange cones&lt;br /&gt;   out by the road, which means '&lt;i&gt;funeral in progress...turn&lt;br /&gt;   your music down as you drive by&lt;/i&gt;.' i saw an older lady standing by the&lt;br /&gt;   road. her hair was straight and came down far below her shoulders...almost&lt;br /&gt;   to her waist. right on the top of her head, her hair  was white..white as&lt;br /&gt;   snow...all the way down to about her ears..and from there on down it was brown.&lt;br /&gt;   i don't know if it was made by God or Clairol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she was talking to a man that was&lt;br /&gt;     dressed in faded denim from head to toe. and they smiled as they talked.&lt;br /&gt;   maybe sharing a funny memory of the person at rest inside the funeral home...she&lt;br /&gt;     may have been telling a funny story about how her 'beatle' hound chased&lt;br /&gt;   his tail around and around for 30 minutes last night...or they may have been&lt;br /&gt;   humorously dismissing the scientists that insist global warming is taking&lt;br /&gt;   place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just smiled as i drove by...knowing that an outsider might look at those&lt;br /&gt;   2 people and dismiss them as simple..or hillbillies...or worse. but they don't&lt;br /&gt;   know us..how beautiful we are. how so many of us can create amazing things,&lt;br /&gt;   both with our hands and our minds. i thought about how that man and woman&lt;br /&gt;   by the roadside might be seen as 'artsy' or 'cutting edge' in a big city somewhere...or&lt;br /&gt;simply not noticed at all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm not sure i would have even noticed before. maybe once i would have...several&lt;br /&gt;   years ago...but i'm not sure. over the past 10 years or so, my ability to&lt;br /&gt;   see the beautiful things in this world has been diminished...taken away, piece&lt;br /&gt;   by piece...by people that i thought i knew...by events i never imagined would&lt;br /&gt;   happen...i mean, it was still there, but it had really gone into hiding. i&lt;br /&gt;   was afraid to share it with anyone...afraid of losing it all completely...forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;moving&lt;br /&gt;     back to west liberty opened the door to that part of me again, and it felt&lt;br /&gt; ok to let it start to show again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; still, i was so afraid to just&lt;br /&gt;lay it all out there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to speak with my heart, as much as with my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;until&lt;br /&gt;  i met Rebecca.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; beauty...i did not know that it could exist on every level...could&lt;br /&gt;   so completely be embodied in one person...that i could be so completely wrapped&lt;br /&gt;   in it that i can physically &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she arrives at my house saturday, and i cannot wait to touch&lt;br /&gt;   her...to feel her lips on mine...to look into her eyes and just hold her as&lt;br /&gt;   close to me as i can.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we sit on the couch...conversations of Chicken and Dumplings and God...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and&lt;br /&gt;   i think we both feel that one is not far removed from the other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she plays the guitar and sings for me...my heart can hardly contain my emotions...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i&lt;br /&gt;   have never known beauty like this...love like this...&lt;br /&gt;   i have to reach out and&lt;br /&gt;   touch her leg...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to feel her...to know she is real.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we eat a pint of Cherry Garcia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;...is beauty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there were a million other beautiful moments this weekend...pieces&lt;br /&gt;   of time, wrapped completely in perfection...and i wanted to hold on to each&lt;br /&gt;   one and share it forever with her...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but i  know, with&lt;br /&gt;     Rebecca, &lt;br /&gt; there will be millions more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and that, to me, is just a beautiful, beautiful thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544572631560514?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544572631560514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544572631560514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544572631560514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544572631560514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-beautiful-thing.html' title='.....it&apos;s a beautiful thing...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544578780320909</id><published>2004-08-10T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:09:47.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....guitars and medicabs...</title><content type='html'>"I haven't slept for ten days, because that would be too long."&lt;br&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Mitch Hedberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....lessons from the pawn shop...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went into the pawn shop downtown to look at bass guitars with&lt;br /&gt;eric. neither of us play bass, but we've decided that we need to buy&lt;br /&gt;one, because our sound just isn't coming together without it. as we&lt;br /&gt;were walking out of the guitar section, a very large man, with his&lt;br /&gt;shirt unbuttoned all the way down (and no undershirt), asked us if we&lt;br /&gt;pick a lot.&amp;nbsp; eric said no.&amp;nbsp; then he backtracked and said,&lt;br /&gt;"well, i pick a lot...i'm just not any good."&amp;nbsp; the man looked at&lt;br /&gt;eric and said, "you know what the key to picking good is?".&amp;nbsp; eric&lt;br /&gt;said no.&amp;nbsp; the man replied, "confidence. without confidence, you'll&lt;br /&gt;never be able to play good.".&amp;nbsp; i loved it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....frenchburg...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to mt. sterling tonight, as we passed through frenchburg, i&lt;br /&gt;saw a gas station that was advertising gas for 78 cents per&lt;br /&gt;LITER.&amp;nbsp; apparently frenchburg is on the metric system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...FRENCHburg...i think i see it now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before we got into frenchburg, we were behind a MediCab that&lt;br /&gt;turned off.&amp;nbsp; as we passed it, i noticed on the door of the car it&lt;br /&gt;said, "were going places"&amp;nbsp; not &lt;i&gt;we're&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;b&gt;WERE&lt;/b&gt;. i'm not sure if they couldn't spring for the apostrophe, or if they &lt;i&gt;WERE&lt;/i&gt; going places, but have since decided that they are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544578780320909?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544578780320909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544578780320909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544578780320909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544578780320909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/08/guitars-and-medicabs.html' title='.....guitars and medicabs...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544565290746782</id><published>2004-08-02T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:07:32.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....you belong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;let me carry you away&lt;br&gt;let me wake you every morning&lt;br&gt;let me wander every day&lt;br&gt;beside you&lt;br&gt;-lyrics from &lt;i&gt;You Dance&lt;/i&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.eastmountainsouth.com/" target="_blank"&gt;eastmountainsouth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the front porch. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers and hearts intertwined.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is beautiful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon shines brightly, adding to the glow already on our faces.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her eyes.....my god, her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around us, the air is foggy, but my head is clear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words circle inside...love...goddess...perfection...lifetime...fate. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot get close enough to her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay there...forever...inside that moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never known this before...did not realize i was capable of feeling so much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she takes everything that i am, and holds it so gently next to her heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt safe before...this is all new.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many walls, put up to protect, now lie crumbled...eroding...washing away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to protect her...i want her to know that i will hold so carefully everything that she gives me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is as precious to me as air.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk the beach with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand on a mountain together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move to tuscany with her...she'll paint and write poetry...i'll work in&lt;br /&gt;a kitchen and play drums in a jazz band...we'll make enough to drink&lt;br /&gt;wine and rent a small house from a local farmer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;build a house on a hill in grassy creek...i'll learn to play guitar and&lt;br /&gt;sing songs to her...she'll make blackberry wine and tie-dyed&lt;br /&gt;dresses...we'll eat green beans, tomatoes, and cornbread...she'll try&lt;br /&gt;to tackle me in the mud.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll share all that is beautiful in this world and all that is not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll sit under the stars...glowing in the moonlight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;souls and lives intertwined.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the front porch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544565290746782?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544565290746782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544565290746782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544565290746782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544565290746782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-belong.html' title='.....you belong...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544556156087423</id><published>2004-07-31T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:06:01.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....my inspiration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You have lifted my very soul up into the light of your soul, and I am not ever likely to mistake it for the common daylight." --Elizabeth Barret, English poet, to Robert Browning, her future husband and fellow poet, August 17th, 1846&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....about Rebecca...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i want to say about her and yet i don't know&lt;br /&gt;where to start.&amp;nbsp; and although i want the whole world to know about&lt;br /&gt;her and how much better my life is just by her being in it, a part of&lt;br /&gt;me wants to keep it all a secret...to keep it my own for just a while&lt;br /&gt;longer. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;in the past, i've tried to sell my friends, my family, and&lt;br /&gt;myself on whomever i was seeing...trying to talk up all the things that&lt;br /&gt;were just so damn great about the person i was with.&amp;nbsp; i didn't&lt;br /&gt;realize at the time what it was that i was doing...trying to make&lt;br /&gt;myself feel something that wasn't there...but i see it now...so clearly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't find that need with Rebecca.&amp;nbsp; there is no cause to try and&lt;br /&gt;convince anyone of anything.&amp;nbsp; my head was convinced the first time&lt;br /&gt;we spoke, and my heart was convinced the first time she took my&lt;br /&gt;hand.&amp;nbsp; when anyone asks how our date went, i simply respond, "it&lt;br /&gt;was very nice.&amp;nbsp; just perfect.".&amp;nbsp; i've never been able to say&lt;br /&gt;so much by saying so little.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always felt that i had so much in my heart to offer to someone,&lt;br /&gt;but i've never felt comfortable or safe enough with anyone to give it&lt;br /&gt;all to them.&amp;nbsp; i've offered pieces...glimpses...enough to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;them.&amp;nbsp; but not enough to make myself vulnerable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Rebecca, i want to give her everything...i want to share with her&lt;br /&gt;all of the things that have made me who i am...and i want to share with&lt;br /&gt;her all of the things that are yet to come.&amp;nbsp; she makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;safe.&amp;nbsp; she tells me that i am beautiful, and i believe her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;she touches my face and stares into my eyes in a way that just puts my&lt;br /&gt;soul at ease.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want everything that she is...everything that makes her&lt;br /&gt;smile...everything that makes her cry.&amp;nbsp; i want to pull her close&lt;br /&gt;to me and never let go again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look into her eyes, i know it is not the first time we have been&lt;br /&gt;together.&amp;nbsp; somewhere...sometime...our hearts have met&lt;br /&gt;before.&amp;nbsp; it is as if my soul has been missing her...and is happy&lt;br /&gt;to have found her again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about her is beautiful and magical.&amp;nbsp; i try to tell her&lt;br /&gt;this, but i still just can't find the words that can express it to her&lt;br /&gt;the way it needs to be said.&amp;nbsp; lines from movies come into my&lt;br /&gt;head...and they so perfectly capture what i might be trying to&lt;br /&gt;express...and i hate that i have to turn to a movie for the words to&lt;br /&gt;say.&amp;nbsp; i told her that wednesday night, and it just tickled&lt;br /&gt;her.&amp;nbsp; i love her laugh...i could live inside it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she can move me to tears with her words and her touch...and she can have me rolling with laughter in seconds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she inspires me to take photographs of sunflowers and thistles. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she stirs emotions and words in my head.&amp;nbsp; (i've written some of them down, but i'm not quite ready to share them yet.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she holds my face in her hands, and everything else in the world seems to disappear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she laughs at my stories that have no endings.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she likes my cornbread.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....she makes me want to be a better man...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca deserves everything that is beautiful and good in this world, and i want to give it all to her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to lay my head in her lap while she reads poetry to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to write poetry to her...i want to tell her everything that is&lt;br /&gt;in my heart...i want her to know how precious she is to me and how&lt;br /&gt;blessed i feel that she is in my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she will let me, i will spend the rest of my life trying to show her&lt;br /&gt;just how much i love her.....but i don't know if one lifetime will be&lt;br /&gt;enough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://madcackler.homestead.com"&gt;&lt;img src="images/rs_sp3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&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;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;all these unspoken somethings&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;a href="http://madcackler.homestead.com"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544556156087423?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544556156087423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544556156087423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544556156087423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544556156087423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-inspiration.html' title='.....my inspiration...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544547133418726</id><published>2004-07-21T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:04:31.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.....so incredible...</title><content type='html'>i haven't entered anything in here in a very long time, but things have been anything but quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have met the most special and most wonderful person i have ever known.  she is beautiful, and i feel completely blessed to have her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i moved back to west liberty, people were trying to fix me up on dates...i guess because they figured, "hey..single guy...32 years old...he MUST want a date!! we need to find him one!! nobody wants to be alone!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe no one WANTS to be alone, but i was ok with it.  i would rather be alone and be happy than be with someone i don't care about and be miserable.  i found something once that i really liked, and i truly believe in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't settle for the one you can live with...wait for the one you can't live without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've figured out how to be happy and alone...i'm good at it.  but i still wondered if maybe there was someone out there that would just complete me...make me feel whole....someone i couldn't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out, there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544547133418726?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544530594995030</id><published>2004-05-31T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:01:45.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to say...</title><content type='html'>it has been a long weekend, and a very wet one. tonight, i'm too tired to type very much, and the storms have been wreaking havoc on everything around here. but i did want to add something. sometimes, a song will just capture my mood, good or bad, and just totally enhance it. today, this has been the one that just grabbed me and wouldn't let go, so i'll let this be my entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Into the Mystic" - Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;We were born before the wind&lt;br /&gt;Also younger than the sun&lt;br /&gt;Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;Hark, now hear the sailors cry&lt;br /&gt;Smell the sea and feel the sky&lt;br /&gt;Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home&lt;br /&gt;And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to fear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to rock your gypsy soul&lt;br /&gt;Just like way back in the days of old&lt;br /&gt;And magnificently we will flow into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home&lt;br /&gt;And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to fear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to rock your gypsy soul&lt;br /&gt;Just like way back in the days of old&lt;br /&gt;And together we will flow into the mystic&lt;br /&gt;Come on girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to stop now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544519168123189</id><published>2004-05-28T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:59:51.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early entry today...</title><content type='html'>"i'm not addicted to blackjack, i'm addicted to sitting in a semi-circle." -Mitch Hedberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; doing my entry a little early today. i'm heading out of town this evening, and won't be back until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend chris is getting married next weekend, so this is "bachelor party 2: the police record". part 1 was the race at martinsville. only 5 of us tonight. it is actually a combo-party for chris and another friend, darren. he is getting married in about 3 weeks. i swear..by the end of this summer, i'm going to be the only single person in west liberty! definitely the summer of love, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was nice. even though i got almost NO work done, i got to spend some time with my friend eric. helped him out with his pc a little and stayed over for dinner. we sat out on the porch and had a few beers and some good food. ...and then the storms started rolling in. i have NEVER seen lightning like that. it was so incredible. it just kept tracing out these intricate patterns across the sky. the amazing thing is that the center of the storm was around mt. sterling at the time, but the lightning was reaching all the way over here. just incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came on home and shut down and unplugged everything. i was going to sit on the porch and watch it all roll in, but chris called and said his dad thought i should come over and wait it out in their basement with them. at first, i didn't want to, but he lured me with the promise of beer. and since i was out, i decided to take my storm watching elsewhere. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris' dad is pretty freaked out about storms, though, so it made him nervous that we were outside watching the lightning, and he told us to come inside. it was funny...i felt like we were 10 years old. then there was no beer. bummer. we just sorta watched tv and listened to it blow over. it didn't really get that bad here. there was a tree down in the road when i came back home, but not much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i missed a good opportunity to sit out on my porch and try my new pipe last night. i picked it up in lexington wednesday. it is kind of like the one Aragorn smoked in the LOTR movies. the guy at the tobacco place told me it was called a churchwarden. said they were getting popular again. i'm guessing because of the movies. so many geeks like myself out there...makes me happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy showed me this pipe and said, "that's a good one, if you are looking for a short smoke." ...i heard, "that is a good pipe, if you are wanting one for smoking weed." i'm fairly sure that is what he meant. he looked like he had smoked a few bowls in his day. i got some tobacco that smelled pretty good, and was supposed to be "not too mild, not too harsh". i tried a little of it yesterday, and it was pretty nice. now all i need is a sword, and a horse, and a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that should pretty much ensure i never get a date EVER again...it would certainly thin out the prospective candidates. lol... if i just went ahead and started playing dungeons and dragons, i'd say that should narrow 'er on down even more. i don't think those people ever emerge in daylight though, so we'll probably never cross paths. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that i will have much more to write in here tomorrow. hopefully someone will win a lot of money at the riverboat and decide to give me some, too! =) i really suck at gambling. i like to play blackjack, though. i usually only allow myself like 20 bucks for gambling, and i run through that pretty quick. then i just sit and drink the cheap drinks while i "people watch". there are definitely some people with some stories to be told inside those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that when people go to gamble on the riverboat, they should have to put on costumes from the 1800's. BUT...all of the men should have to dress up like mark twain. that would be really cool, just walking around a riverboat filled with mark twains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think it would be cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544519168123189?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544519168123189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544519168123189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544519168123189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544519168123189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/05/early-entry-today.html' title='Early entry today...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544506237460247</id><published>2004-05-26T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:57:42.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shit about me...</title><content type='html'>05.26.2004 | 12:56am&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, if i'm in my car and something strange happens, i'll turn my head slightly to the side, with a confused look on my face, as if i'm staring into the invisible camera that is filming my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a geologist, but i know very little about gemstones...and that doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like tie-dye shit, but i don't own any. i had one really cool shirt once...from a diner in kill devil hills, north carolina. it said "eat and get the hell out!". i liked that shirt. i think my ex-girlfriend took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i'll be having a dream, and it is way cooler than my actual life...and then i wake up...look around the room...and i'm like, "shit!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i leave my porch light on for a while. it draws little millers and moths up to the porch, and they seem to be everywhere. in the morning, they are all gone. where the hell do moths spend their afternoons? (ok..that isn't really about ME...but it is something that i think about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss kissing. that is one of my favorite things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate spiders. last night, a huge spider crawled up beside me on the floor. i was barefoot, so i threw a little board down on top of it and stomped on it. what i didn't know was that the board had a nail sticking out of it. it was the head of the nail, but it really hurt anyway. i think that was an example of kharma equalling itself out on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sleepy. i'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544506237460247?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544506237460247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544506237460247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544506237460247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544506237460247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/05/shit-about-me.html' title='shit about me...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544538429534618</id><published>2004-05-26T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:03:04.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired....</title><content type='html'>ok, this is my entry for the 26th, although it is now the 27th...but it is still the 26th SOMEWHERE, right? RIGHT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is almost 2am. i just got back from lexington. paul and i did our last web design course tonight at the small business development center. if my friend jason was here, he would ask me, "is the CENTER small, or are the BUSINESSES small?". good ol' jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe he is getting married this summer. can't believe the damn wedding is like 17 hours away from here! no damn way i'm driving 17 hours to see a damn wedding (have i said DAMN enough?). but i can't decide which is worse...driving that far or paying almost $300 for a plane ticket to watch a WEDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not anti-wedding or marriage. but i just have such a different idea of how this will go down with me, if it ever DOES go with me. we'll be lying in the bed, talking about weddings and marriage and how we've both always just pictured that we'd run off to vegas. we'd both get really quiet for a second, look at each other, and just jump out of the bed and go! maybe we'd have a "family" version later on, so that we'll still get invited to family reunions...hell, if one of us can cook good chicken 'n dumplings, we won't even have to go to THOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i just base family independence on chicken and dumplings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll ever type the word "dumplings" again. i already hate saying it. it is one of those strange words that if you say it over and over, it starts to sound like it isn't even a real word. kind of like "slacks", or "frothy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get up in the morning, i fully expect to look out across the bottom in front of my house and see a newly formed lake. it has come down like pouring piss out of a boot today. actually, i've never poured piss out of a boot, so i'm not sure if that is an appropriate description or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, if i notice pairs of animals hanging out together over the next few days, i'm heading for higher ground. wonder if you can pick up an ark at wal mart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a great site today. i was looking for a t-shirt that says "i'm what willis was talkin' about", and found it on www.tshirthell.com they had some really funny shirts, but i'm not sure where you'd wear most of them. i can't really see myself rolling up to the freezer fresh with a "WWJD for a klondike bar" shirt on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some email from 1969 tonight. apparently, monserrate wilkins was selling viagra way back then, but his emails are just now making it out. i bet he is PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also had an email from becky when i got back, and it just made my night. she is my muse for actually getting back into working on this site. if you are reading this, i just want to say, "thank you"....and i'm getting ready to respond to your email. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think that about does it for tonight. oh...nope.. one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a month ago, i had convinced myself that i had attention defecit disorder. pretty much since i was a sophomore in high school, i haven't been able to focus. when i read a book, a lot of times i'll get to the bottom of the page, and i'm like, "what the hell did i just read?", because 2,347 thoughts were bouncing around inside my head while i was reading. it was the same all through college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just got to the point recently that i decided it was time to take action about it. my mom was convinced it was ADD. i took the little online test, and it pretty much said, "yeah...you gots it!". so, i got some samples of strattera to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty anti-medicine. i haven't always been that way, but over the past 10 years or so, i've just lost faith in it. i can't believe i'm going to type this, but that is what this blog shit is for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i feel sick...maybe a headache, or i feel sick to my stomach...i will put my hand on the spot where it feels bad, and focus on trying to make it not feel bad anymore....ok...now that i've typed that, i am really wanting to go back and delete it! but i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sometimes it seems to actually help! my dad was a healer, at least when he was younger. i never got to talk to him about how he did it. i never talked to him about a lot of things i wish i had. but this ADD, or whatever...i just couldn't shake it. i couldn't focus on work. i'd sit down to start something, and 20 minutes later i'd be off doing something else. i told paul, i'm REALLY good at getting something rolling...it is the FINISHING that i have trouble with. i think i just need to be an idea guy somewhere. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started taking this medicine. and for the first day or so, it seemed like maybe it was working. when i'd start something, i would really stay on task. the funny thing is that the medicine really has no way to control WHAT you focus on. so if i started just randomly surfing the internet, i might get caught up in that for HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the month has passed, the effectiveness of it seems to have started to fade. also, i started to forget to take it regularly (maybe that had something to do with the drop off in performance!). anyway, a few days ago i completely forgot to take it. so i've decided that i'm going to stop taking it completely. looking back on when i started it, i think i was just particularly stressed out. the moving, business, and all that "real life" crap that i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is part of life. the stress. the anxiety. the good AND the bad. besides...i don't think i have ADD...i'm just a dangerous mixture of procrastinator and slacker. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i'm not going to put off going to bed. i'm zapped. good night! i'll leave you with this, from mitch hedberg. i think i'll try to incorporate a little piece of his humor every time i write one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i had a job interview at an insurance company once, and the lady said, "where do you see yourself in five years?", and i said, "celebrating the fifth year anniversary of you asking me this question!""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544538429534618?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544538429534618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544538429534618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544538429534618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544538429534618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-tired.html' title='so tired....'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544499261596411</id><published>2004-05-26T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:56:32.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey...2 days in a row!</title><content type='html'>today was a pretty good one. still didn't get very much accomplished. too tired from sitting in the barn last night with my sister waiting on a baby horse that never came. i think she just ate too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to plant about half the vegetables that have been on my porch for a week. i'll try to get the other half thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a counting crows/wallflowers mood tonight. not sure why. i had a really good day. found out that i'll probably be moving the office out of the house and into the UK Regional Technology Center in town, and doing their site for them. Sometimes I do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met (well, an online meeting) a great soul last night. i mentioned her site yesterday. i'd like to put a link to it in here, but i want to see if that is ok with her, first. it did my heart good to find out that there are people like her out there. sometimes, it seems like i'm surrounded by robots. i mean, my friends aren't robots. they are great. but, in the search for that "someone", it can get pretty frustrating feeling like there is no one out there that thinks about shit the way i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how things will go, or if we'll ever even chat again. i really hope so. she was completely cool. but it does give me hope...and scares me at the same time. i mean, i don't think that girls like her come along every day. i've met ONE other girl this cool before...and she is marrying one of my best friends in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not every girl likes to play in mud, dance in the rain, go fishing, drink beers...not every girl understands what it is like to sometimes just need to be sad for a while, or what it is like to sometimes feel like your life is a movie. i wonder how many ARE out there?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was very stormy for a while. after planting my weak-ass little plants and taking a shower, i made some dinner. grilled some corn...first time i've tried that. very good. after dinner, i sat on the porch in my rocking chair, drank a beer, smoked a camel, and watched the storm roll over the hill towards my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i had a camera that i could have just pointed in that direction and then opened the shutter for like 10 minutes. the sky was amazing, and the lightning bugs were going crazy. i could kind of see the picture in my head. it was cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want a camera, but i'm so afraid that my foray into photography will end like most of my ideas...collecting dust on the shelf. but i think this would be different. i've always loved taking pictures, but i've never had the right equipment. i think it would inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the comedian mitch hedberg...SOOOO funny. in one of his routines, he talks about doing standup. how you have to start off strong, and end strong...those are the 2 key elements. he said, "you can't be like pancakes...all exciting at first, but by the end, you're fucking sick of 'em!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i do is like eating pancakes. what a way to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it is 12:40. i am so tired. long day tomorrow. bed soon. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544499261596411?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544499261596411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544499261596411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544499261596411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544499261596411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/05/hey2-days-in-row.html' title='hey...2 days in a row!'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544482529383542</id><published>2004-05-25T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:53:45.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my first chip related incident...</title><content type='html'>recently, i ordered some plants from the internet (no...not THAT kind of plant!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hadn't heard anything back about my order, and i sat down this morning to write an email to them. i just wanted to make sure they got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had typed about 2 lines, and i heard a horn honking outside. it was the postman. he had a package that was too big for the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you 3 guesses what it was. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, it says in big letters on top of the box, "Krackin Premium Plants", and then i came outside to get it from the mailman wearing a Black Crowes t-shirt with 2 crows on the front smoking joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if he had any thoughts about what might be inside that box? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544482529383542?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544482529383542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544482529383542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544482529383542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544482529383542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-first-chip-related-incident.html' title='my first chip related incident...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544471593246663</id><published>2004-05-24T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:51:55.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...i really suck at this</title><content type='html'>well, apparently that last attempt at keeping up with this thing that i made 3 weeks ago didn't quite take. i think about stuff i'd like to write everyday, but i never actually sit down and do it. story of my life, up 'till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten better about some things, but i'm still a work in progress on many others...and i probably always will be. the one thing i'm most proud of is that i've actually been getting outside and doing work around the house lately. living in lexington, i didn't really ever have to do that. i was definitely becoming the overweight, ghost-white, computer geek stereotype. but being back here has inspired me to do more...to live more. i'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is my inspiration for writing here today? well, i got an email this morning from someone i met online. she included a link to her site, and i was totally fascinated. (if you're reading this, becky, your site is great). she has a wonderful way of expressing herself, both in her writing and her artwork. i lingered on the site far longer than i should have (i have so much work i'm behind on). anyways, she really inspired me to get back in here and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to write, but i don't take the time to do it as often as i should. i've been getting good feedback from family and friends, though, about my writing at morganminute.com, and that makes me feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also added a "chip related incident" today. i guess i should explain the "chip theory"...but i won't....just yet. soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...time for lunch, writing back to becky, and then working....and probably about 17 other unscheduled things in between all of those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544471593246663?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544471593246663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544471593246663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544471593246663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544471593246663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/05/oki-really-suck-at-this.html' title='ok...i really suck at this'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544466629912698</id><published>2004-05-03T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:52:49.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...let's try this again...</title><content type='html'>it is now 5:09 pm, monday may 3rd, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i know that said it when i started this damn thing, but this time i'm really gonna make an effort to keep this thing going. unfortunately, right after i got this thing set up back in january, i had to start getting ready for my move out of lexington and to west liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm all settled in now (even though i've still got shit in boxes everywhere!) so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my mom's birthday. she still isn't feeling too good. my sister took her to visit with my aunt for the day, so that is nice. hope they have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to go to mom's to sit and wait on a package from Fedex that was arriving today. when the package showed up, it was this sexy driver that delivered a package to me last week at MY home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came outside, she recognized me and said, "so are you here AND out on 705?" i told her it was my mom's birthday and she wanted a day on the town, so i came over to wait on the package. she is definitely cute. she is probably a little older than i am...but sexy. very cool that she remembered me. she may have even given me a little smile...not sure about that part, though. =) "Dear Penthouse..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a hard time sleeping last night. i'm still sore from a day of drinking and volleyball playing on Derby Day. in addition, i watched the Sopranos right before bed, and i was in a semi-conscious dream state all night long, and most of it involved me being in a mafia family. it was very disturbing at times! the worst part was that it wore me out...i tossed and turned until almost 6 this morning before finally falling asleep. when the alarm went off at 8, i could barely move! crazy fucking night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in addition, i had a dream about my life last night. the damnable misery of it was that my dream life was better than my REAL life! it was one of those dreams where you wake up and it takes a second or 2 to sink in that you've just been dreaming...then you're like, "shit!! no!". i met like the perfect girl, we were in love, and even in the dream, it felt like nothing i've ever experienced in a relationship. i was like, "ah! this is what true love feels like! i've finally found it!" then POOF! you are awake. fuck that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still sometimes dream about "thegirl" from time to time. she seems to somehow always slip into my mind and my dreams. i'm not sure that it was her in my dream last night, but i think it was maybe the IDEA of her. i really don't know. damn it all to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544466629912698?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544466629912698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544466629912698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544466629912698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544466629912698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/05/oklets-try-this-again.html' title='Ok...let&apos;s try this again...'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26617212.post-115544452139583623</id><published>2004-01-13T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:48:41.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my first REAL entry..</title><content type='html'>well, today is my first real blahg entry. i know that no one in the world will ever find and read this, but what the hell, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked at home today. we don't have internet access at the office anymore, so i sorta have to. i've been home for like 2 weeks now. i keep thinking about the move home. i'm going to see a house tomrrow. i'm hoping it is going to be great, but for some reason i don't feel like it is going to be what i'm looking for. i realize that it is only going to be a temporary solution until i can build or buy something, but that is likely a year or 2 away, so i need to like it while i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just afraid it isn't going to be big enough. also afraid it won't have washer/dryer hookups. no dsl right now, but it is supposed to be available by april. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just sitting here and thinking how cool it is that right now, that little fucking rover is on mars cutting its cable, and getting ready to start moving around, and we are like 40 million miles away..nowhere near that little thing. i don't know...i just think that it is good to sometimes actually stop and take a look at what is going on around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i play this game where i'm driving to work or around town, and i try to imagine that i've never seen any of this before. like lexington is new to me. to make it feel like it does when i actually DO see a new town. sometimes, i'm actually able to do it. to feel like a visitor in a new place. basically, i've been trying to use that same approach to what is happening with the mars rover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in a world where we can't tell what is real and what is not in a movie anymore. everything is assumed. if we don't have it, we soon will. we just haven't decided that we NEED it yet. but we could do it if we wanted to. living in a world like this...it is hard to appreciate great things when they happen. everyone thinks it is no big deal. in some ways, i think that after we landed on the moon, the dreamer in all of us sort of died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nowhere left to explore. we'd been to space, and now we had conquered the moon. what is left? what can impress after something like that? the funny thing is, growing up, i had no idea that we had been to the moon more than once. NONE. i didn't know it until the movie Apollo 13 came out. no one ever bothered to mention it. we've been to the moon...yadda yadda yadda. that's it! that is how unimportant it became to everyone. nevermind what an amazing feat it was that we even GOT to the fucking thing! we went back! again and again! it wasn't until people almost DIED trying to go back that anybody even took notice again! hell...i'm betting i'm not the only one that had to learn about the other trips from that movie. we are a nation that relies on movies to teach us history. movies have altered the way we SEE reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that is also why no one worries about a huge fucking screaming fireball the size of texas slamming into the globe. because the movie armageddon already told us that all we need to do is fire some drillers up there with a nuclear weapon to blow the fucker apart, and all will be ok. doesn't it scare the shit out of anyone else to know that we HAVE no plan if a huge fucking screaming fireball the size of texas starts heading this way? doesn't it scare anyone to know that when it comes right down to it, the people in charge of saving our lives...no...of saving the HUMAN RACE..may have to actually borrow an idea FROM A FUCKING MOVIE?!? SHIT! IT SCARES THE FUCK OUT OF ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not enough to worry about. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26617212-115544452139583623?l=project-53.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/feeds/115544452139583623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26617212&amp;postID=115544452139583623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544452139583623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26617212/posts/default/115544452139583623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://project-53.blogspot.com/2004/01/my-first-real-entry.html' title='my first REAL entry..'/><author><name>dc in ky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14419309875071607564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.discoverengineering.org/cool_things/cd/images/Geek.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
