<?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-27719948</id><updated>2011-09-28T09:44:52.853-07:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='weather'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='irony'/><category term='ryhme'/><category term='funny'/><category term='memorial'/><category term='going'/><category term='phonetics'/><category term='language'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='politic'/><category term='wander'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='shelter'/><category term='truth'/><category term='enamor'/><category term='wonder'/><category term='computer'/><category term='contemplative'/><category term='video'/><category term='link'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='fail'/><category term='eternity'/><title type='text'>Life 2.012 SP1</title><subtitle type='html'>musings and at times raving of the incoherency of the world to my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7357674245907483914</id><published>2011-02-09T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:35:51.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>The Real Enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what we call liberalism -the refurbished edifice of American Progressivism is in fact a descendant and manifestation of fascism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real enemy is liberalism.  I see it everyday; except for Sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is only one way to the Father, through the Son, why is it that in everyday life pluralism reigns?  Why is our country so prevalently allowing everything but what is Right to be right?  It is evident everyday that things are wrong.  Will we fix it or keep going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7357674245907483914?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7357674245907483914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7357674245907483914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7357674245907483914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7357674245907483914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-enemy.html' title='The Real Enemy'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2947977332095846073</id><published>2011-02-02T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:09:23.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Reality-Will it set in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/TUmPcIZ5ZSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zgdPCTZl3oE/s1600/test.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/TUmPcIZ5ZSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zgdPCTZl3oE/s400/test.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569140127675540770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been saying this for years and I have not been the only one.  So I doubt that anyone will listen.  Grandeur and idealism must stay at the forefront in order to maintain the status quo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2947977332095846073?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2947977332095846073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2947977332095846073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2947977332095846073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2947977332095846073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2011/02/reality-will-it-set-in.html' title='Reality-Will it set in?'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/TUmPcIZ5ZSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zgdPCTZl3oE/s72-c/test.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-690171346869411603</id><published>2011-01-17T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:47:35.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>And it Shall be</title><content type='html'>I came across a great quote in 1 of the books that I have been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we never tattled on Dave.  In Baker, none of my friends tattled on anyone.  That was the code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good stuff.  Unfortunately, there is a line of folks to 'tattle' on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-690171346869411603?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/690171346869411603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=690171346869411603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/690171346869411603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/690171346869411603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-it-shall-be.html' title='And it Shall be'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1727019745375044635</id><published>2010-12-29T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:32:04.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>As the year ends</title><content type='html'>Looks like it has been a while since I have posted.  Things are not looking good for people with my name.  I could change it but I think that is only a short term band-aid on the problem called life. Yes that role in which I was unwittingly cast and have no creative control or residuals.  The day when my show gets cancelled may be soon.  I do not know if I will be glad or not.  Anyway, I still make the curtain call each day like a good trooper.  I am hoping to be held over in a good city one of these days but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the lines of things that I distinctively don't do (but have been doing them lately) I started a facebook account.  I also got myself a fancy new phone along with a fancy monthly bill.  I also now wear long sleeve shirts but hopefully that is just utilitarian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1727019745375044635?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1727019745375044635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1727019745375044635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1727019745375044635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1727019745375044635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-year-ends.html' title='As the year ends'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1331928795779675622</id><published>2010-07-22T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:59:35.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Still Living</title><content type='html'>Well it seems that it may now be time to relax.  Really, the time that I do not have a bunch of other stuff to do.  So relaxing means that I should quickly do the things around the house that I need to do so that I can sit on the couch and catch up on reading and watching all of the shows that I recorded due to not having time to watch them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can squeeze in a few summer blockbusters.  I did see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt; the other day. It was quite an excellent movie.  It draws you in like few movies do.  Of course that abnormally large screen the theater had also helps.  Maybe I can even go golfing, or else officially give up the endeavor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1331928795779675622?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1331928795779675622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1331928795779675622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1331928795779675622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1331928795779675622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-living.html' title='Still Living'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2500532764866361523</id><published>2010-07-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:55:16.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>The Concert, a New Life</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to a concert at the House of Blues.  The last concert I went to was there also.  I learned some valuable lessons.  I guess that I have been trying to connect to my former self.  Both of these concerts involved bands that I listened to in high school.  I went to many concerts in high school but not to all of the bands that I had liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently was Hole.  First off, I should have 'googled' Courtney Love, as opposed to Hole for obvious reasons.  Things have changed.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Live Through This&lt;/span&gt;, an album from Hole, is the album that I have listened to the most.  (The second most is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Canadian Amp&lt;/span&gt; by Neko Case)  When I was in high school, Hole was an all girl band.  You can call them punk or even alternative as was a popular term at the time.  Maybe similar to (or not) Veruca Salt and Letters to Cleo, also excellent bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was surprised to see the differences.  Actually, the first thing that I was surprised by was the people that showed to the show.  I expected mostly folks such as myself, of course some a few years older that were old enough to be in the clubs that Courtney and Kurt played together in.  But there was a mix of folks.  Some a bit old and some young.  There were some young girls there and I wonder how they got turned on to the greatness that is (or was) Hole.  I expected to get chatty with a lady or two but was surprised with that denial; which was soon explained.  See, the closest person to a girl that the band has is Courtney; all the other members are guys.  Also, the musical style was different.  No longer punk or alternative but more hard rock.  The closest thing to punk was that Courtney did not want to play her own songs; at least the ones that made her famous.  After the first three songs in the set, two of which were covers, she cussed the crowd for wanting to hear the old school.  She of course played quite a few of these as well as some more covers and some newer songs.  She purports to be quite proud of her new album.  The other shocker was that Courtney now bats for the pink team.  This explained a lot.  She has garnered a bunch of new followers just through this admission. (also explained why I was striking out with the ladies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great show.  I just wish that I was more prepared for it.  Much more prepared.  It seems that due to financial matters, the train schedule has been cut back.  However, nobody bothered to tell me.  I spent quite a while waiting for a train that was not coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2500532764866361523?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2500532764866361523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2500532764866361523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2500532764866361523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2500532764866361523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2010/07/concert-new-life.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;verdana&quot; color=&quot;gold&quot;&gt;The Concert, a New Life&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7944235898151535556</id><published>2010-03-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:06:17.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>The Life</title><content type='html'>If I could go back in time, I know where I would go.  I would go back into the 70's to see The Runaways perform &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aN2LehZ_KdQ"&gt;Saturday Nigh Special&lt;/a&gt; live.  That is where I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7944235898151535556?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7944235898151535556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7944235898151535556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7944235898151535556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7944235898151535556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='The Life'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3885210261663817375</id><published>2010-01-16T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:44:47.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Whoah, They Got It</title><content type='html'>Well, so I am not a voice alone.  I am watching Saturday Night Live and I see my plight in a sketch.  The Riley sketch.  That describes my battle.  Accept him, no matter he calls you bitch and all kind of obscenities.  I somehow am wrong for wanting to be in a decent environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3885210261663817375?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3885210261663817375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3885210261663817375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3885210261663817375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3885210261663817375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoah-they-got-it.html' title='Whoah, They Got It'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3574619991554466339</id><published>2010-01-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:10:37.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These</title><content type='html'>In case anyone had any doubts, the FBI are a bunch of hosebags.  They do not protect us from known threats,(like that dude who tried to blow up the airplane) but instead go out of their way and jurisdiction to bring down innocent folks.  Well, FBI guy, come my way so that we can tango B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3574619991554466339?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3574619991554466339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3574619991554466339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3574619991554466339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3574619991554466339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2010/01/these.html' title='&lt;font color =#661188&gt;These&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-8809228465672088006</id><published>2010-01-09T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:24:39.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Bring What May and Call it Life</title><content type='html'>I cruised out to the lake today to take some pictures.  We do not see ice on the lakes that much around here so I took the opportunity to take some pictures.  It was a bit cold out but otherwise a great day.  I watched the birds fly about and bask on the ice, it went quite far into the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a few folks while out there.  I met a couple from North Dakota.  We exchanged photo taking.  So now I have a rare picture of myself.  I also met a guy looking for homes in the area.  I saw other photoing, running, and biking.  As I left I saw a guy who hates the liberals but probably is not that big a fan of mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjwwVTyiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mqzv7EnM1k0/s1600-h/bird1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjwwVTyiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mqzv7EnM1k0/s400/bird1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425328759124511266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjwms2gdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W_GeiGEhxZw/s1600-h/bird3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjwms2gdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W_GeiGEhxZw/s400/bird3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425328756538900946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjwASfaqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q7Od7GO8_Ws/s1600-h/bw_ice1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjwASfaqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q7Od7GO8_Ws/s400/bw_ice1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425328746227788450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjv8ZmKCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RZhhSliHqRU/s1600-h/flight1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjv8ZmKCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RZhhSliHqRU/s400/flight1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425328745183848482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-8809228465672088006?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/8809228465672088006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=8809228465672088006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8809228465672088006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8809228465672088006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2010/01/bring-what-may-and-call-it-life.html' title='&lt;font color =#4477ff&gt;Bring What May and Call it Life&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/S0qjwwVTyiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Mqzv7EnM1k0/s72-c/bird1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1225655061199135642</id><published>2009-10-14T19:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:35:24.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><title type='text'>Yessss</title><content type='html'>Dallas will win one tonight&gt;!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1225655061199135642?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1225655061199135642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1225655061199135642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1225655061199135642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1225655061199135642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/10/yessss.html' title='Yessss'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1224659786072371930</id><published>2009-10-14T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:34:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1224659786072371930?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1224659786072371930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1224659786072371930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1224659786072371930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1224659786072371930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2613897118295097460</id><published>2009-10-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:34:36.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>South Park tells it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2613897118295097460?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2613897118295097460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2613897118295097460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2613897118295097460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2613897118295097460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/10/south-park-tells-it-all.html' title='&lt;Newsing It&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-6442338065235549724</id><published>2009-10-04T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:43:19.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>What Started Your Day?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder why you woke up this morning?  As I round out my day I am wondering this.  Though not a problem since my day is behind, a ponderance looms large.  Why will I wake up tomorrow?  I do not know.  I do like money but one day is just a drop in the bucket.  I can go where I went today and hopefully see the same beauty and leave with the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my roving thought for the day.  Did you watch the new show &lt;i&gt;Dallas Divas and Daughters&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-6442338065235549724?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/6442338065235549724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=6442338065235549724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6442338065235549724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6442338065235549724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-started-your-day.html' title='&lt;font color =#66ee00&gt;What Started Your Day?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5182658184283191966</id><published>2009-09-21T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:03:31.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryhme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wander'/><title type='text'>!Why Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was in Jagersveld&lt;br /&gt;You cannot denounce it&lt;br /&gt;With all there is to do&lt;br /&gt;This place holds it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and calm&lt;br /&gt;Biking or swimming&lt;br /&gt;Though sitting or more&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyment prevails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5182658184283191966?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5182658184283191966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5182658184283191966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5182658184283191966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5182658184283191966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-here.html' title='&lt;font color =#668800&gt;!Why Here?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5540013390468933726</id><published>2009-09-21T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:34:03.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>What Life May Bring</title><content type='html'>If I only had a dollar for every time a student said that I had confused them.  Of course, I get paid much more than that but a few more bucks never hurt.  My students really seem to confuse themselves.  Somehow, that becomes my fault because I am not telling them the correct answer.  But then I go to my graduate course at night and get a dose of the same.  So life, at least seems to be symmetrical if not centrifugal.  I just want to get to the good stuff.  I hear that I am young but I feel too old to be taking $#&amp;@ from kids half my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really would happen if they understood me?  Epiphany or travesty?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5540013390468933726?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5540013390468933726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5540013390468933726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5540013390468933726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5540013390468933726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-life-may-bring.html' title='&lt;font color =#6611ff&gt;What Life May Bring&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-259632776376967221</id><published>2009-09-16T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:41:29.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Why This?!</title><content type='html'>I sometimes find it hard to comprehend that we are stuck here.  Why do people hate life so much?  Why would a person get up in the morning and go through steps to get ready for the day?  Getting their created little people off to a useless hole in the earth and then themselves driving across a mobbed town to lavish into an overly useless hole.  Slash your wrists, take some pills, or just stay home.  And just why did you procreate.  Maybe that is just what is wrong with this earth.  The people with all of the why's abstain from creating people for the slaughter while the rest just revel in their feces.  Are we that much a part of the dark one that we will punish a kid who is not provided with the &lt;i&gt;proper&lt;/i&gt; clothing?  Forgetting all the while that the Pure one looks on as we celebrate the travesty that we have made out of His Gracious gift of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-259632776376967221?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/259632776376967221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=259632776376967221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/259632776376967221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/259632776376967221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-this.html' title='Why This?!'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5200292886284604615</id><published>2009-09-01T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:52:37.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>No Way</title><content type='html'>I just found out that this 'death thing' applies to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading Steve Martin's biography, &lt;i&gt;Born Standing Up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great book.  It is refreshing to read a book about a seemingly iconic figure.  I also identify with his comedy and feel that most people do not get my humor like people did not get his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they laughed at him anyway but laugh at me in a different way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5200292886284604615?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5200292886284604615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5200292886284604615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5200292886284604615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5200292886284604615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-way.html' title='No Way'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-9026088565768689593</id><published>2009-08-16T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:30:42.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Bonus</title><content type='html'>I went to the Rangers game today.  It was a great game.  The fans were quite lively today and in the good way.  The sun was just as boisterous.  I am quite red but still feel great.  After the game they gave fans the opportunity to run the bases.  There were mostly kids but I was not alone among the 'big kids.'  It was a great experience to run the bases at Rangers ballpark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-9026088565768689593?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/9026088565768689593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=9026088565768689593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/9026088565768689593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/9026088565768689593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/08/unexpected-bonus.html' title='Unexpected Bonus'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-667035160949175942</id><published>2009-08-03T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:14:55.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>WTF !!</title><content type='html'>Relax all, I am not going through a revolution.  But I just did something that I have never done before.  No, it was no accident or naive foible.  I clicked on a weblink that I knew would take me to... Facebook!  It may seem that I have crossed to the darkside but though I have thought about that {whatever that means} I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning a trip to one of my favorite movie theaters to see some digital images splashed across the screen in exchange for some of my hard-earned {no joke, really} money.  When I saw that one of my favored actors had had his birthday bash at that same theater a few days earlier.  So I unabashedly {for once} clicked the weblink.  Nothing amazing transpired.  Stuff on the screen {no I did not sneeze or expel any other bodily fluids} I saw.  And the 'article' {I know that it is no such thing}  was no more in depth than the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  A thing just occurred to me.  Instead of actually going to the theater {which I often do} I am blogging about it. [shudder]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-667035160949175942?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/667035160949175942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=667035160949175942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/667035160949175942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/667035160949175942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf.html' title='WTF !!'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7926748794448030259</id><published>2009-06-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:12:51.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>The Days</title><content type='html'>It is nice to have some time off.  Actually, I still have work to do but I have not gone to work in 4 days.  I am contemplating not going back at all.  But I most likely will go back tomorrow.  I kind of like money and so do the people who constantly send me bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time off that I do hopefully have coming up will be nice.  I need some time to sort some things out.  Maybe make some decisions and such.  Or I just might chill and forget about making decisions, plans, and the like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7926748794448030259?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7926748794448030259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7926748794448030259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7926748794448030259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7926748794448030259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/06/days.html' title='The Days'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2617087960927121274</id><published>2009-05-30T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:07:08.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Some Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here a couple of pictures that I have taken recently.  I finally got me a decent, new camera; Sony DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SiGDTueUhtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4fjRqGCb2oM/s1600-h/clouds509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SiGDTueUhtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4fjRqGCb2oM/s400/clouds509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341695007954077394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SiGDTXuljvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eW2oiWJ4kLk/s1600-h/pansy09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SiGDTXuljvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eW2oiWJ4kLk/s400/pansy09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341695001848286962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2617087960927121274?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2617087960927121274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2617087960927121274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2617087960927121274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2617087960927121274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-pictures.html' title='Some Pictures'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SiGDTueUhtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4fjRqGCb2oM/s72-c/clouds509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7906424463388111853</id><published>2009-01-12T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:29:25.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Quotes of Note</title><content type='html'>Here is a great excerpt from a book that I have been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was regulated by the bell.  It gave me orders, and I automatically obeyed them.  I hated it.  Whenever I dreamed of a better world, I could only imagine a universe with no bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night by Elie Weisel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7906424463388111853?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7906424463388111853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7906424463388111853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7906424463388111853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7906424463388111853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2009/01/quotes-of-note.html' title='Quotes of Note'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7722607172812632045</id><published>2008-09-27T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:42:43.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Is This Really My Life??</title><content type='html'>The other day while I was mailing off some more of my blood earned money, I noticed something interesting.  There was a crazy, homeless dude at the post office.  He was just standing there at the counter and speaking.  He looked disheveled yet dignified.  His verbal content showed a higher level of cognition.  It was almost as if he was giving a college level socioeconomic lecture.  Nobody was there, yet out he spoke.  His content was quite relevant.  Yet nobody was listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relates back to me.  I talk a lot and teach my students; at least that is what it seems like.  But they do not listen to me.  It is like they just humor me or tolerate my presence in the room.  This makes me wonder if I will one day be the guy standing somewhere delivering some lesson about something that folks cared not to hear about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7722607172812632045?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7722607172812632045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7722607172812632045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7722607172812632045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7722607172812632045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-this-really-my-life.html' title='&lt;font color=#004433&gt;Is This Really My Life??&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5697894210117230150</id><published>2008-07-09T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:16:22.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryhme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><title type='text'>Plush, Sunlight bathed beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing upon me today&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back the day&lt;br /&gt;Staring down eternity&lt;br /&gt;Revealing law to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning posh and bright&lt;br /&gt;Dropping out of the light&lt;br /&gt;Looking upon the cycle&lt;br /&gt;Turning into tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me as if she steals her soul from me.  It must be, for it seems that I lack it more and more.  Woe is me, but to life my fusion goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5697894210117230150?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5697894210117230150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5697894210117230150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5697894210117230150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5697894210117230150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/08/plush-sunlight-bathed-beauty.html' title='&lt;font color=goldenrod&gt;Plush, Sunlight bathed beauty&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-4623946816832205132</id><published>2008-06-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:45:22.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Stop Lying...</title><content type='html'>Check this out, funny and true.  Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link should work if the embed is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=36113989"&gt;Owen Benjamin Presents on C-Spot Ep. 1 - LOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=36113989,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=36113989,t=1,mt=video" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-4623946816832205132?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/4623946816832205132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=4623946816832205132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4623946816832205132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4623946816832205132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-lying.html' title='Stop Lying...'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7432185621388266492</id><published>2008-06-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:36:31.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>To Wit, What Now?</title><content type='html'>It seems that I constantly wonder what I am doing.  No matter what new endeavor I wind up on I still stop and wonder just what I am doing.  So I deduce that I might as well stay at what I am doing until I move on cause the same result will happen in the next adventure.  One birthday has ticked off for me and I... must stop talking about that wondering thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good stuff is that I have finally been able to move to Dallas.  And I was quite fortunate enough to get a nice place in a neighborhood that I oft hang out in.  Slowly I get furniture in my apartment but still it is good (as far as I know cause I do not have time to think about it).  Things have been quite busy for me lately.  Classes 5 days a week; I had to take a 5 hour test on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep trudging on and someday (soon actually) I will be Mr. Brittain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7432185621388266492?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7432185621388266492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7432185621388266492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7432185621388266492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7432185621388266492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-wit-what-now.html' title='&lt;font color =#5500ff&gt;To Wit, What Now?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5682080303905340319</id><published>2008-06-04T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:58:06.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Finally, Pictures</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got some pictures uploaded.  I will eventually post some more as interesting things happen.  There are quite a bit to peruse now.  Hopefully, I will get a new camera and can take some better pictures.  These are from my garden, so enjoy.  Click the &lt;i&gt;Spring Flowers&lt;/i&gt; link to see the pictures in a bigger window; they look better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://p.webshots.com/flash/smallslideshow.swf" flashvars="playList=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2Fmeta%2F563494417PwQtcS%3Finline%3Dtrue&amp;inlineUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fcommunity.webshots.com%2FinlinePhoto%3FalbumId%3D563494417%26src%3Ds%26referPage%3Dhttp%3A%2F%2Fhome-and-garden.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563494417PwQtcS&amp;postRollContent=http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2Fws_postroll.swf&amp;shareUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fhome-and-garden.webshots.com%2Fslideshow%2F563494417PwQtcS&amp;audio=on&amp;audioVolume=33&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;transitionSpeed=5&amp;startIndex=0&amp;panzoom=on&amp;deployed=true" menu="false" quality="best" width="425" height="384" name="WebshotsSlideshowPlayer"base="http%3A%2F%2Fp.webshots.com%2Fflash%2F" wmode="opaque" allowScriptAccess="always" loop="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http%3A%2F%2Fwww.macromedia.com%2Fgo%2Fgetflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/album/563494417PwQtcS"&gt;Spring Flowers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5682080303905340319?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5682080303905340319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5682080303905340319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5682080303905340319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5682080303905340319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-pictures.html' title='&lt;font color=magenta&gt;Finally, Pictures&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-8058037790936549866</id><published>2008-06-01T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:08:54.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryhme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enamor'/><title type='text'>Evermore</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far be it from me to see it&lt;br /&gt;but a girl who has the world&lt;br /&gt;should not at all ever&lt;br /&gt;be in a situation whereas&lt;br /&gt;she might be inclined slightly&lt;br /&gt;to in the very least&lt;br /&gt;come close to shedding a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should be stately majesty&lt;br /&gt;as I deem her in proper domain&lt;br /&gt;which is everywhere and everlasting&lt;br /&gt;soaring over the mountains&lt;br /&gt;rising up from the sea&lt;br /&gt;giving life from the birth&lt;br /&gt;air from the foliage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;this one is life but for me she resides apart&lt;br /&gt;and I look on to not see reveille in beauty&lt;br /&gt;but her in such undeserved sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-8058037790936549866?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/8058037790936549866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=8058037790936549866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8058037790936549866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8058037790936549866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/06/evermore.html' title='&lt;font color=gold&gt;Evermore&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-4646830886666704477</id><published>2008-05-13T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:29:16.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>More to Laugh At?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/uc/20080509/lfb080510.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/uc/20080509/lfb080510.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/pic/52830/586195"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/pic/52830/586195" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/pic/52852/779172"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/pic/52852/779172" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/pic/52723/826841"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/cgi-bin/news/pic/52723/826841" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-4646830886666704477?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/4646830886666704477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=4646830886666704477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4646830886666704477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4646830886666704477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-to-laugh-at.html' title='&lt;font color=green&gt;More to Laugh At?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5431488072416244670</id><published>2008-05-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:32:22.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Day of all Days</title><content type='html'>Well this day was not turning out so well.  I had two interviews and 130+ miles to drive just to get to the first. I, of course, did so.  The first went ok, but of course I have to await a call for another interview.  I was not quite on my time schedule so I did not have time, like I planned to cruise about south Dallas like I wanted.  I checked into some housing and said hello to a couple of friends.  I looked into again joining a mission agency.  I feel that it might be advantageous to do so now as opposed to when I was actually near ready to go abroad.  But, as it comes down to it, I am not sure of what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I have been thinking of and noticing lately is the futility of life.  I mean, that people are by large sheep, cattle, and the like.  People, by large, lack the ability (intelligence is my word) to think for themselves.  They think that people that think for themselves and do not adapt to standards are just plain wrong.  But to see this in every piece of life seems to pull me down and I start to wonder about a lot of things.  It sends me to places that I do not want to be.  Life is hard enough without the overall thinking of uselessness and futility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to the point of how this day took a turn for the better.  After the bogusness was done with, I cruised to check out a movie and hit up my favorite bar in north Dallas.  Well, the theater now charges $10 so I just went to the bar.  I checked in to see what they had on tap and I almost passed out.  They had my favorite beer on tap!!!!  I became overjoyed (in spirit anyway).  I have been waiting for 5 and a half years to throw back a cold one of my favorite beer.  It just became available in Texas (I know we are actually behind the times here).  Soon, (I doubt it though) we may be able to get it in East Texas.  At any rate, I will have to try to make it to north Dallas to get some more creamy, frothy goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5431488072416244670?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5431488072416244670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5431488072416244670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5431488072416244670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5431488072416244670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-of-all-days.html' title='&lt;font color=#44bb22&gt;Day of all Days&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5807013652142128663</id><published>2008-04-24T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:11:45.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Another Slice of Life</title><content type='html'>A couple of funnies that I could not resist laughing at then sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SBD3IyABzFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vqeTzMyW_H4/s1600-h/Bizarro41808.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SBD3IyABzFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vqeTzMyW_H4/s400/Bizarro41808.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192922100591086674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SBD3JCABzGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W0Qtd638tGA/s1600-h/wizardofid42408.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SBD3JCABzGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W0Qtd638tGA/s400/wizardofid42408.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192922104886053986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I should start saying at job interviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5807013652142128663?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5807013652142128663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5807013652142128663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5807013652142128663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5807013652142128663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-slice-of-life.html' title='&lt;font =#33bbcc&gt;Another Slice of Life&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/SBD3IyABzFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vqeTzMyW_H4/s72-c/Bizarro41808.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-9220304817008648326</id><published>2008-04-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:24:34.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>More Funny From the Family</title><content type='html'>Well this is funny like how I find things funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arcamax.com/pic/51078/113965"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/pic/51078/113965" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-9220304817008648326?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/9220304817008648326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=9220304817008648326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/9220304817008648326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/9220304817008648326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-funny-from-family.html' title='&lt;font color=#22ff99&gt;More Funny From the Family&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-213198069492747152</id><published>2008-04-02T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:01:06.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>So...Well...Huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that about sums it up.  I often (well not so often cause I just kind of zone or stare off into nothingness mostly) find myself wondering just what is going on.   I mean this whole job thing is starting to puzzle even me.  Am I really that bad of a person that a college degree and aptitude run moot when I come up for a job opening.  And what those other pesky areas of life.  I seem to be falling behind in those as well.  It seems that I am losing at this this game but am not getting any of the warnings or promptings to do better.  I often wonder if I am stagnating or sinking lower and stuck in the woods somewhere trying to dream of a better something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still there remain good things.  Soon, when I get around to it, I will be sharing that.  My tulips are gracing the world with their beauty and I will post some pics at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-213198069492747152?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/213198069492747152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=213198069492747152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/213198069492747152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/213198069492747152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-special.html' title='&lt;font color=#4433dd&gt;Nothing Special&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1257195526116995173</id><published>2008-03-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:05:54.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Another Life Could be Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R96yrmXiTuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/m65BKmIrvmI/s1600-h/cagedbeauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R96yrmXiTuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/m65BKmIrvmI/s400/cagedbeauty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178773083626032866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, stuff is such and life rolls along.  This happens with no regard towards people.  Time goes and we are either along for the ride or not.  Well, difficulty of difficulties I have managed to get a few pics on my computer.  Here are a couple from my garden.  Once my tulips bloom I will of course post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R96x2GXiTsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XyBhwMxW1v8/s1600-h/stillness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R96x2GXiTsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XyBhwMxW1v8/s400/stillness.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178772164503031490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1257195526116995173?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1257195526116995173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1257195526116995173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1257195526116995173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1257195526116995173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-life-could-be-out-there.html' title='&lt;font color=#004499&gt;Another Life Could be Out There&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R96yrmXiTuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/m65BKmIrvmI/s72-c/cagedbeauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-6172954366644909359</id><published>2008-03-07T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:00:36.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>C'est Dommage</title><content type='html'>What could kill the fun of the snow?  Well, besides the snow leaving after lunch, my camera.  I decided to capture the joy of the rampantly descending snow with my camera.  I got some good shots of the snow covered land.  I recently have also taken some decent pictures in my garden and thereabouts.  So when I proceeded to retrieve the pictures from my camera it declined.  Sadly, the pictures were blankly string at me.  As I look outside at the traces of snow left, I feel well, sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-6172954366644909359?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/6172954366644909359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=6172954366644909359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6172954366644909359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6172954366644909359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/03/cest-dommage.html' title='&lt;font color=#554433&gt;C&apos;est Dommage&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7942123499093805606</id><published>2008-02-27T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:37:15.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Are You Ready to Laugh?</title><content type='html'>This is so funny; and in more than one way at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R8WtbitmOlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lyHOE2Y0yho/s1600-h/Bizarro022708.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R8WtbitmOlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lyHOE2Y0yho/s400/Bizarro022708.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171730435791010386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7942123499093805606?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7942123499093805606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7942123499093805606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7942123499093805606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7942123499093805606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='&lt;font color=#4455bb&gt;Are You Ready to Laugh?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R8WtbitmOlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lyHOE2Y0yho/s72-c/Bizarro022708.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-6691008691156169565</id><published>2008-02-22T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:34:39.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><title type='text'>When I Can't Say It</title><content type='html'>Well, this happens quite often. But, lucky enough for me, there exists youtube and some ingenious folks. This guy says it all about the rockband and guitar hero genre of video game. No, I am not an ass or jerk or some other moniker that gets thrown my way often. I refuse to take part in these games for good and wholesome reason. And the guy in this video states what I have trouble wording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r60vb3ejl2A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r60vb3ejl2A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of electronic matters that hold the fate of our country. We have the so-called &lt;i&gt;format wars.&lt;/i&gt; It seems that it is over; the HD has dropped out of the running. Well, this means a change coming. The dueling of so-called &lt;i&gt;high definition systems&lt;/i&gt; was keeping busy the &lt;i&gt;higher class&lt;/i&gt; of people. they consistently want something better than the rest of us have. This is why we have the DVD and the CD; tape was not good enough for them. Now that we all have DVD and the next format is here, they will want something better. Which means that something new will come and we will be again forced to get rid of our &lt;i&gt;ancient&lt;/i&gt; media; only for the cycle to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what of it, people just call this progress and push aside voices of reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-6691008691156169565?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/6691008691156169565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=6691008691156169565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6691008691156169565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6691008691156169565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-i-cant-say-it.html' title='&lt;font color=#110044&gt;When I Can&apos;t Say It&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1729341279268775353</id><published>2008-02-18T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:08:27.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryhme'/><title type='text'>i ever fall and stand simultaneously</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it i see&lt;br /&gt;what is it i say&lt;br /&gt;do i take it with glee&lt;br /&gt;do i just say hooray&lt;br /&gt;and hope that i am free&lt;br /&gt;and dare what i can prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look beyond what i say&lt;br /&gt;i am stayed by what i see&lt;br /&gt;from the crowd i hear hooray&lt;br /&gt;from my sighs i bear glee&lt;br /&gt;and entrenchments i fall prey&lt;br /&gt;and staring towards the free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1729341279268775353?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1729341279268775353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1729341279268775353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1729341279268775353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1729341279268775353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-ever-fall-and-stand-simultaneously.html' title='&lt;font color=#aa0099&gt;i ever fall and stand simultaneously&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5337381367447116144</id><published>2008-02-09T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:15:32.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Do You Find This Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comics.com/wash/pickles/archive/images/pickles2008073344208.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.comics.com/wash/pickles/archive/images/pickles2008073344208.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what I have been talking about.  It is also the way that I put it as well, i.e. lacking the directness of spelling it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5337381367447116144?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5337381367447116144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5337381367447116144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5337381367447116144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5337381367447116144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-find-this-funny.html' title='&lt;font color=#aaff55&gt;Do You Find This Funny&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7429213117432629986</id><published>2008-01-25T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:23:21.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Here Now</title><content type='html'>What is has been going on lately?  I not quite am sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life trucks by at a mediocre pace as I sit by the roadside.  I wait, then nothing particular happens.  Occasionally something great does happen.  But those are just individual occurrences that do not carry over into the next moment.  I am getting to the point where I do not have anything but the hope that I carry.  A hope that I know is just a few thoughts that exist as electronic impulses in my soon to be (if not already) degrading brain.  Things do not always even seem straight to me and I am left wondering what footing I am actually upon.  I cannot decide which way to go.  Life keeps rolling out the same way and I find myself thinking along the same lines and to deviate still seems like an unviable option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7429213117432629986?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7429213117432629986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7429213117432629986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7429213117432629986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7429213117432629986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-now.html' title='&lt;font color=#3344aa&gt;Here Now&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5904482065833877329</id><published>2008-01-25T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:20:22.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Insert --&gt; Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R5pEI6PJFDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W99MNw_nfKQ/s1600-h/bizarro012508.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R5pEI6PJFDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W99MNw_nfKQ/s400/bizarro012508.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511242968732722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This i another great one that I could not pass up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5904482065833877329?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5904482065833877329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5904482065833877329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5904482065833877329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5904482065833877329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/01/insert-laugh.html' title='&lt;font color=red&gt;Insert&lt;/font&gt; --&gt; &lt;font color=green&gt;Laugh&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/R5pEI6PJFDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W99MNw_nfKQ/s72-c/bizarro012508.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-6965896266008940031</id><published>2008-01-13T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:39:59.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryhme'/><title type='text'>degrees</title><content type='html'>of what life are we&lt;br /&gt;therefore yet&lt;br /&gt;as when the life comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk on tall and broad shouldered&lt;br /&gt;whence one light shines us through&lt;br /&gt;on walking and thinking we delve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through this such metaphor&lt;br /&gt;alas is dealt&lt;br /&gt;comeuppance strikes the blow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-6965896266008940031?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/6965896266008940031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=6965896266008940031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6965896266008940031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6965896266008940031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/01/degrees.html' title='&lt;font color=pink&gt;degrees&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2500426213781541247</id><published>2008-01-08T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:22:24.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Whoah...</title><content type='html'>I thought of how I should start off my new year.  I could not come up with much so I decided to go Dutch.  Obviously no pun intended since such a thing would be a happy occurrence.  I had some almond flavored Dutch windmill cookies and Dutch malted gin.  Well, I did not have those two together, but both appealed to me.  The gin did actually come from Netherlands.  They were great ways to start off my new year of discovery.  My first discovery was that I did not get the dream job that was dangled in front of me a few weeks ago.  The kicker being that I came out ahead in duckets for said accosational interview; it being but another glimpse into the world of things that I so desire but can never but yet dream to think about grasping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/4/452/45244.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/4/452/45244.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2500426213781541247?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2500426213781541247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2500426213781541247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2500426213781541247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2500426213781541247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2008/01/whoah.html' title='&lt;font color=purple&gt;Whoah...&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3943239332088956713</id><published>2007-12-25T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:17:21.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Gogol is the Man</title><content type='html'>Even from a young age Gogol was direct.  In a letter to a chum he lists those around him in a vegetative state.  He dreaded being one of these normal folks stuck in some small town.  It sounds a lot like most people.  From what I have seen in life, a lot of people are constantly struggling to be free the curse that Gogol feared.  This might might be more true in America where everyone dreams of grandeur.  And even more people come here and stand in line to get their share of the rich inheritance, unaware that they are drawing it from the account of someone else who then has no choice but to live the obscure curse, sometimes in a destitute state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dread the thought that fate may cast me into some Godforsaken hole and make me play the part of a nobody in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for me that this has been true.  I may not seek the lead role in the stage of life.  But all the same I do not seek to live a life of drudgery.  All of that of course seems to be judged and determined by me, for me.  So, being ever bound by the curse, no matter what transpires in my script of life, I may bind myself to believing that I have inherited the curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that may or may be the case for other people who fall into the same lot in life.  So, maybe not themself, but then who or what binds them to the curse.  On the other hand, there are those that Gogol spoke, who vegetate.  They are happy to live in that small hole of a place and do only the minuscule and little of that.  How one can live that way, I do not know.  How one can live with trying to defy the curse the other would also not know if they pondered such things.  But it seems to me that the two types of people can scarcely live together.  Also, they most likely cannot be in close contact for to long a time without possibly a fabric in this universe tearing apart.  Furthermore, I believe the same to be true between those that are caught in defying the curse but in varying degrees and stages of the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in one's own web....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3943239332088956713?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3943239332088956713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3943239332088956713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3943239332088956713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3943239332088956713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/12/gogol-is-man.html' title='&lt;font color=#22aabb&gt;Gogol is the Man&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7059935207527264292</id><published>2007-12-19T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:03:48.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comics.com/creators/bc/archive/images/bc2002037271219.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.comics.com/creators/bc/archive/images/bc2002037271219.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another hilarious BC comic.  enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7059935207527264292?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7059935207527264292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7059935207527264292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7059935207527264292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7059935207527264292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas-time.html' title='&lt;font color=red&gt;Happy Christmas-time&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-8106913780558635627</id><published>2007-12-17T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:52:49.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wander'/><title type='text'>What is This??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comics.com/creators/bc/archive/images/bc2611160071217.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.comics.com/creators/bc/archive/images/bc2611160071217.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pretty cool, had to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am trying to reckon just what has been going on with me.  I am really not so sure.  I spend my days trying to fill up my days.  I did some reading mostly yesterday.  But at times I was just restless and blank. I went for a walk around the house and tetanus laden lawn ornaments even though it was quite cold out.  I have been thinking a bit but have not arrived at any conclusions.  I had a job interview last week so I am hoping on that to come through.  But I am not so sure just because the way things have been going for me.  I have not been able to get a crap job but this seems like a 'dream job.'  During the interview process I wanted to ask if they were for real or just yanking my chain.  At any rate, this was another interview where I got to see some ultra-cool stuff.  Which (to end on a good note) has reminded of how truly blessed I have been to see lots of great and wonderful things, places, and people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-8106913780558635627?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/8106913780558635627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=8106913780558635627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8106913780558635627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8106913780558635627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-this.html' title='&lt;font color=#88bb11&gt;What is This??&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-6545711570377685003</id><published>2007-11-26T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:30:18.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wander'/><title type='text'>What is Happening??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tmsfeatures.com/tmsfeatures/servlet/com.featureserv.util.Download?file=20071126cssho-a-p.jpg&amp;code=cssho"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.tmsfeatures.com/tmsfeatures/servlet/com.featureserv.util.Download?file=20071126cssho-a-p.jpg&amp;code=cssho" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what is going on with this world?  This game that has been around for a few years is really catching on to not only the youth in this land.  The game, &lt;i&gt;Guitar Hero;&lt;/i&gt; now in it's third installment.  And that is not all.  There are a few copy-cat and take-off games out there.  This stuff is quite popular, even Parker and Stone ridiculed folks for their G-Hero likes in &lt;i&gt;South Park.&lt;/i&gt;  But for the holiday season &lt;i&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/i&gt; is being billed as a family game.  Yes, &lt;b&gt;family game!&lt;/b&gt;  But take a look at the packaging and the advertisements.  You know who that is?  That is none other than Slash.  We all remember him, right?  Back in the day, he was billed as being satan.  When I was a kid, he was satan.  Anyone who listened to his music is going to hell.  What changed?  How can he be the face of family entertainment?  No really, that wasn't rhetorical!  What is going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-6545711570377685003?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/6545711570377685003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=6545711570377685003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6545711570377685003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6545711570377685003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-happening.html' title='&lt;font color=#33ffdd&gt;What is Happening??&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3404625896882626602</id><published>2007-11-02T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:00:29.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Damn This Screen is Wide</title><content type='html'>So..... It seems that I am back in Texas now.  Still in the big city, now and next week, but I will get to go home this weekend.  It should be nice.  The flying and all of that went well.  It was  quite a long time, but for some reason it did not seem to bother me.  I made it to the hockey game.  It was a little like life, it is what you make of it or something.  The refs were only calling half of the shots (of course) and the players let it get to them.  But, at the end, you can either leave with a smile or you can go down fighting with the other team; your choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3404625896882626602?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3404625896882626602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3404625896882626602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3404625896882626602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3404625896882626602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/11/damn-this-screen-is-wide.html' title='&lt;font color=#22ddcc&gt;Damn This Screen is Wide&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1684728251430235978</id><published>2007-10-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:33:39.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><title type='text'>Homeward</title><content type='html'>Well, that time is here again.  I will be leaving the Shelter City in Amsterdam.  I am heading home.  I have done this before, and like then I do not know what I will be doing at home.  Hopefully I will find something productive to occupy my time because it was not fun at all this summer with nothing to do.  But one fun thing though, I will be going to a hockey game on Friday.  Well, as long as I find transport there.  But it will be a great time, I have missed seeing and hearing the games of the Dallas Stars.....  Also, it is dollar hot dog night so I will finally be able to afford something to eat at the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I think of leaving here I have felt a bit sad.  It is true that I do not want to leave but what can I do?  I am starting to feel ok with leaving now.  I think that I took my own advice and it is working for me.  The goodby dinner for me tonight was great.  A lot of folks showed and we had a really good time as well as some good food.  I am not sure if I will return, but I do know that I want to come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1684728251430235978?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1684728251430235978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1684728251430235978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1684728251430235978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1684728251430235978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/10/homeward.html' title='&lt;font color=purple&gt;Homeward&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-8632355688548520407</id><published>2007-10-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T08:48:02.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Ruminating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rxt0Bh3IooI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KUZmwcUh5NQ/s1600-h/opark1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rxt0Bh3IooI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KUZmwcUh5NQ/s400/opark1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123816570682385026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted some pictures today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/xcelr8r"&gt;Check them out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RxtzmB3IonI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ek0rhL5MhmQ/s1600-h/opark2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RxtzmB3IonI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ek0rhL5MhmQ/s400/opark2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123816098235982450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-8632355688548520407?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/8632355688548520407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=8632355688548520407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8632355688548520407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8632355688548520407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/10/ruminating.html' title='&lt;font color=#ffbbaa&gt;Ruminating&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rxt0Bh3IooI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KUZmwcUh5NQ/s72-c/opark1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-910426885924485871</id><published>2007-10-21T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T04:02:27.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So It Comes to This...</title><content type='html'>Well, work is some good stuff.  But for some reason, the toils of such can be at times rigorously grating.  &lt;Break cause it still goes&gt;  It seems particularly degrating cause I reap no krooners from my work.  True, though, my 'work' has other motivations but the practical toils that I go through get no recompense.  But one can chalk it up to being all one part, then one can say that it is all good.  But it gets to me everytime a guest is not happy with something.  Particularly grudging are when they are unhappy with the payment or not being able to stay longer.  True, I have no problem saying no.  But the guests have trouble hearing no.  So it sags on me until when...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-910426885924485871?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/910426885924485871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=910426885924485871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/910426885924485871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/910426885924485871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-it-comes-to-this.html' title='&lt;font color=red&gt;So It Comes to This...&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2716728376944989775</id><published>2007-10-19T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:29:50.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><title type='text'>Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life doesn't work out like you had planned.  But I guess that is just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of the guests returned to retrieve some baggage.  The guest claimed that the padlock did not come with a key.  That seemed quite odd but I did not treat it as an impossibility cause, well.. yea.  So, after trying to busy myself down and flag some help, I proceeded to cut the lock.  Much to my chagrin, as I got about all of the way through the lock, I see the key in it.  Sad thing, is that neither of us had noticed the key. Oh my!  We did not feel too high on the hog at that point.  I think that I felt like I needed some time off or something.  But, that I will have sooner and in more abundance than I desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2716728376944989775?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2716728376944989775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2716728376944989775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2716728376944989775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2716728376944989775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-you-feel-like-nut.html' title='&lt;font color=#99ff22&gt;Sometimes You Feel Like a Nut&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-849237978412895835</id><published>2007-10-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:23:29.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enamor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Oktober Again</title><content type='html'>Well, it does seem that October (Oktober in this neck of the woods)is here yet again.  Last October, I was on month home from the Selter and had no idea what was going on.  I had a couple of prospects, but they shortly faded through.  So, in two weeks, I will be home again.  Again, I will be without plan nor idea what is going on.  Maybe I will sacre up some prospects but at this point I am starting to wonder what is going on.  Just how logical is it that I will get some job?  I am really stuck to wonder what.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RxOFdB3IomI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BecoiDv3YwA/s1600-h/keuk8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RxOFdB3IomI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BecoiDv3YwA/s400/keuk8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121583935012774498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking on my usb stick to find a certain document.  I did not locate such a thing but I rolled across some pictures from last summer.  I then decided to take a gander at them.  It was cool to see them.  I was again enthralled by the Keukenhof pictures.  That was a nice trip and such a wonderful view of the gorgeous flowers.  I just looked at the pictures and wondered.  I am really sure what I am wondering, but I have much to wonder about.  These flowers here, just seem to enliven my curioisity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springtime is a time of things that spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-849237978412895835?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/849237978412895835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=849237978412895835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/849237978412895835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/849237978412895835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/10/oktober-again.html' title='&lt;font color=#446611&gt;Oktober Again&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RxOFdB3IomI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BecoiDv3YwA/s72-c/keuk8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-711309586425849557</id><published>2007-10-11T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:30:00.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>again some stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rw676x3IolI/AAAAAAAAADw/oET6eJ1dLa0/s1600-h/skyjv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rw676x3IolI/AAAAAAAAADw/oET6eJ1dLa0/s400/skyjv.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120236444858229330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does seem that soon I will leave the Shelter again.  I again am not sure that I want to leave.  A few weeks ago, I was definitely ready to leave.  I either rested a bit or just got over the hardest part of Shelter busy time.  But the unknown that I walk into does play a part into my trepidations against departing.   I did read in James 4 today that we should not make our own plans for the upcoming days, but seek to the will and glory of God.  Well, that is downright hard.  I logic things and feel that I have to have a plan.  I mean, how are things going to happen?  But, the God that we serve is powerful over all of that, and everyhting else.  Psalm 93 constantly aprises me of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen in the last few weeks?  I am not sure, but I will seek Him and not look to plans and hows.  Not easy, but what else have I to do but trust in the one who made me and looks after me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-711309586425849557?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/711309586425849557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=711309586425849557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/711309586425849557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/711309586425849557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/10/again-some-stuff.html' title='again some stuff'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rw676x3IolI/AAAAAAAAADw/oET6eJ1dLa0/s72-c/skyjv.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3441447411078316727</id><published>2007-09-30T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:04:21.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>And Just When...</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking about my reunion and feeling a bit like I wish that I had been there.  SO I decided to see if there were any pictures or information online.  And much to my chagrin, it was canceled.  That explains a lot.  There was a reason about low attendance.  That seems odd, cause when I was there it was the largest high school in the state.  And now, not enough graduated folks can come together to have a reunion.  I guess that I should not be surprised since I could not make it either. Maybe if they had chosen a different time then I would have been there.  Maybe I should take it as a message or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ79R3IojI/AAAAAAAAADg/2247veInIcc/s1600-h/corona1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ79R3IojI/AAAAAAAAADg/2247veInIcc/s400/corona1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117281000552440370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3441447411078316727?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3441447411078316727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3441447411078316727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3441447411078316727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3441447411078316727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-just-when.html' title='&lt;font color=#aaff33&gt;And Just When...&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ79R3IojI/AAAAAAAAADg/2247veInIcc/s72-c/corona1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2528544763997377868</id><published>2007-09-29T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:08:52.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>10 years Huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ8Nh3IokI/AAAAAAAAADo/g-6Ywls9Uu0/s1600-h/dark1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ8Nh3IokI/AAAAAAAAADo/g-6Ywls9Uu0/s400/dark1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117281279725314626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, later tonight is my 10-year High School reunion.  As I am here I will not be there to join.  I kind of wish that I could be there.  It would be cool to meet up with some of my old friends.  Also, while in Oregon I could connect with some friends and family.  It seems that it would just be good to be with the same people that I spent my days with back then.  It might tell me something about myself.  But since I cannot be there I am fine to live with that.  I will not have any reservations for now.  Besides, that part of my life is 10-years gone.  In some ways though, I do feel like maybe I have not moved along.  But I do feel like I have grown quite a bit, quite some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2528544763997377868?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2528544763997377868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2528544763997377868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2528544763997377868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2528544763997377868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-years-huh.html' title='&lt;font color=#aaff33&gt;10 years Huh&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ8Nh3IokI/AAAAAAAAADo/g-6Ywls9Uu0/s72-c/dark1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1827863848841465730</id><published>2007-09-29T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:59:30.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>Gather the Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6ph3IoiI/AAAAAAAAADY/8uAmgWpuXBU/s1600-h/tug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6ph3IoiI/AAAAAAAAADY/8uAmgWpuXBU/s400/tug.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117279561738396194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is tough, what shall we do?  Let us not look at the hardships but look to the river of blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord lead his people out of bondage Egypt. He guided Moses to rally the people and stand up to Pharaoh.  Even Moses faltered, but the Lord was with him.  So great and amazing things happened.  We have the promise of Jesus and the Holy Spirit; the Lord is with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1827863848841465730?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1827863848841465730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1827863848841465730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1827863848841465730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1827863848841465730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/gather-flood.html' title='&lt;font color=#bbff11&gt;Gather the Flood&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6ph3IoiI/AAAAAAAAADY/8uAmgWpuXBU/s72-c/tug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1052652361550982470</id><published>2007-09-26T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:56:10.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6Ah3IogI/AAAAAAAAADI/EqLu-I7mEPI/s1600-h/cobra1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6Ah3IogI/AAAAAAAAADI/EqLu-I7mEPI/s400/cobra1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117278857363759618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately I have been quite busy with work.  This of course creates the need to have some time not at work.  This need can be real pressing at times.  Yesterday was just one of those times and it just happened that I had the day off, PTL.  So after some needed rest, I headed out to Amstelveen.  I was interested in the COBRA Museum.  This is a pretty good place though they do have a lot of building for the amount of work that is available for viewing.  The main (only) exhibit was about a Dutch painter, Corneille.  I really enjoyed his work.  I feel that he captured this land and life well.  His drawings almost look abstract, but for a change I can see something in them.  So I have also had some time to think lately.  I am not sure of any conclusions that I have come to nor any that I need to come to.  But I do feel that I have ruminated my mind a bit.  I look forward to more.  Amstelveen is also a cool place.  They have a nice, seemingly new, square.  There is a nice mall that is of course crafted into multiple buildings.  I may venture back if the time comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6BB3IohI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NCtuLSznsWU/s1600-h/crispwave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6BB3IohI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NCtuLSznsWU/s400/crispwave.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117278865953694226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1052652361550982470?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1052652361550982470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1052652361550982470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1052652361550982470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1052652361550982470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/thought.html' title='&lt;font color=#bb0033&gt;Thought&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RwQ6Ah3IogI/AAAAAAAAADI/EqLu-I7mEPI/s72-c/cobra1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-6201994264868699435</id><published>2007-09-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:41:33.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><title type='text'>What's Going on Lately</title><content type='html'>Lately things have been very busy with me.  I cannot quite pin down where I spend my hours, but I feel that it is at the hostel doing work.  We are still quite full so that lends to that sort of a feeling.  But I have been feeling like my time here is nearing an end.  However, that is just not true.  I am halfway through my time, yet I feel myself counting the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I had another day off the other day.  I went for a bike ride.  The weather was a tad on the cool side for that but I did not let that spoil my unwinding.  The wind, however, put a damper on things.  I catch a lot of it as I ride my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMqgR3IodI/AAAAAAAAACw/X2ho5xMN7nQ/s1600-h/luik1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMqgR3IodI/AAAAAAAAACw/X2ho5xMN7nQ/s400/luik1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112476736034480594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-6201994264868699435?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/6201994264868699435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=6201994264868699435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6201994264868699435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6201994264868699435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-going-on-lately.html' title='&lt;font color=#442299&gt;What&apos;s Going on Lately&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMqgR3IodI/AAAAAAAAACw/X2ho5xMN7nQ/s72-c/luik1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-4913841645612520926</id><published>2007-09-20T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:38:30.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>What I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMtSR3IoeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CGbwy4LlQdo/s1600-h/molen2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMtSR3IoeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CGbwy4LlQdo/s400/molen2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112479794051195362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I like windmills for some reason.  They are nice machines.  Back in the day there were lots of nice machines that people made.  They seem more ingenious to me than all of the modern machines.  Anyway, I like to ride by the windmills at Zaan Schanse.  Also, I take lots of pictures of them.  So here are a few more of the pictures to post here.  I cannot really post my memories from my ride the other day.  They just are hard to put down in words.  Peace, I felt, along with being free and a crispness.  Air is also nice to breathe in cleanly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here a couple of pictures of windmills that I took.  Enjoy, soon I will post more pictures on my webshots account.  I updated it a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMtSh3IofI/AAAAAAAAADA/KjlnI8_PSew/s1600-h/molen1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMtSh3IofI/AAAAAAAAADA/KjlnI8_PSew/s400/molen1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112479798346162674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-4913841645612520926?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/4913841645612520926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=4913841645612520926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4913841645612520926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4913841645612520926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-do.html' title='&lt;font  color=#88aacc&gt;What I Do&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMtSR3IoeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CGbwy4LlQdo/s72-c/molen2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7375632423117089903</id><published>2007-09-14T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:13:00.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wander'/><title type='text'>Let's Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMnTB3IobI/AAAAAAAAACg/wJUWOoN21kQ/s1600-h/ebs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMnTB3IobI/AAAAAAAAACg/wJUWOoN21kQ/s400/ebs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112473209866330546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I had some time on my hands.  This time it did not feel like a burden but rather a reprieve.  I was in need of some time off and away.  So I decided to go to that great city of Rotterdam that I so like.  I had been wanting to see some museums that they have there.  My museum card got me into most of the ones that I was interested in.  So I went down to have a good and relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather enjoyed my time there.  I wish that I had more time there.  It took me longer than expected to scope out the museums.  They were quite extraordinary.  I enjoyed the Maritiem Museum, it gave a great history of the city as well as of artfully displaying maritime matters.  I also enjoyed the Fotomuseum though I did not have enough time to explore it fully.  The photos of the city are great, some of them largely panoramic.  Also, they had some jazz photos with of course the jazz lightly playing.  The Boijmans museum was excellent.  They have a little bit of just about every style of painting and artworks.  I enjoyed Willink's work, it just looks so real.  I just wanted to reach out and touch the cuff of his coat in his self portrait.  I also like how he added himself into the Pompei painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff that I did in Rotterdam is just to hang out.  I enjoy that but also it is nice to do so by the water.  It is so nice and peaceful there; life seems so serene.  Also I just walked around a bit.  I still enjoy doing that in Rotterdam though I have seen a lot of the inner triangle and I enjoy the architecture.  I was able to venture out a bit from that.  But my time there seemed short.  I hope that I will have some ability to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMnvR3IocI/AAAAAAAAACo/NQ2vgTn2gdE/s1600-h/spel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMnvR3IocI/AAAAAAAAACo/NQ2vgTn2gdE/s400/spel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112473695197635010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7375632423117089903?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7375632423117089903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7375632423117089903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7375632423117089903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7375632423117089903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-go.html' title='&lt;font color=#11ff33&gt;Let&apos;s Go&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RvMnTB3IobI/AAAAAAAAACg/wJUWOoN21kQ/s72-c/ebs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2321285484742277130</id><published>2007-09-05T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:50:39.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Fotographie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RuCgS4UyMjI/AAAAAAAAACY/2dcQ1HMNkXs/s1600-h/foam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RuCgS4UyMjI/AAAAAAAAACY/2dcQ1HMNkXs/s400/foam.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107258223655793202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wondering what to do.  I decided, after some research and planning, that I would purchase a museum card.  This is an investment for me since I do not get it for the discount price that most folks around here do.  But I figured that the cost will force me to utilize it to its proper fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the photo museum in Amsterdam, &lt;a href="http://www.foam.nl/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fotografiemuseum Amsterdam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I like photos quite a bit so it seemed like a good first choice for usage of my crisp new museum card.  They have an American photo exhibit there that will be departing soon.  I had to check it out; Mitch Epstein.  It features different photos that are taken from a couple of collections.  Some show the photographers political endeavorings.  But if you do not even take that into account you can see the pictures for their intrinsic beauty.  The other photos and a short movie showcase the photographers parents.  But this is to showcase the situation of the American dream.  It is in a downfall; quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another exhibit that is pretty cool.  There are similiar scenes that were shot in three cities.  They showcase the similarities of folks across the world in our lives.  It is good and laid out well.  Also, another out there exhibit of American youth.  The room is laid out in darkness with speakers at each photo stand pelting out a decent tune.  Somehow the youth of America has changed.  I am no longer counted in that part.  Somehow, I am no longer so young.  How did this happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2321285484742277130?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2321285484742277130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2321285484742277130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2321285484742277130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2321285484742277130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/09/fotographie.html' title='&lt;font color=#99ccdd&gt;Fotographie&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RuCgS4UyMjI/AAAAAAAAACY/2dcQ1HMNkXs/s72-c/foam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-912832007503354953</id><published>2007-08-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:27:48.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><title type='text'>Ohh, More Dutch</title><content type='html'>So today I had some time to cruise back to the library.  I checked out the rest of that place.  It was quite nice, the cafe at the top is a cafeteria complete with a bar.  Now altogether, I would say that this place is a little less a library than most libraries.   At any rate, it is a nice place to hang out.  This particular day about half of the computers were not working.  Also, I was unable to figure out the Dutch way of organizing their books.  And their English search page returns Dutch entries, some help.  However, I do feel better to at least know that they have books.  I had a nice relaxing time there after getting over the broken computers and confusing cataloging system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RtShRoUyMiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y5z-YL705LI/s1600-h/nightt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RtShRoUyMiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y5z-YL705LI/s400/nightt.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103881601972056610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-912832007503354953?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/912832007503354953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=912832007503354953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/912832007503354953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/912832007503354953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/ohh-more-dutch.html' title='&lt;font color=#bb7788&gt;Ohh, More Dutch&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RtShRoUyMiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y5z-YL705LI/s72-c/nightt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7503607021331995357</id><published>2007-08-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:39:53.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>What the... Wait a Minute</title><content type='html'>Well, more fun (or something) ensues in Amsterdam for myself.  Having a free afternoon, I decided to go down to the new main library.  I have heard some good things about this place.  Of course, nary a word about books have I heard.   Even as I have been sitting here and walking about, I have not yet seen the books that you would think that would be in a library.  But, most certainly they must be around here somewhere.  They do have hundreds (literaly) of magazines and a few scores of newspapers; some in other languages (and formats unfortunately).  There are also countless cd's and dvd's.  They have a bunch of computers and even some mac's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not here to review this 7-story plex of information.  One can check this &lt;a href="http://www.oba.nl/index.cfm/t/Aquabrowser/vid/53CD82F1-B006-B708-590A00F596C60FBD"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the library.  This caused me to think and then say a "What the f#@!"  It speaks of this library and some of the offereings being somewhat geared towards the folks of Amsterdam.  But I am looking out and see the red light district.  Come on people, this is your city.  How can they just ignore that and present themselves as not having that big, ugly mole on their forehead?  Just what do the people of this city care about all of this mind enhancing stuff in this library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on about that complexing stuff but I will not.  But there is something more important.  That something is not about this skin we find ourselves in nor the power of the mind.  Truly, it involves the spirit deep within that extends beyond this short life we find ourselves immersed into and focused on.  Will they see it and grasp life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7503607021331995357?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7503607021331995357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7503607021331995357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7503607021331995357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7503607021331995357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-wait-minute.html' title='&lt;font #bb9922&gt;What the... Wait a Minute&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2071435878643611981</id><published>2007-08-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T04:37:57.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Tall Men, Short Men, and Us</title><content type='html'>I have been reading &lt;i&gt;The Old Curiousity Shop.&lt;/i&gt;  It is a pretty good book.  It has gotten me to thinking.  Which is one reason why I like reading such books.  I was reading in chapter 19 about giants and dwarves.  This chapter is in an overnight house where mostly performing type men have gathered.  They were discussing aging giants and what is done with them along the lines of the business.  Many folks turned out back in the day to see giants and other oddities at the travelling shows and the like.  These days, maybe the bearded lady and the fat guy at the fair but even those are somewhat cliche nowadays.  As a people we probably feel that we have moved on past the stage of paying to see these &lt;i&gt;freaks&lt;/i&gt; do mundane or extraordinary things. But the story conjures up an interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we really changed as a people?  Maybe, it is just that giants and dwarves have been let out in the common.  We all have seen them around doing the same things that we do.  They are no longer oddities that we pay to see.  This is just something to think on as we still may have these tendencies within ourselves.  So, as we approach people that do not fit into the normal molds of our society, let us too think of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2071435878643611981?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2071435878643611981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2071435878643611981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2071435878643611981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2071435878643611981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/tall-men-short-men-and-us.html' title='&lt;font color=#aa55bb&gt;Tall Men, Short Men, and Us&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2744981107113886359</id><published>2007-08-15T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:17:56.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RsNRRdbn73I/AAAAAAAAACI/qpT--wrhYnE/s1600-h/canal111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RsNRRdbn73I/AAAAAAAAACI/qpT--wrhYnE/s400/canal111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099008563513651058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2744981107113886359?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2744981107113886359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2744981107113886359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2744981107113886359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2744981107113886359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-seems-good-to-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RsNRRdbn73I/AAAAAAAAACI/qpT--wrhYnE/s72-c/canal111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-132073336723323529</id><published>2007-08-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:57:15.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wander'/><title type='text'>Another One Down</title><content type='html'>So lately I have been tired of not having stuff to do.  When I work at three I have to find stuff to fill my day.  When I get off at three, my mind is totally blown with what to do then.  So I went and did something that I have been wanting to do since the first time I was in Amsterdam.  I went to the Kalvertoren, so I also got a chance to tour another mall.  It felt to accomplish some things that I have wanted to do.  Also, it assuaged the boredom a bit.  I walked up the stairs to the top of the toren.  I was stoked to go to a viewing deck.  Unfortunately, there was a cafe up there :(  The Dutch, I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went down to the Museumplein.  It was good to hang out there.  Also, it was good to hope that I could get a shot of something that one would actually want to take a picture of without having gobs of people on it.  That did not happen so I thought that I would tale a picture of the back of the object of desire but that too ended in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Bible Museum was pretty cool.  There is some great, inspiring art there.  Also, there are some models of the Temples and the Tabernacle there along with some old Bible translations.  The garden was also quite nice.  There was a chair there with some ropes emanating from it all over the garden.  I'm thinking that it represents the Mercy Seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-132073336723323529?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/132073336723323529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=132073336723323529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/132073336723323529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/132073336723323529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-one-down.html' title='&lt;font color=#dd44aa&gt;Another One Down&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1333616984071405819</id><published>2007-08-10T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:55:03.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shelter'/><title type='text'>Dazed Again?</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems that one week has peeled by.  It has been many things this week.  The jet-lag seemes to occupy a major part of myself like never before.  Also right off the bat I was training for reception.  This is an interesting place but can rock you from lull to voluminous quickly.  Also I have been getting to see many old friends.  I've seen more than I expected so that is very cool.  Also it is cool hanging with the folks around here.  But still may feel a bit tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1333616984071405819?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1333616984071405819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1333616984071405819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1333616984071405819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1333616984071405819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/dazed-again.html' title='&lt;font color=#bb2299&gt;Dazed Again?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3676683711816904378</id><published>2007-08-09T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:16:55.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enamor'/><title type='text'>Travel Again</title><content type='html'>Again I was able to bike around.  I went to the Zaan area on my day off.  It waz cool to be there again in the countryside and the large peaceful parks.  It was raining over at the Zaanse Schans but still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I saw this snail.  Thought that it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RsNRAtbn72I/AAAAAAAAACA/Ha97oTc59hY/s1600-h/snail.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RsNRAtbn72I/AAAAAAAAACA/Ha97oTc59hY/s320/snail.JPG" border="0" alt="snail:Shelter"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099008275750842210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3676683711816904378?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3676683711816904378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3676683711816904378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3676683711816904378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3676683711816904378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/travel-again.html' title='&lt;font color=#dd5511&gt;Travel Again&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/RsNRAtbn72I/AAAAAAAAACA/Ha97oTc59hY/s72-c/snail.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-8879399647509749418</id><published>2007-08-03T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:12:35.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><title type='text'>Here We Are Again</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it again to the Shelter in Amsterdam again.  I have already seen some friendly faces and the like.  I also have discovered that my watch did not work when I went to set it.  That's all of my watches that are not functioning.  Though I am glad to be here, I still long to be in Estonia again this summer.  Always my heart is torn between the two places.  But this summer they are doing three times the work in Estonia so I feel there as I pray for my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-8879399647509749418?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/8879399647509749418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=8879399647509749418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8879399647509749418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8879399647509749418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-we-are-again.html' title='&lt;font color=#ff22bb&gt;Here We Are Again&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-902355283732970405</id><published>2007-07-30T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:40:36.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><title type='text'>What I Hope..</title><content type='html'>Well, I hope to go and come and live to come and go again.&lt;br /&gt;Also I hope that it does not rain while I am not here.  Neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, is always nice; except for those times when it is not.&lt;br /&gt;Good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I will see what befalls me when I get to Amsterdam again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-902355283732970405?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/902355283732970405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=902355283732970405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/902355283732970405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/902355283732970405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-hope.html' title='&lt;font color=#227711&gt;What I Hope..&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2556300664346040505</id><published>2007-07-16T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:34:48.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Word on the Street is..</title><content type='html'>Well, as usual nothing much is going on.  Yet somehow I seem to keep busy and tired.  So, still doing pretty much nothing but not for long.  I thankfully soon will be back in Amsterdam.  I am looking forward to this and have been since last year about this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And around here, we have had a few sunny days.  Hopefully that will continue but the rain still seems to loom overhead.  The rivers are high and cannot hold much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2556300664346040505?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2556300664346040505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2556300664346040505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2556300664346040505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2556300664346040505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/07/word-on-street-is.html' title='&lt;font color=#33ff11&gt;Word on the Street is..&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1795082251778009415</id><published>2007-07-03T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:52:45.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Fun at the Bookstore</title><content type='html'>So, another day with nothing better to do.  I headed down to the bookstore, the big one with the coffee shop in it.  It was cool to browse the multitude of publications.  I found an interesting book.  It was a picture book of people and their guns in their homes.  I got quite a hoot out of that one.  I was also surprised that the social sciences section was code the codeword for the gay section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a dutch pronunciation book in the language section.  Shockingly, I did not find one.  There was an Iraqi phrasebook but no Dutch book.  What's with that?  Maybe the publishers know that unless you want Dutch citizenship (which is harder to get than an immigration bill in America) you do not need to know that the Dutch even have a language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1795082251778009415?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1795082251778009415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1795082251778009415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1795082251778009415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1795082251778009415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-at-bookstore.html' title='&lt;font color=#990022&gt;Fun at the Bookstore&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3386176930826682367</id><published>2007-07-02T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:27:56.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><title type='text'>Here It Is... </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net//time/cartoons/20070701/cartoons_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net//time/cartoons/20070701/cartoons_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new iphone is something else. There seems top be a lot of hype about it.  But is it really as much as teh media portrays?  Probably.  But to put it all into perspecitve I saw a comic in the paper that does just that way better than even I could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ibdeditorials.com/IMAGES/CARTOONS/toon062907.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ibdeditorials.com/IMAGES/CARTOONS/toon062907.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3386176930826682367?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3386176930826682367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3386176930826682367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3386176930826682367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3386176930826682367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-it-is.html' title='&lt;font color=#992222&gt;Here It Is... &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1884592388035736017</id><published>2007-06-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:58:48.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Another ....</title><content type='html'>What a day, day of days.  Again back to the city, of Dallas, I go.  Again, home have I not spent all of my time.  It is good to travel again back to Dallas.  The rain was quite annoying as well the unrelenting traffic.  (By the way, what is with the toll roads?) But I did persevere.  After my task was accomplished into free time I journeyed.  I went to the Valley View mall.  I have not been there or been able to stop in the last few times I was in the neighborhood. So there I ventured among the rain.  Well, first off, the place was not yet open when I arrived.  So I know that all of the traffic I faced on the road was not headed there.  But then at the appointed time the gates behind the glass doors removed themselves to let the waiting fogies in; I felt downright privileged.  It was nice to be walking around in the mall.  I especially like it when not too many folks are around.  Of course, I did run into a persistent salesperson.  He was quite helpful but still his true feelings were effervescent.  I did find it neat that he was text messaging with a salesperson at another store who was standing within talking range.  Of course I walked the length of the mall; every floor, every hall, just like all of the others.  Of course I lost count of the amount of times I had to retie my shoes.  And I did buy a new hat because my absolute favorite hat had an unfortunate incident with a cup of coffee.  I hope that I can get it cleaned thought because that had cannot be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my adventures at Valley View mall (not sure why the name) the morning was still afoot.  So instead of walking over to Galleria to watch folks ice skate, I decided to go over to the Northpark mall.  Quite a day, two malls that I have not been too before.  (Boy will I feel morose when I have been to every mall and have none left to explore)  This mall was quite impressive and more of a challenge than I realized.  I walked this one at least twice.  This is a good place to be, kind of.  I had a bit of trouble at the Barney's store.  This was scary, but I felt bold enough to venture into it.  Whoah, I got to shout.  I walked around the store but was only bold enough to browse the shoes and the ties.  Quite some selection and variety of the ties.  The salespeople were very nicely greeting the guests.  I was surprised but glad that I had previously purchased the replacement hat cause I would have been asked to leave with my hair.  Minus the outgoing salesfolk, this place was the epitome of all of the movies about New York and the higher fashion biz.  (Come to think of it, why don't they make a movie or TV show about Jacqueline Smith?)  They even had some funked out guy 'fashionably' wearing some hundreds or more worth of clothing and he was not a staff member either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden area at this place was quite nice, complete with some kids throwing caution into the wind and playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1884592388035736017?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1884592388035736017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1884592388035736017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1884592388035736017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1884592388035736017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/06/another.html' title='&lt;font color=#22dd99&gt;Another ....&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7074605022513498561</id><published>2007-06-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:38:49.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life, Marching</title><content type='html'>Well, I missed out on the Owa-Chito festival again this year.  I have been looking forward to it for two years (and counting).  The only things that I look forward to more are Estonia and The Shelter (I will probably not be able to go those places either).  The sad part about this is that the festival is only two hours away.  A great time is always had there; but maybe next year.  The good thing is that I do not feel remiss about not being able to attend the event.  Due to recent circumstances I am not really looking to have a good time anyway.  However, I did have a good weekend hanging out with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-What's with the rain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7074605022513498561?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7074605022513498561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7074605022513498561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7074605022513498561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7074605022513498561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-marching.html' title='&lt;font color=#11ff22&gt;Life, Marching&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3410983845817512323</id><published>2007-06-12T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:10:24.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going'/><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a bit so I though that I would add a new post.  I have not been doing a whole lot but have been trying to.  I am currently back home but moving around a bit between places.  I will be back in Fort Worth later this week and then back home.  I have been trying to find a job.  Also I have been trying to stay cool and dry.  It has been hot but still the rain keeps at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3410983845817512323?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3410983845817512323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3410983845817512323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3410983845817512323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3410983845817512323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2916863775736728981</id><published>2007-05-29T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:23:50.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>Sad Times...</title><content type='html'>Sad times abound as the title denotes.  The sad times may not end terrestrially, but always we will not here be stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows of the things, ways, and times of this world?&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not I, nor none that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;But, ther is hope and life to carry on in one that is know of.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful of that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Praying that all may know I without ceasing do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2916863775736728981?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2916863775736728981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2916863775736728981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2916863775736728981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2916863775736728981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/sad-times.html' title='Sad Times...'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1407545363216564584</id><published>2007-05-24T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:25:02.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enamor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Speculaas</title><content type='html'>Who needs &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;speculaas&lt;/span&gt; when you have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dutch windmill cookies&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the store tonight, really just taking a break from that term paper.  And as I perused the cookies I saw it.  Dutch windmill cookies.  Had to drop those other cookies and get those.  Do they taste like speculaas?  No, and I did not expect them to either.  But they taste ok and since I am not in Holland, they'll do quite nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1407545363216564584?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1407545363216564584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1407545363216564584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1407545363216564584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1407545363216564584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/speculas.html' title='&lt;font color=#c08833&gt;Speculaas&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-6404736158255040045</id><published>2007-05-23T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:42:12.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Well, Life and Stuff</title><content type='html'>So, it is a bit over a year since I graduated.  Shortly after that I hopped on out to Shelter City in Amsterdam.  Well, though I have left and returned there a few times since, I still am not.... well what I do not know.  I just know that I have not really acclimated to being back home.  Life being difficult does not seem to help matters.  I seem to think that things may be better for me back in Amsterdam.  At least at the Willemstraat you knew what to expect (whether you liked it or not).  Though things were a bit rough, I believe that I was most sure of myself while being there.  I felt like I was doing something.  Here I feel like I am just aimlessly passing time with nothing better to do than fret intermittently with disconnection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not at all sure what is soon to come for me, but the verdict is that I would rather be in Amsterdam.  (don't get me wrong, I still love Estonia and if I felt that I had a place there I would long to be there as well)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-6404736158255040045?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/6404736158255040045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=6404736158255040045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6404736158255040045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/6404736158255040045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-life-and-stuff.html' title='&lt;font color=#22ff99&gt;Well, Life and Stuff&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1864579801342962649</id><published>2007-05-22T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:42:59.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Well, What you do Know</title><content type='html'>So, well, some folks define themselves by what they believe in.  I like to define myself at times by what I do not believe in.  Sometimes this can present a tricky predicament.  This weekend I not only saw a Wii, but played it and got to know it a bit.  I have been maintaining that the Wii does not actually exist.  That nobody knows exactly what is in the box but it is some regular system with some cool input devices  There are of course display models that do not have a controller or any way to play them.  But know, having played one, I at a loss of what to do or believe.  But I think that I will still have to go with the position that the Wii does not exist.  It is easier to believe in the impossible than to change yourself anyway.  And the impossible, well, just feels comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  The sad thing about this weekend and the Wii is the occasion on which I played it.  My nephew received one for his birthday.  Now I have wanted one of these for a while cause when I first heard about it, I of course believes in its forthcoming existence.  But I have not been receiving one, whereas my nephew being 23 years my junior has one...  What a life.  Where is the justice?  (rhetorical question)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1864579801342962649?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1864579801342962649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1864579801342962649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1864579801342962649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1864579801342962649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-ddaaaaaayy.html' title='&lt;font color=#554433&gt;Well, What you do Know&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7932118617259993292</id><published>2007-05-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:44:24.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Ain't That the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://creators.com/comics/1/5384_image.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://creators.com/comics/1/5384_image.gif" alt="click for more things that they do not want you to know" width=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7932118617259993292?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7932118617259993292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7932118617259993292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7932118617259993292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7932118617259993292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/aint-that-truth.html' title='&lt;font color=#77ff22&gt;Ain&apos;t That the Truth&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-674963420624141851</id><published>2007-05-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:31:49.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Oh So Great A Day</title><content type='html'>This is another good one that I could not resist. It is both true and funny.  Now if only I could get one of those smiling gigs so I could whittle away my loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/xcelr8r/ling_funnies/Shermans_Lagoon_051507.gif" border="0" alt="click to donate to my student loan fund" width=350&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-674963420624141851?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/674963420624141851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=674963420624141851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/674963420624141851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/674963420624141851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-so-great-day.html' title='&lt;font color=#4499ee&gt;Oh So Great A Day&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n76/xcelr8r/ling_funnies/th_Shermans_Lagoon_051507.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-94077197534202428</id><published>2007-05-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:06:02.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>This is one is for all of the moms and mothers...  You'll get it in by the time you get the book joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creators.com/comics/3/4964_image.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://creators.com/comics/3/4964_image.gif" width=350 alt="now that is funny"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmsfeatures.com/tmsfeatures/servlet/com.featureserv.util.Download?file=20070513cssho-s-p.jpg&amp;code=cssho"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tmsfeatures.com/tmsfeatures/servlet/com.featureserv.util.Download?file=20070513cssho-s-p.jpg&amp;code=cssho" width=350 alt="now that is funny"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-94077197534202428?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/94077197534202428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=94077197534202428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/94077197534202428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/94077197534202428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/adieu.html' title='&lt;font color=#cc4433&gt;Adieu&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7454009630401683979</id><published>2007-05-10T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:53:57.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Now I Know</title><content type='html'>It happened to me today.  At supper I had to wait a bit for the rice to become fully cooked.  The significance you might ask? (well if you actually read this then you would)  Many times have people had to wait for my rice and in some circumstances other goodies from me.  This evening the shoe was on the other foot and so I walked a mile in that shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about me.  Check out this pic.  This is space saving to the third degree.  I thought that those Dutch had the corner on space saving on the real estate but Korea is  dogging them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ybmecc.co.kr/sub/pic/451_IMG_6253.JPG"&gt;See me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7454009630401683979?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7454009630401683979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7454009630401683979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7454009630401683979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7454009630401683979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-i-know.html' title='&lt;font color=#ff5533&gt;Now I Know&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2638965119281806821</id><published>2007-05-08T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:20:29.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>rahulolev</title><content type='html'>This is what I should be.  I must work on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to be this in all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;sihip&amp;auml;rane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2638965119281806821?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2638965119281806821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2638965119281806821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2638965119281806821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2638965119281806821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/rahulolev.html' title='&lt;font color=#004433&gt;rahulolev&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7780038367270034796</id><published>2007-05-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:24:46.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>This is a good post from a local blogger.  It relates the unique struggles of those who live in and care for Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startelegram.typepad.com/cowtown_kingpin/2007/05/the_curse_of_ov.html"&gt;Read On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7780038367270034796?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7780038367270034796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7780038367270034796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7780038367270034796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7780038367270034796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/enjoy.html' title='&lt;font color=#2299ff&gt;Enjoy&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-8693945798800876950</id><published>2007-05-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:30:38.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'> Names..</title><content type='html'>This was pretty cool so I had nothing better to do.  Cause I have nothing better to do.  It is a funny one and it also reminds me of a Get Fuzzy from a few years back.  Names can be cool and a nuisance if you let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com//comics/luann/archive/images/luann2007366580503.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.comics.com//comics/luann/archive/images/luann2007366580503.gif' width=350 alt='more clicky = more largey'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-8693945798800876950?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/8693945798800876950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=8693945798800876950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8693945798800876950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8693945798800876950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/names.html' title='&lt;font color=#dd1199&gt; Names..&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-8483696446828921238</id><published>2007-05-02T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:47:40.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Butterflies = God is Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rjk-ri4mk_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5Uv9EW5_Cc/s1600-h/butterfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rjk-ri4mk_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5Uv9EW5_Cc/s400/butterfly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060144574146974706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this may seem like an odd topic to peruse.  Especially since I should be studying for the midterm that I have in the morning.  Fortunately, I am not &lt;s&gt;worshiping &lt;/s&gt;watching Idol like a lot of other folks.  I am deciding to blog about the greatness of our Lord.  Of course, I would rather study or watch paint dry than that Idol thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies, most people like them.  In fact, the environment is full of them right now.  All kinds of butterflies are all over the place around this neck of the woods.  However, some big storm rolled through town a bit earlier.  The wind gusted up to about 70 mph or so, higher in some places.  As such, trees were blown over and apart.  Mailboxes gained temporary flight status and some trailers were blown off of the highway.  Also, some houses lost their roofs.  But, as we all know, the caterpillar cocoons himself in the beginning of spring.  They bond the tip of themselves rather tightly to whatever surface they happen upon.  I was amazed after some of the storms last week at how the cocooned caterpillar was still attached and undamaged.  But even more so I am amazed after this storm.  The wind blew quite hard.  Water was blown into the house through any small crevice.  But the butterfly in waiting is still firmly attached.  The Lord is wonderful.  Butterflies are quite beautiful.  And God has made them such that even the high winds do not keep the cocooned caterpillar from not fulfilling its task.  God put some amazingly strong bonding action into the cocooning process of the caterpillar.  It is only attached in a very small area and the rest of the cocoon hangs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God provides richly for the butterflies.  How much then do you think that He will provide for us, whom God also created?  The caterpillar trusts its instinct and cocoons itself and then becomes a butterfly even through the bitterest of storms.  We, sometimes leave off of this simple thinking to trust in ourselves.  We know exactly where this has gotten us.  On the other hand, trusting in God gets us riches that we cannot even measure.  Like the butterfly.  We still trust God to provide us with beautiful butterflies, and He does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-8483696446828921238?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/8483696446828921238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=8483696446828921238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8483696446828921238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/8483696446828921238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/butterflies-god-is-cool.html' title='&lt;font color=#114865&gt;Butterflies = God is Cool&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rjk-ri4mk_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5Uv9EW5_Cc/s72-c/butterfly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5889289291868770754</id><published>2007-05-01T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:36:27.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Still in Doubt</title><content type='html'>This is a pretty cool video.  This life that we live is so great.  So great that even rejected game ideas for a system that is just an urban legend is still cool.  So, check it out, then laugh, but above all remember that the Wii is just a myth.  Also remember that some folks think that video games and anything else video are the ruin of society, and if they had their way they would be gone.  Then what would we do?  And if the people on the other end have their way, we will be up a creek that we do not own anymore without a paddle in a leaky boat.  So, just live life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livevideo.com/video/726CC4FC207D42798456B47FD429530C/rejected-wii-games.aspx"&gt;The makers of this video do not assert that Wii is a reality.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5889289291868770754?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5889289291868770754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5889289291868770754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5889289291868770754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5889289291868770754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-in-doubt.html' title='&lt;font color=#4489aa&gt;Still in Doubt&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2631568191516463933</id><published>2007-04-29T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:30:52.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>More Things</title><content type='html'>Might as well talk about Gullible Warning.  Cause that is what it is.  But that not being the point.  Normally I would just point out such things and then move on.  But I feel like sidestepping my problems so I will then concentrate on a made-up problem.  Someone else has conveniently made-up a problem for me that most folks are versed with.    That saves me from creating one that nobody would understand anyway.  Enjoy another Fuzzy episode.  Just remember, Fuzzy harped on telemarketers back in the day as well.  And just look, they call less and stuff cause we have more technology or whatever.  So maybe one day we will have more technology to block out the annoying wolf cries about Global Uncooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007042261849.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007042261849.jpg' width=350 alt='click to turn on all of the lights in the internet'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the Quote:&lt;br /&gt;"My problems. Well let's just not worry about my problems."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2631568191516463933?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2631568191516463933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2631568191516463933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2631568191516463933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2631568191516463933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-things.html' title='&lt;font color=#2299ff&gt;More Things&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3464978070755372544</id><published>2007-04-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:01:49.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><title type='text'>Ding Dong the Duck is Dead</title><content type='html'>Sorry if you are offended by the title.  Just strikes me as odd.  Where I went to school the local duck outshined the schools mascot.  Everyone knew the duck but not everyone knew the mascot.  In fact, articles have even been written in the paper about the duck.  I could say more but I will silence in memoriam of the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok  that darn global warming, while ridiculous, is quite funny.  Here are some pointers for Al Gore and Sheryl Crow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007458220426.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007458220426.gif' width=350 alt='clicky'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my response to whatever they come up with after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007036657427.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007036657427.gif' width=350 alt='large more click'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3464978070755372544?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3464978070755372544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3464978070755372544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3464978070755372544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3464978070755372544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/ding-dong-duck-is-dead.html' title='&lt;font color=#004433&gt;Ding Dong the Duck is Dead&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-4135632344784926256</id><published>2007-04-25T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:58:37.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><title type='text'>So Long</title><content type='html'>Going to miss you, Mars Global Surveyor.  It has been a good decade with you.  But unfortunately I hear that a good thing cannot last forever.  I guess that is good news for me.  Too many Mars crafts have been lost.  Furthermore, way too many due to human error.  I mean come on folks!  Especially after the metric/standard thing you could have pulled your heads out of the clouds.  But I guess not.  Well, there are still more crafts in and around Mars believe it or not.  Maybe they upgrade their Scientist OS and keep these things from happening.  NASA has been having a lot of personnel problems lately.  Well, if you had hired me, then things might not be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2006/11/21/mgs_ss.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check the above link out if you wish.  I was trying to put a picture in but blog systems (not just this one) seem to be having some major problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-4135632344784926256?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/4135632344784926256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=4135632344784926256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4135632344784926256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/4135632344784926256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-long.html' title='&lt;font color=#dd4433&gt;So Long&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-2718302754847805049</id><published>2007-04-24T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:32:13.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Another Day to Bee Happy</title><content type='html'>It would appear that something unfortunate is happening to the North American bee population.  They seem to not be returning to their hives.  Some are even dying off.  Currently undecided is where to place the blame.  Some blame cell phones.  I guess just because it is in the news as killing people off too.  Scientists call this one quite a bogus guess.  Another guess is adverse affects from feeding the bees corn syrup.  Which is exactly the stuff that is in half of the foods that are consumed in North America.  Coincidently enough, this stuff may be killing off people as well.  Scientists are also unsure as to this being the cause due to the fact that bees fed a normal diet exhibit affects as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nobody can find an avenue to place the blame, I will assign it.  &lt;b&gt;Global Warming!&lt;/b&gt;  Yes, it is that simple.  &lt;b&gt;Global Warming&lt;/b&gt; is to blame for what has been happening to the poor, slaved-out bees in North America.  It is not a strike due to outsourcing some honey operations to 3rd World Countries.  It is &lt;b&gt;Global Warming&lt;/b&gt; which is to blame for every weather pattern.  Since we are placing blame, the Stars lost last night due to &lt;b&gt;Global Warming.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that simple folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out.  Another funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2091644070424.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com/comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2091644070424.gif" width=350 alt="click for largerness"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-2718302754847805049?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/2718302754847805049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=2718302754847805049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2718302754847805049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/2718302754847805049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-day-to-bee-happy.html' title='&lt;font color=#997733&gt;Another Day to Bee Happy&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7395768405393344331</id><published>2007-04-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:26:19.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Funny Sunday Cont.</title><content type='html'>Sunday is a good day for some folks to go to church.  That is the old.  Lately the place to go is the Buddhist Temple.  It is a great place to hang out with and meet Cambodians.  Whereas they do not have a regular weekly service events do occasionally occur.  Today was a memorial service of sorts.  I am not sure if it has a particular label or not.  But it was the 100-day celebration of death of a person.  Folks just came together to have a good time and some good food (sounds quite Baptist actually).  It was a great time, learned some stuff.  And, the Temple was open again with more of the monks chanting.  No incense this time though, maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7395768405393344331?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7395768405393344331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7395768405393344331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7395768405393344331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7395768405393344331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-sunday-cont.html' title='&lt;font color=#bb4822&gt;A Funny Sunday Cont.&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-1396009377774631750</id><published>2007-04-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:15:30.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>A Funny Sunday</title><content type='html'>Not so much sunshine outside today.  But there is plenty inside the Society pages of the paper.  I have below placed a few excerpts that exemplify certain great aspects of this that we term as life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first will relate why it is not good to converse with cats.  Not because they are ornery but because of the language barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007042261842.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com//comics/getfuzzy/archive/images/getfuzzy2007042261842.jpg" width=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bring out the thesaurus.  The duck responds to what the pig said, not what he meant.  Love it.  Of course I probably will not love it so much when I get around to taking Semantics and Pragmatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/images/pearls2007042261842.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com/comics/pearls/archive/images/pearls2007042261842.jpg" width=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-1396009377774631750?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/1396009377774631750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=1396009377774631750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1396009377774631750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/1396009377774631750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-sunday.html' title='&lt;font color=#bb4422&gt;A Funny Sunday&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-5570494270291370769</id><published>2007-04-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:42:04.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Math is Important Afterall</title><content type='html'>Without the joys of math, Drabble would not have been able to determine that his 30 minutes would be better spent on the couch.  Drink life up to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/drabble/archive/images/drabble2091643070417.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.comics.com/comics/drabble/archive/images/drabble2091643070417.gif' width=350 alt='click me for more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-5570494270291370769?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/5570494270291370769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=5570494270291370769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5570494270291370769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/5570494270291370769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/math-is-important-afterall.html' title='&lt;font color=#4489aa&gt;Math is Important Afterall&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-7775508132684188088</id><published>2007-04-16T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:07:25.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplative'/><title type='text'>Mas New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that the new year just keeps popping up.  What is the deal with that?&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone just celebrate it on a different day cause that's how it turned out?  Or is it something more sinister?  Ethnocentrism.  Does everyone just want to be different as in better?  Each group would claim to have the rights on the new year.  Since the new year is abstract and man-made then should not the ones who invented the scheme then determine the start date.  And as such, there would only be one proper New Year on the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and to the point.  Yesterday I, along with many others, went to the local Buddhist Temple to celebrate the Cambodian New Year.  We had a great time.  This is the kind of New Year celebration that the rest of us would have if the new year were in spring.  We had music, popular Cambodian of course, food, more food, incense, so much that you had trouble breathing even outdoors, and yes even chanting and the like.  The chanting was broadcast so it provided a nice backdrop to the event.  There was a new shrine (a mausoleum) and some other shrines set up for the event.  Also, there was a large Buddha, though construction not quite complete.  Away from the temple buildings was where the real celebration was; the afore mentioned food and music.  Lots of folks, not just Cambodians, were having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good times.  Though the new year celebration is passed, I will be spending more time at the temple.  Maybe more fun can be had and some new friends made.  Also, I may figure out those chants and gain some enlightenment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-7775508132684188088?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/7775508132684188088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=7775508132684188088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7775508132684188088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/7775508132684188088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/mas-new-year.html' title='&lt;font color=#ee2211&gt;Mas New Year&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719948.post-3129748458042532059</id><published>2007-04-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:55:02.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>More of Funny</title><content type='html'>Here is some more taylor-made funny.  It seems that these days this is all that I have.  Unless you consider how Imus was dealt with, but then funny is about the only thing that is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruthanne is at it again with her inquisitions.  However, our language is at its best again as well as our own 'training.'  It makes sense to 'us.' But not to those of us who are in-tune like Ruthanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creators.com/comics/5/4407_image.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://creators.com/comics/5/4407_image.gif" alt="click for more large" width=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just could not resist this one.  Engineers of course rule and all that stuff.  If you do not understand...   Do not forget to aspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.comics.com//comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2007036657413.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comics.com//comics/dilbert/archive/images/dilbert2007036657413.gif" alt="click for less small" width=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719948-3129748458042532059?l=wes54.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/feeds/3129748458042532059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719948&amp;postID=3129748458042532059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3129748458042532059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719948/posts/default/3129748458042532059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wes54.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-of-funny.html' title='&lt;font color=#997733&gt;More of Funny&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07762661127089655234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mrqbRHol7_g/Rg8tQqZuU0I/AAAAAAAAABw/lhB4xt_mmE4/s400/selfp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
