<?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-1062822972853745253</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:31:04.529-06:00</updated><category term='ranting'/><category term='a slice of my life'/><category term='blue skies'/><category term='first of the month look back'/><category term='drunken report'/><category term='library typing'/><category term='nothing to do post'/><category term='a revaluation'/><category term='recorded thoughts'/><category term='moods of life'/><category term='afternoon bliss'/><category term='booze talk'/><category term='morning post'/><category term='late night bliss'/><category term='text message post'/><title type='text'>sundaymarsnet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-940066778323814648</id><published>2010-04-22T14:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:11:06.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieses Blog wurde verschoben.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       Dieses Blog befindet sich nun unter http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       Sie werden in 30 Sekunden automatisch weitergeleitet oder können dazu &lt;a href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/'&gt;hier&lt;/a&gt; klicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Wenn Sie ein Feed-Abonnent sind, aktualisieren Sie Ihr Feed-Abonnement bitte auf&lt;br /&gt;       http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-940066778323814648?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/' title='Dieses Blog wurde verschoben.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/940066778323814648/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=940066778323814648' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/940066778323814648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/940066778323814648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2010/04/dieses-blog-wurde-verschoben.html' title='Dieses Blog wurde verschoben.'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7497295274501430376</id><published>2010-02-01T08:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:49:04.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>like a good neighbor</title><content type='html'>Good morning! The sun is shining bright in the sky and the computer lab is mostly emptied, but that is a huge contrast to the amount of people here waiting in the line just outside of the glass-walled computer lab. They are not waiting to use the computers, but to speak with someone about this or that. I believe most have come to discuss issues with their unemployment claims. I cannot speak for the rest. All of the chairs are full and people are standing up in the back of the room. There are only two people at the desks so the process is slow. I am here to listen to people from State Farm speak. I have been told that there will be a large group to hear them speak. With thirty minutes left until the person from State Farm speak, there is only one person standing by the door to the room where a State Farm representative will speak. I keep looking over my shoulders to see if I should just go inside and take a seat. I will do so in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main roads were all clear so the commute here was not that bad. The sun is shining bright. There were parts of the driveway leading to the bus stop that were iced over from the ice and snow that fell on Friday and Saturday. I took some pictures this past weekend. It felt good to be back into photographing life with my old digital camera. I used my cellphone on some photos as well. It actually takes better quality pictures than my old digital camera. I may have to enhance the photos a bit, but they are still quality-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night without even meaning to do so, I watched &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Am&amp;#233;lie&lt;/span&gt;. It felt really good watching it. I feel ever more encouraged to become a linguist. I even had a dream where I discussed my fascinaation with foreign languages to someone. So I will become a linguist. But back to &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Am&amp;#233;lie&lt;/span&gt;. I never realized how much I really enjoy watching this film. I could go on and on about various aspects of this remarkable film, but I shall leave it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starting to sit down in the room. I must get a seat. Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Eggshell" by Autechre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7497295274501430376?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7497295274501430376/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7497295274501430376' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7497295274501430376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7497295274501430376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2010/02/fros.html' title='like a good neighbor'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3065778401035191914</id><published>2009-12-16T07:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:37:05.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>making musical sounds with the voice</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed last night. I practiced in a small ensemble of people. The song choice was good. The person leading the group commented on how I have a great voice. We are set to sing in front of everyone this Sunday morning. Am I nervous? Well actually not. If I was to be singing alone, then I would be nervous, but since it is a group, everything seems fine. I was in choir and we would perform before large crowds. It was fun. I was even in two musical productions (one of which I had a solo part). I do enjoy singing. I think that everyone has the potential to be a great singer. The problem lies is that people tend to lack confidence in themselves or the person may try to sing out of their range and then just give up in frustration. The key is to keep going and find out what works for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Good Enough" by Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3065778401035191914?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3065778401035191914/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3065778401035191914' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3065778401035191914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3065778401035191914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-musical-sounds-per-vox-vocis.html' title='making musical sounds with the voice'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5976082637709436473</id><published>2009-12-11T07:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:35:24.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>frosting over the ground</title><content type='html'>I walked outside just before the sun rose and saw that the sky was mostly cloudy. I could see the moon and a few other stars (their constellations I could not make out). I surveyed the surrounding, taking in the frost covered ground and windshields. I quickly went back inside to escape the cold. A few minutes later, wearing my coat, I walked to the bus stop. The sky had lightened a bit since the sun was about to appear from over the horizon. There were clouds about, but not much. No worries of snow flurries or freezing rain in my humble opinion. The landscape sparkled with frost. Small cloud formations appeared around my face as I hurried to catch the bus. My keys in my pocket and my headphones plugged into my ears to listen to music. And moments after I stepped to the bus stop, I could see the Highland bus turning left onto Lascassas Pike. I welcomed the warmth as I stepped onto the bus. After placing a dollar bill into the fare box, I took my seat and watched the frost covered grass pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Don't Stop Believin'" by Lea Michele &amp; Cory Monteith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5976082637709436473?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5976082637709436473/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5976082637709436473' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5976082637709436473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5976082637709436473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/12/frosting-over-ground.html' title='frosting over the ground'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2554952881296546116</id><published>2009-12-01T07:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:41:22.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brightness on the first</title><content type='html'>last night, i was so excited about seeing Orion rising in the east, that I grabbed my cup of herbal tea and looked at the stars outside. It was cold and I was really tired. I do not even remember reading a bit of Jean-Paul Sartre's &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Nausea&lt;/span&gt; before passing out into a deep sleep. I was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night, Michael and I went to the pet store called Fins and Fur. The cashier guy was very helpful as he gave us helpful tips on feeding our cats. He even gave us free cat food for our cats to sample. I cannot even remember the names of the food, but they were the wet food variety. The cats really enjoyed the food. They ate all of it and this morning, I began feeding them the new food. They loved it. I will have to get the name of the foods because I had not heard of them prior to our visit to Fins and Fur. You will not find these at your local Walmart (spearking of which)...I was at Walmart the other day and I noticed that they have stopped selling tofu. And why? It does not matter, I buy my groceries at Kroger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning is great. The weather was cold and as I walked to work, I noticed the "sea" of frost on top of the grass. I should have worn a hat. Perhaps it will be warm enough for me to eat lunch outside. I eating couscous with tofu. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"1901" by Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2554952881296546116?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2554952881296546116/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2554952881296546116' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2554952881296546116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2554952881296546116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/12/brightness-on-first.html' title='brightness on the first'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6510274976736646710</id><published>2009-11-30T07:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:56:15.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>probably related to dreary</title><content type='html'>Good morning as the rain is frizzling all around. Wait, is frizzle even a word? &lt;span class="italicText"&gt;fry or grill with a sizzling noise&lt;/span&gt;...actually drizzle...&lt;span class="italicText"&gt;[light rain falling in very fine drops. probably based on Old English dr&lt;span style="text-decoration: overline;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;osan [to fall,] of Germanic origin; probably related to dreary.]&lt;/span&gt;. I digress though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is another work week and all is full with rain this day and rain. My socks are wait. I always hate it when I start the day with wet socks. What can you do though? I did enjoy the weekend though. Yesterday, Michael and I cleaned the computer room and we were quite impressed with the outcome. We took many breaks so as not to wear out ourselves. So the room looks great now. We ate homemade Eggplant Parmesan while watching an episode of &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Noah's Arc&lt;/span&gt;. In one scene, Noah is trying to figure out if this guy he likes is gay (Wade) based on his apartment (i.e. cd collection, movies, books, etc.) So I begin thinking about my apartment and what I have. I have a poster of the periodic table hanging behind my desk, a display of Pixar toys on a shelf, and most of my books are geared towards mathematics and science. So what reading would I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should I mention this morning? Oh yes, I have decided to learn Latin in addition to learning Japanese and French. While riding the bus to work, I read about the verbs and the concept of aspect...a grammatical category or form that expresses the way in which time is denoted by the verb. So the perfect tense (or what is known as the past tense) is actually considered in the present timeline because as of right now the emphasis is in the fact that the action has been completed (as in he went to the store). It is fun to learn and it is yet another foray for me to continue my study of linguistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Hitoribocchi ha Yameta" [Quit Being Alone] by Akiko Yano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6510274976736646710?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6510274976736646710/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6510274976736646710' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6510274976736646710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6510274976736646710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/11/probably-related-to-dreary.html' title='probably related to dreary'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1574603135040795681</id><published>2009-11-23T07:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:34:14.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>angry wrists should not type, but should they sparkle?</title><content type='html'>My right wrist has been bothering me all weekend long. Well most of Saturday. It calmed down on Sunday, but this morning, it was back to being bothersome again. I must have slept on it wrong somehow. I shall keep it by itself today and type with one hand. It is actually quite fun to let my other hand glide over the keys as I find the right words to express my inner thoughts. Using the mouse is a bit of a challenge though. I should have worn a brace for my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; for the first time this weekend and I actually liked it. I know that it was a bit of a slow pace, but it kind of fit the whole mood of the movie. Lots of pale blue scenery and an abundance of rain. I am still baffled by the fact that the vampires will sparkle in the sunlight with nifty sound effects. I suppose I should read the books and then watch the newly released &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. Then I can get a better feel for the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Meet Me on the Equinox" by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1574603135040795681?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1574603135040795681/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1574603135040795681' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1574603135040795681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1574603135040795681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/11/angry-wrists-should-not-type.html' title='angry wrists should not type, but should they sparkle?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-534858370481871753</id><published>2009-11-15T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:02:50.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning bliss</title><content type='html'>Sunday mornings are usually very calming for me. The quiet nature is soothing. The sun is in the sky. The cats are sprawled out on the floor. I gave the guinea pigs a carrot to keep them quiet. I'm sipping on grape juice spiked with ginger ale. Last night, Michael and I had a few people over for game night. We played Sorry. The game ended with no clear winner as we really did not play by the rules. My sister and her fianc&amp;#233; had to leave. Jeremy and I made a stop at the local wine store. I was a little toasted so the night seems to be a blur. It reminds me of one of those dreams I normally have where I am having a great time, but since my mind is all foggy, I am not all quite there. A few minutes after returning from the store, I went to bed. Now I sit here in reflection of the evening and the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday mornings are always great because they serve as a mid point to everything else it seems...a point to relax and breath and take in the events of the past week and think about the upcoming week. Earlier this morning, I watched the &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Mt. Head&lt;/span&gt;. In a few minutes, I shall watch &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Das Rad&lt;/span&gt;. Both were nominated for the Academy Award for Animated Short Film in 2003. A beautiful morning for relaxation and calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Just Say Yes" by Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-534858370481871753?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/534858370481871753/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=534858370481871753' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/534858370481871753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/534858370481871753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-morning-bliss.html' title='sunday morning bliss'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6211359964214667875</id><published>2009-11-12T09:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:24:32.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming in French</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting dream this morning. I was at some sort of cafe with Michael. I went to the counter to pay for the meal we just ate. While at the counter, the two cashiers were speaking in French. I did not understand what they were saying. As I was filling out the receipt, I kept writing the wrong number and so I had to constantly erase and rewrite. While I was in the midst of writing on the receipt, the two cashiers left and then another two cashiers showed up (the first two were male and this second pair were female). They spoke in French. Then the other two cashiers came back to replace the second pair of cashiers. This time, they spoke a few words in English before returning to their conversation in French. I asked them how did they learn English. I told them how I know a little French and I said, "Je m'appelle Timmy" (if memory serves me). Then the alarm clock woke me from going any further than that. I always enjoy it when I have dreams where people are speaking foreign languages. If only I knew what they were saying. C'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Meet Me Halfway" by The Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6211359964214667875?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6211359964214667875/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6211359964214667875' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6211359964214667875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6211359964214667875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming-in-french.html' title='dreaming in French'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-206501841210819673</id><published>2009-11-09T07:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:36:27.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an attempt at catching up</title><content type='html'>Good morning. I went outside to look at the stars, but I only saw Jupiter and that was barely for it was somewhat cloudy. I have noticed the growing population of slugs that congregate by the side of my apartment. I suppose the cool evenings do not bother them. I find snails and slugs fascinating. My aquarium is full of snails. They have been reproducing rapidly. Michael and I plan on getting some assassin snails to keep the population under control. It will be neat because then there will be a variety of snails in the tank thus adding to the variety of life in the aquarium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I grabbed my umbrella before leaving the apartment. It was cloudy. I did not want to be caught outside if it rains. I checked the forecast and there is a chance of rain sat for tomorrow. After then, days of very little cloud cover and lots of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have updated my journal for the last portion of the week. There were two major shootings...on Wednesday, an MTA bus pulled into the parking lot of a gas station with police vehicles around...earlier that day, a body was found in a burning dumpster at an apartment complex. Strange news all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that will be all for now. I must begin work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Green Eyed Love (Classixx Remix)" by Mayer Hawthorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-206501841210819673?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/206501841210819673/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=206501841210819673' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/206501841210819673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/206501841210819673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/11/attempt-at-catching-up.html' title='an attempt at catching up'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5673609549546385190</id><published>2009-11-02T20:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:56:13.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>waltzing through the evening</title><content type='html'>i feel exhausted, but exhausted in a good way though. After work, I walked around Walmart and was very shocked to see that it was nearly dark when Michael and I left for PetSmart. We ate dinner at Marinas on the Square. The food was wonderful as usual. It was dark when we arrived home. I checked the mail and saw an advertisement for World Market. Their food section makes me think of the Whole Foods in Nashville. We watched an episode of &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; and then I went outside to star gaze. It has become a new thing for me to do in the evenings. Jupiter is in the sky along with Vega and others. So many...I feel so exhausted. Words cannot fully explain the day I had. I shall go to bed now and get some rest. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"The Eraser" by Thom Yorke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5673609549546385190?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5673609549546385190/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5673609549546385190' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5673609549546385190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5673609549546385190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/11/waltzing-through-evening.html' title='waltzing through the evening'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4519384127853392182</id><published>2009-11-01T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:29:45.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a special, delicate creation</title><content type='html'>i enjoyed going outside to gaze up at the stars. Actually I spotted the moon and Jupiter with no problems and using a star guide, I was having great difficulty trying to figure out the rest and then I pointed out Vega followed by Deneb and Altair. Later I went outside and was quickly able to point out the Pleiades and Cassiopeia. I enjoy stargazing. Michael made me hot cocoa and I sat outside on my favorite blanket (decorated with stars and other objects in the sky) drinking hot cocoa and enjoying my lovely evening. It was ten years ago that I first studied Astronomy. So it makes perfect sense for me to enjoy stargazing. Wow! Life is very interesting, isn't it? Anyhow, I should be in bed now. It is getting late and I have to wake up early for work. I am tempted to go back outside to take one more quick look at the stars. I am obsessed. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"The Eraser" by Thom Yorke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4519384127853392182?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4519384127853392182/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4519384127853392182' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4519384127853392182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4519384127853392182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-delicate-creation.html' title='a special, delicate creation'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-199570248589515972</id><published>2009-10-31T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:54:50.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>middle of weekend</title><content type='html'>I have always enjoyed the middle of the weekend. A whole day of relaxation has past and yet there is one more day ahead. It serves as a sort of midpoint as if you are on top of some mountain overlooking everything. For me, I breathe calmly and am able to enjoy my relaxing slumber throughout the night. I think of myself folding clothes as I take them out of the dryer or perhaps even hanging them to dry outside if it is not raining. A sip of orange juice means so much more to me and everything seems great as I reflect upon my past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"The Eraser" by Thom Yorke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-199570248589515972?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/199570248589515972/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=199570248589515972' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/199570248589515972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/199570248589515972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/middle-of-weekend.html' title='middle of weekend'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5637565209289948621</id><published>2009-10-29T18:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:43:45.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>viewing the sky</title><content type='html'>i went outside to look up at the stars, but it is cloudy. so i will wait a full minutes. well it is mostly cloudly, so i can see the moon and what appears to be Jupiter. Darn, if only I had not ended my subscription to Astronomy magazine. I would be able to get the star chart that comes with each issue. Wait, perhaps I can find a free one that I can easily print out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;(five minutes later)&lt;/span&gt;....ok I finally found one and I have it printing out now. I had planned on going outside to watch the sky around 8, so this is a perfect time to do so. I found the map at &lt;a href="http://www.skymaps.com/downloads.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.skymaps.com/downloads.html&lt;/a&gt;. I enjoy the fact that you can see Jupiter as it appears close to the moon. Well here's to viewing more of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"In the Waiting Line" by Zero 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5637565209289948621?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5637565209289948621/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5637565209289948621' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5637565209289948621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5637565209289948621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/viewing-sky.html' title='viewing the sky'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3140996664431052292</id><published>2009-10-22T21:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:08:24.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>evening tea time 04: just thinking about the day</title><content type='html'>I am ready for bed. I just enjoyed a nice warm cup of relaxing tea and I am just reflecting over my day. Work was nowhere to be as Photoshop caused my computer to crash and my monitor kept turning off for no reason (well thanks to the cord in the back...so I suppose that is the reason). Still, I did enjoy eating lunch outside. I ate a mixture of rice, broccoli, and tofu. It has been getting warmer outside. It is not even cold whenever I walk to the bus stop and I am very happy that in the mornings, I have been leisurely walking to the bus stop instead of my usual dash. Those were always exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Michael and I walked around Lowe's and we were very impressed with their Christmas selection. We were in total awe! As we checked out in the garden center, a few mosquito decided to bother us. We then ate at the Marina's on the Square and I must say that that place is always wonderful. We ordered a combo which consisted of stuffed shells, baked ziti, and eggplant parmesan. As we were leaving, I thought about how much I really do like downtown Murfreesboro. I remember the many times I would hang out at this one place (was it called Sebastian's?) back in 2002. Also there was that big march from MTSU to the court house in 2003. Oh yeah and hanging out at (well I do not remember the name...was it Bluesboro? it has a different name and there is a blue rooster there)...I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to brush my teeth and get into bed. A great way to end the day. Good night all. (well by the time I actually post this entry, it will be much later as I am just typing away at my computer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Destiny" by Zero 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3140996664431052292?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3140996664431052292/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3140996664431052292' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3140996664431052292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3140996664431052292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/evening-tea-time-04-just-thinking-about.html' title='evening tea time 04: just thinking about the day'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6311958954344322259</id><published>2009-10-20T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:05:15.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice break</title><content type='html'>what am i doing now? oh yeas, i have a slight break from digitizing images so that someone can prepare a list for me. i have not updated in a few days, so i will do so now. i had a great weekend. it was terribly cold outside, but it will be much colder in the coming months. i wonder if i should continue watering my outdoor plants or just let them wither for the autumn. actually they are growing well. I had a terrible headache this morning. It was bothering my right eye. I really did not want to get out of bed. I eventually did and took some Ibuprofen. So as I rode the bus to work, my headache was slowly going away. I have enjoyed eating lunch outside since the weather is getting warmer outside. I think that is all I shall write now. I may have another entry later this evening while I enjoy my nightly cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"The Fixer/Johnny Guitar" by Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6311958954344322259?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6311958954344322259/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6311958954344322259' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6311958954344322259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6311958954344322259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-break.html' title='a nice break'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3348244763463668575</id><published>2009-10-15T20:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:09:54.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>evening tea time 03: are you going to the revival?</title><content type='html'>I am so tired. I want to write a journal entry, but I feel so tired. I need to sleep. It has been a good day. It rained during the morning, but it was cloudy when I on my break. Whenever I get tired, my mind becomes very cloudy. I rode the bus home from work. As I boarded the bus, this guy asked me if I was headed to the revival. Strange because he used the definite article "the" as opposed to the indefinite article "a" and it really puzzled me. I am too tired to finish my tea this evening, so I will head off to bed. Perhaps I may even have a dream about this "revival" about which that guy had spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Fix Me Now" by Garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3348244763463668575?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3348244763463668575/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3348244763463668575' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3348244763463668575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3348244763463668575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/evening-tea-time-02-are-you-going-to.html' title='evening tea time 03: are you going to the revival?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1041791171613386304</id><published>2009-10-13T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:09:33.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>evening tea time 02: reflection of light sources</title><content type='html'>i am about to have my evening tea. it has become a ritual for me lately. i drink my evening tea as i type an entry onto my laptop...this entry will make its way onto my online journal the following day. that is how it works. oh yes and i cannot leave out my afternoon snack of a good peanut butter and strawberry jam (all natural of course) along with a cup of soy milk. i feel great about eating healthy. every morning, i enjoy a green smoothie (kale greens, bananas, an apple, ground flax seed, and of course water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about that though. it is raining outside this evening. it is a light rain. i cannot hear it as i sit inside the comfort of my apartment, but the streets are all wet and reflecting the many light sources. it would be a great time to take photos. i especially enjoy taking night photographs in the rain. you can control the lighting via the exposure (please do use a tripod). you get a lot of great reflectivity from the many lights as the water...well you get the picture. there was one night when i was walking around at night taking pictures when it was really foggy. i captured some really good pictures. i should do that more often. there was this one evening when there was an abundance of snow and i was too tired to go out and take pictures. i missed my chance. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am about to go to bed. i am feeling very sleepy. though my glass of tea is still somewhat full. i know! i will play minesweeper for a few minutes and then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Vow" by Garbage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1041791171613386304?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1041791171613386304/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1041791171613386304' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1041791171613386304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1041791171613386304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/evening-tea-time.html' title='evening tea time 02: reflection of light sources'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7546297320607304309</id><published>2009-10-12T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:30:36.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>standing on the cliff as i begin my exploration of the infinite abyss</title><content type='html'>I watched a scene from Garden State and it was very helpful to me. All this time I have been lying stagnant thinking about what I could have done or how much I miss this and that (I find myself in that frame a lot), but it is time for me to wake up and explore the infinite abyss. The world is everchanging. Today while at work I was listening to various songs from 1992-1996 and the various sons reminded me of me growth at various stages of my life (The only constant is change). It made me think of how greatful I am to have had those experiences to enrich my life and how much is waiting for me. I just need to climb aboard the boat at the foot of the infinite abyss and explore. But first I shall take one small glance back at where I have gone and smile. Smile with the knowledge that I will look back upon thisd point in time as an awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Oda oya [Boyd's Vocal Mix]" by Ola Jugan and His Ancestral Rhythms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Caf&amp;#233; De Flora [Charles Webster's Latin Lovers Mix]" by Doctor Rockit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7546297320607304309?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7546297320607304309/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7546297320607304309' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7546297320607304309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7546297320607304309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/standing-on-cliff-as-i-begin-my.html' title='standing on the cliff as i begin my exploration of the infinite abyss'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4825848129812495416</id><published>2009-10-09T06:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:38:46.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and the bus misses me</title><content type='html'>I missed the first bus this morning. Actually the first bus missed me. I was waiting on the side of the road on 96. As the bus approached me, I walked more toward the road (there are no sidewalks) and I thought that the bus was slowing down. Well it did not and the bus continued traveling down 96 with me chasing it. I tried to catch up to it, but failed. So now I am back inside writing this entry which will be posted sometime today. I have only made the first bus once in the last two weeks (though today is not my fault). I do have to say that it is dark outside, but I was standing underneath a streetlight. Now I do not drive, so I do not know if standing underneath a streetlight warrants being seen by drivers passing by. I do not have that perspective. But still. I always like getting to work well I need to get going so that I do not miss the 02nd bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"I Wish" Franka Potenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4825848129812495416?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4825848129812495416/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4825848129812495416' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4825848129812495416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4825848129812495416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-bus-misses-me.html' title='and the bus misses me'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2426351029736489339</id><published>2009-10-08T21:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:09:06.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>evening tea time 01: Sleepytime Extra tea for my mind</title><content type='html'>Good evening, I should be in bed now. I just enjoy typing away at my computer and it just hit me that even though I have been updating in October, none of the posts are seen by people and that is because I need to switch the code on the main page to show the October entries. So I shall do that in the morning (as well as post this entry online). I am just happy that I made it to the bus stop on time this morning. I was running like crazy. Had I missed that bus, I would have just waited 20 or so minutes for the next bus. I was at the stop and a few minutes later, the bus arrived. It was still dark outside. Yes...it will be dark outside when I catch the morning bus. Have you ever had this feeling of wanting to stay away for all eternity because you have so much that you want to do and yet you know that you should be getting to bed. That is how I feel now. I do like the fact that I am sitting at my desk at night before I go to bed and write about the day (though right now I am just writing about writing about this vary notion). I have my action item list beside me and my once full glass of Sleepytime Extra tea...well I have drunk it all. It has so much good stuff in it (chamomile, tilia estrella, valarian, spearmint, West Indian lemongrass, hawthorn blossom, orange blossom). Anyhow, I should be getting to bed now. I will go and brush my teeth and head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="boldText"&gt;"Human Nature" by Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2426351029736489339?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2426351029736489339/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2426351029736489339' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2426351029736489339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2426351029736489339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/sleepytime-extra-tea-for-my-mind.html' title='evening tea time 01: Sleepytime Extra tea for my mind'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-9198691308504788082</id><published>2009-10-07T06:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:15:39.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>riding on the Highland route post</title><content type='html'>Good morning, I am on the bus to work now. Another day of missing the first bus. I remember when I was in the 8th grade and I had a choice of several buses from which to chose. There was the 12 Bordeaux, the 29 Jefferson, and the 42 St.Celia/Cumberland. One of these used one of those articulated buses. I loved those. The people on the bus are silly. One person is trying discussing applying codes for certain situations. Five numbers can mean that someone shot themselves in a suicide attempt in their yard. It is all about applying what you know to use it to life circumstances. That same lady is nervous about riding the bus. She did not know about the transfer system. I remember when I first rode the bus in 7th grade and I did not know about the transfers. So I had to pay another fare to catch the bus. It was only 35 cents at the time. So that was good. Anyhow, we are at the hub. Time to transfer buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Back in the Day" by Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-9198691308504788082?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/9198691308504788082/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=9198691308504788082' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/9198691308504788082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/9198691308504788082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/riding-on-highland-route-post.html' title='riding on the Highland route post'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5822018406921172287</id><published>2009-10-05T06:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:35:11.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally back post</title><content type='html'>I did not expect to take two weeks off from updating my web page, but it happens. so this weekend was great. I went to see &lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;Toy Story 01 and Toy Story 02 in 3D&lt;/span&gt;. It was a double feature and it was great. I think the last time I saw those two movies were also back to back. I look forward to the third installment. It is kind of rainy outside. I am inside just typing away on my computer. I am very happy that I have a new computer to use. Well actually I am using Micheal's old laptop, but it feels new to me. He has a new computer. So I have all of the necessary programs installed and this evening, I will finally clean my desk area and then this week, I will begin learning and reading and enriching my skills in web design and web development. I should get going now. I will talk more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Must Be Dreaming" by Frou Frou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5822018406921172287?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5822018406921172287/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5822018406921172287' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5822018406921172287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5822018406921172287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-back-post.html' title='finally back post'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3197057805048710513</id><published>2009-09-18T20:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:07:30.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation to disney world memo</title><content type='html'>I will not be updating my journal this coming week. I will be on vacation in Disney World! So exciting! I will be tweeting (or is it called twittering) and those posts should be seen on this page to the left. If it does not show up, just press the refresh button. Sometimes my Twitter updates do not show up unless you refresh the page. I hope to have some really cool photos to post when I get back. Until then, see you when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Sugar Crystals" by Airiel featuring Ulrich Schnauss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3197057805048710513?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3197057805048710513/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3197057805048710513' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3197057805048710513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3197057805048710513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-to-disney-world-memo.html' title='vacation to disney world memo'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1852312238883873400</id><published>2009-09-17T06:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:38:30.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, snails, and slugs</title><content type='html'>it would be an understatement to admit that it is raining outside. anyone can tell either by walking outside and falling into a puddle or hearing the rain tap against the walls. it does allow for lush vegetation and i am for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nearly finished with updating my online portfolio. i just to make some minor changes to it and it will be online soon. i want to have it completed before i leave for &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;disney world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that i have gotten into learning about snails lately? this past sunday, i was watching an episode of &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt; and i noticed a snail in my aquarium. each day when i would look into the tank, i would notice an additional snail. now i believe i have counted around 12 of them. they multiply very rapidly i am told. to tie with my recent fascination with snails, i found a family of slugs outside my patio and i caught a snail while playing &lt;span class="boldText"&gt;Animal Crossing&lt;/span&gt;. so all of these have sparked my interest in learning about snails and slugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Poker Face" by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1852312238883873400?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1852312238883873400/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1852312238883873400' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1852312238883873400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1852312238883873400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-snails-and-slugs.html' title='rain, snails, and slugs'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4980217646890035060</id><published>2009-09-13T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:10:19.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>linebaugh library posting 01: what a peaceful day!</title><content type='html'>I am taking a small break from finding books at the downtown library. I enjoy volunteering here. I find it very peaceful. Also I find some interesting books. Today I plan on checking out some zines. I have always wanted to start my own zine. So I will read through other people's zines to get some ideas on how to make my very own zine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"I Can't Wait" by Nu Shooz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4980217646890035060?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4980217646890035060/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4980217646890035060' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4980217646890035060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4980217646890035060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-taking-small-break-from-finding.html' title='linebaugh library posting 01: what a peaceful day!'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-540756248324563187</id><published>2009-09-12T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:54:16.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ten minute spill: with so much to accomplish</title><content type='html'>Today has been a rather good day. I woke up after a wonderful dream in which Michael and I were visiting Portland, Oregon. At one point, I was speaking Japanese. I have been having a lot of those types of dreams where I am speaking Japanese. We visited a vegan restaraunt and I woke up just before I started eating. The shame. I got out of bed and cleaned the apartment a little, took out the trash, and watered the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost finished with redesigning my online portfolio. I will be so happy when I have that completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the midst of the library on campus and I can see that it is still sunny outside. I think I will play a bit of Animal Crossing when I get home. The library is about to close...and thus ends my spill for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"I Can't Wait" by Nu Shooz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-540756248324563187?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/540756248324563187/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=540756248324563187' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/540756248324563187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/540756248324563187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/ten-minute-spill-with-so-much-to.html' title='ten minute spill: with so much to accomplish'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4944918555027151761</id><published>2009-09-11T06:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:42:33.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>when all of the smoke clears, there will be so much about which to contemplate</title><content type='html'>I will first offer a little sampling of my words from 8 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began this morning (I'll just start it off like a story), so it all started when I went home from staying at the Crunk Shack all night long. I took a nap with the heater on because it was cold. I got a call around 9am from Ariel and she told me the news. Two planes crashed into the World Trade Center with minutes separating the two planes. The two buildings crumbled to the ground with glass spewing. This is Pearl Harbor 2, well sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward eights later and the world has changed a bit since then. The president of the United States is an African-American (well technically he is biracial). I believe that things will change for the better. We should not live in fear. As in the case with the current healthcare debate. Search for the facts and do not believe in lies and deceit. You will only fall due to the amount of dust in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eight years has been a long time and a lot has changed and while some aspects of life is terrible (like the economy), I do believe that when the smoke finally clears away, we will have so much about which to contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Houses" by Great Northern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4944918555027151761?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4944918555027151761/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4944918555027151761' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4944918555027151761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4944918555027151761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-all-of-smoke-clears-there-will-be.html' title='when all of the smoke clears, there will be so much about which to contemplate'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5944172270628711207</id><published>2009-09-09T06:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:25:42.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trading junk for jewels</title><content type='html'>Good morning, this morning's commute to work was rather engaging. Some people on the bus discussed Presidents Obama's speech that was yesterday and I find it all too sad. Parents did want their children to hear him speak because they feel that politics should be kept out of school. When you stop to think about it, politics is already in schools. Children learn about the history of the United States and the world along with prominent historical figures and many of those were *gasp* politicians. Children learn about the past presidents. Also what about school elections and school council. Are those not forms of politics or are we just supposed to assume that really they are popularity contests? And one more thing, why are children not allowed to watch the President, but yet they can watch so much reality television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Rain Dance" by The Very Best featuring M.I.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5944172270628711207?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5944172270628711207/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5944172270628711207' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5944172270628711207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5944172270628711207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/trading-junk-for-jewels.html' title='trading junk for jewels'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2026954606604861581</id><published>2009-09-08T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:00:41.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a day early</title><content type='html'>I had actually planned on making the switch to sundaymars 09: version 02 on 09.09.09 around 09.09.09, but I became very anxious and decided to make the switch now. so I am exhausted. I worked really hard on making this a reality. So now I just need to breathe silently for a little and then make changes here and there as I see fit. I have not decided on what time of the day I will most likely type into my journal. Perhaps in the morning or sometime throughout the day. Oh well I am going to bed now. It feel great to be back into writing in my online journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Take Away/For My People" by Missy Elliott featuring Ginuine, Tweet, and Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2026954606604861581?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2026954606604861581/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2026954606604861581' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2026954606604861581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2026954606604861581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-early.html' title='a day early'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7933605002244069537</id><published>2009-09-06T10:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:44:17.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a random thought</title><content type='html'>today i will write a new entry and it will be the first entry into my online journal in many many months. I need to decide on when I should blog...mornings, evenings, before work? I will figure it out soon. My small cat is winking at me so I need to post this so that I can see what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titleSong"&gt;"Home" by Zero 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7933605002244069537?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7933605002244069537/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7933605002244069537' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7933605002244069537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7933605002244069537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thought.html' title='a random thought'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-609111787375157122</id><published>2009-01-26T13:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:20:30.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my page</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;i have updated my page slightly. my next step is to actually make sundaymars nine for the year 2009. i am so shaky now. i think it is my panic attack hitting me again. anyhow, more later.&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise "Train"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-609111787375157122?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/609111787375157122/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=609111787375157122' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/609111787375157122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/609111787375157122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-page.html' title='my page'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-322337619742681692</id><published>2009-01-25T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:15:38.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a need to be organized on a sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;Sunday mornings, I am always running around with multiple chores. I have clothes in the dryer. I just emptied the dishwasher. I fed the animals. I need to take the trash to the dumpster and then bring in the clothes from the laundry facility room. Then today I volunteer at the Linebaugh Library. I do enjoy volunteering, but there are times when I just want to spend the entire day of Sunday just cleaning and organizing. It is the beginning of the week and it is a great opportunity to make an action item list for the week. My goal for this year is to continue organizing myself. This will give me a chance to not only prevent myself from missing out on great opportunities in life, but also a chance to reconnect with long lost friends. I need to send an email to pamike to see how he is. I have to call my sister to say happy new year. I need to arrange a time that I can hang out with Marla, John, and their new baby. I need to respond to email people have sent me on Facebook. I need to update my myspace page. I also need to find a way to keep current with the news of the day. Anyhow, my watch just beeped at me to get the clothes. &lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bajofondo featuring La Mala Rodriguez "El Anden"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-322337619742681692?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/322337619742681692/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=322337619742681692' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/322337619742681692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/322337619742681692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/01/need-to-be-organized-on-sunday-morning.html' title='a need to be organized on a sunday morning'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8178650793224024805</id><published>2009-01-20T14:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:10:39.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and what a day it is to have a new person in office</title><content type='html'>&lt;p clsss="maintext"&gt;Good day as a new president takes office and we are so lucky to have a new president in office. This morning, I watched the inauguration take place for the first time. I clapped my hands and felt a great sense of happiness. Of course the new president has a lot cut out for him, but i think that great things are bound to occur with President Barak Obama as the 44th president of the great United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bruce Springsteen "My Lucky Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8178650793224024805?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8178650793224024805/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8178650793224024805' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8178650793224024805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8178650793224024805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-what-day-it-is-to-have-new-person.html' title='and what a day it is to have a new person in office'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4502498831120883705</id><published>2009-01-15T07:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:32:38.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah and good morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;I have neglected this site. I have been too busy with things. but anyhow, so how are you this morning. You being the reader of this post. You may have noticed that you cannot post comments to the various entries. That is because the site that hosted the comments has stopped doing so. Anyhow, I am in a good mood this morning. I did leave my cellphone at home. I left it on the kitchen counter. So I hope that noone calls me. If someone does, I hope that they will email me as well. I can check my email every now and then throughout the day. Anyhow, I am not promising that I will be better at updating this journal on a daily basis, but once I get everything organized, a daily tale of my day will be posted on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the post&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tori Amos "Witness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4502498831120883705?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4502498831120883705/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4502498831120883705' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4502498831120883705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4502498831120883705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yeah-and-good-morning.html' title='oh yeah and good morning'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6894287028981155386</id><published>2009-01-06T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:55:57.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a test of the emergency broadcasting systems</title><content type='html'>testing....please stay tuned for more news....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6894287028981155386?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6894287028981155386/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6894287028981155386' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6894287028981155386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6894287028981155386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-test-of-emergency-broadcasting.html' title='this is a test of the emergency broadcasting systems'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7490904635054390589</id><published>2008-12-20T09:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:34:49.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and while the tofu marinates, i will type</title><content type='html'>Good morning. I have tofu in the fridge marinating. I am making baked tofu. I have never made it before and I hope it turns out well. I believe that it will. It is completely vegan as well. Michael and I are going to a vegan potluck this afternoon, so I will have my Vegan Baked Tofu in hand. I just love tofu. Right now, the clouds outside are fluffy white like that of tofu. There are reports that it may snow. So where your mittens and grab your scarf if you are going to build a person made of snow. In the summer, you can build a person made of sand if so choose to do so. Anyhow, i am going to check on the tofu and place it in the oven to bake.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coldplay "Lovers in Japan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7490904635054390589?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7490904635054390589/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7490904635054390589' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7490904635054390589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7490904635054390589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-while-tofu-marinates-i-will-type.html' title='and while the tofu marinates, i will type'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3421682328106076508</id><published>2008-12-19T16:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:29:32.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an afternoon in the LRC can be peaceful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;I won a cotton candy maker at the yearly employee christmas party. Last year, I won a flashlight. Your name is drawn from a bag. So what are the odds of winning a prize two years in a row? Actually during the ceremony it dawned upon me that this may be my fourth time at the event. In 2004 and 2005, I worked for the catering that caters their event. So I may have been one of the people serving them food. I did not recognize any of the servers. I kind of miss working for Aramark Catering. I met so many cool people and I really enjoyed meeting the foreign exchange students. I met a few people from France. Actually it really excites me to know people who live in other countries across the globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony/festivities, I visited the Political Science office. I spoke with Pam, the secretary and was in awed at how the place looks different. I worked as their webmaster for many years. I miss that position as well. I really enjoyed the interactions I had with many of the professors and I wish I had gotten to know more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, I am in the LRC.  I am about to head home since the lab is about to close. I am one of few people in the lab so it is all peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Citizens Here and Abroad "Appearances"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coldplay "Lovers in Japan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3421682328106076508?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3421682328106076508/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3421682328106076508' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3421682328106076508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3421682328106076508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/afternoon-in-lrc-can-be-peaceful.html' title='an afternoon in the LRC can be peaceful'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1894776988685352626</id><published>2008-12-18T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:28:48.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a very quick entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;Good afternoon, this will be a very quick post. It is almost time for me to leave. Just four mere minutes left and my day will be over. The anual Christmas party will be tomorrow. Last year, I won a flashlight. Perhaps I will win another prize. Anyhow, I will get going now. Nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-John Mayer "3X5"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1894776988685352626?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1894776988685352626/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1894776988685352626' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1894776988685352626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1894776988685352626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-quick-entry.html' title='a very quick entry'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8390436719980731052</id><published>2008-12-16T16:12:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:12:52.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some late news for the day concerning Obama's EPA Pick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The following news item does not reflect my opinion. I am merely giving a summery of the interview that transcribed between NPR's Day to Day host Madeleine Brand and ProPublica's Joaquin Sapien. I will later write more about this. I do apologize if people thought that they were my viewpoints. A link to the sources are contained within the following news item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Donnerstag 18. Dezember 2008 14.04.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President-elect Obama is expected to name Lisa Jackson as head of the Environmental Protection Agency despite her work as the head of New Jersey's Department of Environmental Protection is coming under harsh criticism (&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=98335059" target="_blank"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt;). Madeleine Brand talked with to ProPublica's Joaquin Sapien concerning this. The main complaint against her is when she began serving in New Jersey, she pledged to reform the state's toxic cleanup program and quickly rank and prioritize about 16,000 of the containment sites across the state of New Jersey. This ranking system was never deployed nor developed two years after her taking office. Some of her critics say that she has acted very lethargic approach to cleaning up two hazardous waste sites (a day care center that was built within a former thermometer manufacturing factory and a multi-million dollar community that was built on top of a chromium contaminated land in Hudson County, New Jersey). It took the DEP three months to actually shut down the manufacturing factory because they needed time to do some testing. Sapien's article titled &lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1208/16570.html" target="_blank"&gt;EPA pick hit for Jersey record&lt;/a&gt; can be found at the &lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Politico's website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have been trying to do with my online journal is to bring an understanding of current events to the minds of many people. People should know what is happening in this world so that they can educate themselves and become better informed citizens. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coldplay "Lovers in Japan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8390436719980731052?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8390436719980731052/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8390436719980731052' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8390436719980731052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8390436719980731052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-late-news-for-day-concerning.html' title='some late news for the day concerning Obama&apos;s EPA Pick'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7775325469020397128</id><published>2008-12-15T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:21:57.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is the almost the end of the show 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;It is the end of the day and I am just going to type a quick entry. I need to actually "post" these entries. i have them saved all over the place (though if you are reading this, then I have already posted them...so why am I even going into such details?). So where am I? I will have to catch the bus home and it is raining. I get to try out my brand new umbrella and I can even start to sing like that one musician (just kidding) with the rain and the umbrrrella..ella...ella...ay...ay...ok that is enough of that silliness. Just a silly little entry to mark the silly mood which finds me on this Monday afternoon. Anyhow, that is all for now...be sure to um check out my new umbrrrrella. Well maybe not. Anyhow, I am gone for now. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freedy Johnston "Bad Reputation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7775325469020397128?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7775325469020397128/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7775325469020397128' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7775325469020397128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7775325469020397128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-almost-end-of-show-03.html' title='it is the almost the end of the show 03'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1682232823090629482</id><published>2008-12-09T16:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:21:40.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is the almost the end of the show 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;What has happened today? Illinois Gov. Rod Blagojevich was arrested Tuesday on charges of conspiring to get financial benefits through his authority to appoint a U.S. senator to fill the vacancy left by Barack Obama's election as president (&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97998307" target="_blank"&gt;NPR News&lt;/a&gt;). Congressional Democrats and the White House on Tuesday are expected to finalize a $15 billion emergency loan package to help save millions of jobs connected to the nation's troubled auto industry (&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97995315" target="_blank"&gt;NPR News&lt;/a&gt;). A tenuous truce between rival factions in Zimbabwe is showing cracks as a cholera outbreak has thousands fleeing to South Africa to seek medical care (&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=98013280" target="_blank"&gt;NPR News&lt;/a&gt;). As far as me, nothing is occurring. I am just waiting on news of all kinds. Most of those I wish not to explain until the full news floats to the surface. I find it better to just let the outcome speak for itself. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coldplay "Viva la Vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1682232823090629482?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1682232823090629482/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1682232823090629482' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1682232823090629482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1682232823090629482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-almost-end-of-show-02.html' title='it is the almost the end of the show 02'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6584476761043598298</id><published>2008-12-05T16:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:21:16.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is the almost the end of the show</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;i have a headache and my throat is aching and i have the sniffles. i have officially caught a cold. i had it earlier this week, but quickly got over it and now i am back with those symptoms. gosh. i might not even be able to go to see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Killing&lt;/span&gt; (the stanly kubrick film) with Ben tomorrow. i might be too out of it. i really want to see it at belcourt because it will be a great chance for me to be around civilized people as opposed to people who constantly talk about nothing but fecal matter and make misogynist statements. it really makes me wonder about the intelligence of people. but time is almost over and soon i will be riding the bus home. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the radio dept. "i don't like it like this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6584476761043598298?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6584476761043598298/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6584476761043598298' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6584476761043598298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6584476761043598298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-almost-end-of-show.html' title='it is the almost the end of the show'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5917127094232239093</id><published>2008-12-03T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:49:45.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>two late evening posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;-(09.51.43)-I should be in bed now. The two cats are "acting a foolish mess" says Michael. We are waiting on a video titled "Trick or Teeth" to load. It is so hilarious. I am at my computer which is not connected to the internet, so I cannot place a link here. I am in a calm and hilarious mood, though exhausted and very somewhat...I need to get my laundry. hold on a second. &lt;br /&gt;-Mya "Moving On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(10.03.17)-well that was longer than intended. I took some trash to the dumpster. The wind was blowing so it was a bit chilly, but it was not cold. I started reading the Rutherford A.M. when I arrived at the laundry facility. My curiosity got the best of me and I just had to find out all of the best news...nothing too serious to report though. I should be in bed now. Because of how the Mercury route is rerouted, I have to be at the bus stop by 6.05 instead of 6.20ish. I get to ride along to the South Rutherford Walmart and then onto the transfer center. I was just thinking this morning how it is interesting that after so many years, I am rely on public transportation. It is good for the environment. Plus the Rover is relativity new and I want to support it how I can. So I think that is all for now. I am feeling a lot better. I was really just wore out at the beginning of the week. I mean, I was feeling REALLY under the weather. I had to sleep most of the evening and take NyQuil. My intake of vitamin C has risen so that I can fight off the bad disease of scurvy and other such nuances. Anyhow, that is all for now as I keep saying. I need to shower, brush my teeth, and get to bed.&lt;br /&gt; -M.I.A. "Paper Planes"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5917127094232239093?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5917127094232239093/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5917127094232239093' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5917127094232239093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5917127094232239093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-late-evening-posts.html' title='two late evening posts'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7114808368101474454</id><published>2008-12-02T14:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:28:54.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>network is down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;The network is down, so I have nothing to do at them moment. So I will just post something...well type something and then I will later post it. Lunch was interesting. I ate in the breakroom and I had to listen to this one person talk badly about Obama. I think the person referred to him as the devil. What!? I believe that Barack Obama will be a great president. He will be much better than George Bush. I listened as he gave his news conference yesterday morning. He announced members to his cabinet including Hilary Clinton as the Secretary of State. I think this is a right step because it shows that he can work alongside someone who at one point was an opponent. Hopefully when i get home, the new dishwasher will be installed. Gosh...we had to get a new air unit and now a new dishwasher. I will make sure that our apartment has newer appliances. Anyhow, looks like the network is up again. I will be back later. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Penn "Try"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7114808368101474454?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7114808368101474454/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7114808368101474454' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7114808368101474454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7114808368101474454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/network-is-down.html' title='network is down'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7036909565584774342</id><published>2008-12-01T16:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:27:40.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the day post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;I always hate it when I am waiting on something to do when I have nothing to do or I cannot do what i want to do (such as rearrange my closet or desk area...I am not home...I am work with nothing to do and I have ten minutes until work is over). This morning I was in the same predicament, but I just went over some JavaScript lessons. I think I will just need to go over those over and over and over again to learn it. I have a basic understanding of the code itself, but I am not sure when I would use those codes. It is mostly if...else...then statements. I did write one where it writes a message depended on the time. So  from 4pm until 5pm, a message says, "I am at work." I have not figured out how to make it actually change with the actual minutes like if it is between 4pm and 4:30pm or the last portion of the hour. I do want to come up with a JavaScript code for my next design that changes the background image depended upon the hour. Perhaps even the whole look of the page. I got to the idea from the ever changing iGoogle web page, so I loose originality points for that. anyhow, time has run out for me. I need to gather my belongings and leave work as I wait calmly for an important phone call. What is this phone call you may ask? &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nelly Furtado "Hey Man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7036909565584774342?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7036909565584774342/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7036909565584774342' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7036909565584774342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7036909565584774342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-day-post.html' title='end of the day post'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7316713321804362375</id><published>2008-11-28T21:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:10:10.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is what the christmas holiday is all about?</title><content type='html'>So let me get this straight. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wal-Mart worker was killed yesterday after an "out of control" throng of shoppers eager for post-Thanksgiving bargains broke down the doors at a suburban store and knocked him to the ground. (&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/nation/articles/2008/11/29/wal_mart_worker_dies_in_stampede/"  target="_blank"&gt;Boston Globe&lt;/a&gt;). Jdimytai Damour, 34, was thrown back onto the black linoleum tiles and trampled in the stampede that streamed over and around him. Others who had stood alongside Mr. Damour trying to hold the doors were also hurled back and run over.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/29/business/29walmart.html?bl&amp;ex=1228107600&amp;en=95e0984e8f92cc7c&amp;ei=5087%0A" target="_blank"&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shoppers who had seen the stampede said they were shocked. One, Kimberly Cribbs of Queens, said the crowd had acted like "savages." Shoppers' behavior was bad even as the store was being cleared, she recalled. &lt;br /&gt;"When they were saying they had to leave, that an employee got killed, people were yelling, 'I've been on line since yesterday morning,' " Cribbs said. "They kept shopping." &lt;br /&gt;Outbreaks weren't restricted to New York. At a Wal-Mart in Columbus, Ohio, Nikki Nicely, 19, jumped onto a man's back and pounded his shoulders when he tried to take a 40-inch Samsung flat-screen TV to which she had laid claim. "That's my TV!" Nicely, 19, shouted. "That's my TV!"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2008448574_shop290.html" target="_blank"&gt;Seattle Times&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person writes "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is clear that our capitalist democracy has run it's course when our all-consuming patriotism leads us to ignore death and to proclaim that our inalienable right to shop-till-(someone else)-drops trumps common sense and decency.&lt;/span&gt;" Another person writes "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just one more in a long line of incidents that proves that the US is descending into savagery. One can only imagine what will happen as the economy worsens -- people will be killing each other for crumbs of bread. The downfall of the American empire is incredibly sad.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://people.boston.com/articles/nation/?p=articlecomments&amp;activityId=6872215370166865814"  target="_blank"&gt;Boston Globe&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men pulled guns and shot each other to death in a crowded toy store Friday after the women with them erupted into a bloody brawl (&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jMJP9ep_VABDoexPPDXfIDbnJL6gD94OAHJO4" target="_blank"&gt;Associated Press&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...that is all I can say...wow...what is wrong with people. Events like this just makes me want to give away every single thing I own and just just live a complete minimalist lifestyle. I am serious. It is like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;, only people are fighting each other for a pair of Nikes and a happy meal that they do not even need. It really just makes me think less of people and I try not to but. It is really upsetting to say the least. Before long people will start behaving like all of the blood thirsty zombies in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/span&gt;. Oh wait...too late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aphex Twin "Come to Daddy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7316713321804362375?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7316713321804362375/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7316713321804362375' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7316713321804362375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7316713321804362375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-this-is-what-christmas-holiday-is.html' title='so this is what the christmas holiday is all about?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3828754427679806176</id><published>2008-11-25T21:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:51:33.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts and more thoughts for the evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;I am so exhausted after a long day of work and work and work. I listened to NPR during work. More news about Barack Obama appointing new people and his stance on "one president at a time" will probably have to fly out the window because America is in some serious finiancial and economic trouble. The strange thing though is that I do not feel all that bothered by it. I think it is because Michael and I have gotten into the habit of constantly saving money here and there. We spend our money wisely. I pay close attention to the cash flow and make sure that bills are paid on time. We keep up to date to with our credit scores. We are very responsible adults. I am going to start collecting coupons. I like the fact that Kroger double coupon amount under fifty cents. Anyhow, I need to get going to brush my teeth and head to bed. It has been an exhausting day, though I really feel a sense of hope.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MIA "Paper Planes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3828754427679806176?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3828754427679806176/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3828754427679806176' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3828754427679806176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3828754427679806176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-and-more-thoughts-for-evening.html' title='thoughts and more thoughts for the evening'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8157722936969400698</id><published>2008-11-24T10:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:56:54.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a call to action: become a more informed citizen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;good morning...what can i say as i take a very small break from work. just a very small break as we do not really have breaks. so i will take this small moment to write about what is on my head. it is very cold in this office (if you even want to call this an office) and I have to put on my heavy jacket to keep warm, but the sleeves get in my way. what am i to do except just complain? i am listening to NPR stories. President-Elect &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; has begun selecting his cabinet. Some people chosen have been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bill Richardson&lt;/span&gt; for Secretary of Commerce, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Timothy Geithner&lt;/span&gt; for Treasury Secretary, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Janet Napolitano&lt;/span&gt; possibly Secretary of Homeland Security, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hillary Rodham Clinton&lt;/span&gt; as Secretary of State, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Larry Summers&lt;/span&gt; as head of the National Economic Council, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eric Holder&lt;/span&gt; as leader of the Justice Department and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tom Daschle&lt;/span&gt; as leader of the Health and Human Services Department. Some of these positions I am not quite sure about as I have relied on multiple news sources to obtain this information, so just bear with me. Michael and I have decided that we are going to keep up to date with the new administration and learn about more about what government does. What does each cabinet position do and who are members of the cabinet? You have the legislative, executive, and judicial branch...that I know...but what does each branch do...I have no idea and yet I have the audacity to cal myself an informed citizen? So I can just around and pout about my limited knowledge, or I can stand up and begin doing my homework so that I can become a more informed citizen. I voted for Barack Obama in this election because I wanted change, but I want there to be more reasons for my vote.  And of course I am not going to know everything, but being alive in my opinion is the opportunity to gain more knowledge every single day. Well anyhow that ends my small break so I must return to work. Tomorrow, I am bringing a mug so that I can fill it up with hot cocoa so that I will have to be freezing at my table. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas featuring Keri Hilson "Hero" &lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds featuring Regina Spektor "You Don't Know Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8157722936969400698?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8157722936969400698/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8157722936969400698' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8157722936969400698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8157722936969400698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning.html' title='a call to action: become a more informed citizen'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1609684206448930024</id><published>2008-11-22T16:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:12:33.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new Secretary of State and other quick news</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;What a good morning. I am excited. Hilary Clinton has been tapped to be the next Secretary of State. I have not written anything about the past election and all. I am in a bit of a rush...last weekend I went to see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barry Lyndon&lt;/span&gt; with Ben. This weekend, Michael and I will go and hang out with a friend. What else? Oh my friend, Marla just had a baby a few days ago. And the campus of MTSU has become really crazy of sorts lately. I know I have been away for a long time and perphaps...perhaps I can get back on track with keeping my online journal up to date with words of the day and such. Anyhow, I need to get going. I will discuss more later.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ben Folds featuring Regina Spektor "You Don't Know Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1609684206448930024?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1609684206448930024/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1609684206448930024' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1609684206448930024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1609684206448930024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-good-morning.html' title='new Secretary of State and other quick news'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8382737048614557591</id><published>2008-10-08T07:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:29:53.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do for this off morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;This is an odd morning. It was all blue in the world. I noticed this when as I was riding on the Rover to work. All of the managers are having some sort of meeting in the break room, so I have nothing to do. One of my co-workers is really late. It is nearly 8.30 and he is not here. I will not discuss his asinine behavior. It feels like one of those days where I just need to just let the bricks fall to the ground and build a new foundation. There is a meaning behind it all. Clouds, mist, and rain are all around. I am on the outside looking in, puzzled about the progress of my daily life, but on the inside, there is a lot changing. So when there is clarity, wow...there will be a birth. Anyhow, What else? Anyhow, that is all for now. I may be back later for another post. Well later today I mean.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Perfect Circle "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8382737048614557591?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8382737048614557591/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8382737048614557591' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8382737048614557591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8382737048614557591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-do-for-this-off-morning.html' title='what to do for this off morning'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2796763604910567400</id><published>2008-10-07T06:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:37:32.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a tuesday morning short entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;I feel so blah this morning. I must have slept in an awkward position. I think I will get better as the day progresses. A very short post for this morning. What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;-Daft Punk "Superheroes"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2796763604910567400?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2796763604910567400/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2796763604910567400' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2796763604910567400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2796763604910567400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-morning-short-entry.html' title='a tuesday morning short entry'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6688782419419181819</id><published>2008-10-04T09:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:07:32.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first of the month look back 07: discussing music and properties of light as a wave with others</title><content type='html'>it is time for another look back at the first of the month...I will try to have these posted on the first of the month instead of some random day as I have been doing lately...anyhow, for this month, I will continue my look into the 90s with October 1999. I was dating Brad, but it was about to end. He had moved back to Ohio. I guess it was best for him. I mean I would escape Tennessee as well. We broke up later in the month. Years later, we started keeping in touch, but one day, he wrote me and told me what he wanted to cut himself off from the rest of human population. I hope that he is fairing well. In other things, I had a decent list of internet friends (and this is way before myspace ever existed). I lived with Kirstin at Fairview Apartments. I think she had convinced me to take Astronomy which I really enjoyed and I still enjoy. Also I was taking a Black &amp; White Photography class where I would develop negatives and work in a dark room. You will notice towards the end of this post how two people will notice this. Actually one of those people, James, became a really great friend. I would hang out with him and his friends and listen to some good ole music of Stevie Wonder. Oh and I had a great job working at the KUC Movie Theatre on campus. I worked as the ticket seller and people who would stop to buy tickets knew me as the photographer. Oh and you have to take note of the songs that are on the list for TRL. Wow has music changed. Anyhow, read on about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freitag 01. Oktober 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10:34 am)I am in the JUB Cafeteria and I just had breakfast...I'm ready for the Astronomy test that I have today...Light is so amazing when you think about it...I waited on Johnny and Adam to pick me up to hang out, but they never showed up...it made me upset because once again, they didn't keep their word...and I'm also mad because I haven't received my Rocko's Modern Life merchandise from Mile High Comics and from the auction...I hope I wasn't robbed of my money. but other than that, I'm in a good mood...I hope John is OK...he's been kinda sick in the last few days...Donna is taking her Master classes...these two are among the list of pen pals that I have. also add David, Dave, Ray, Billy, and Lars to that list...Brad...I do not know what's up with him...he is really different now...he said he wanted to move in with me and then he says he can't because he'll have to get a job...is he making excuses...anyhow, new topic...last night while Kirstin and I were talking, Trevor came over and talked about his hippy room mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11:36 am)I've just finished the test and I think I did really well on it...what really surprised me was when Joey came up to me and asked what "waving" meant...then I ended up helping him on another question dealing with black bodies...and then he helped me with the properties of light as a wave...usually he'll just walk by me and sit somewhere far from me, but today, he sat next to me to get help on some of the study questions. I guess I don't annoy him after all..he's sitting by himself now as time runs out for him to finish...I think I did okay on the test though. I really this Astronomy class...It's so freaky cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a break to display the top 10 videos on Total Request Live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; The Backstreet Boys &lt;br /&gt;"Larger Than Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; Limp Bizkit&lt;br /&gt;"Rearranged"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; 'N Sync featuring Gloria Estafan &lt;br /&gt;"Music of the Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt; "You Drive Me Crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;"Genie in a Bottle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; Blink 182 &lt;br /&gt;"All the Small Things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; Kid Rock &lt;br /&gt; "Bawitdaba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt; 98&amp;#176;&lt;br /&gt;"I Do (Cherish You)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; Mariah Carey featuring Jay-Z &lt;br /&gt;"Heartbreaker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Bush &lt;br /&gt;"Chemicals Between Us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;World Premiere Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;"Fast As You Can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2.54 pm)Can You can 98&amp;#176; a band? I don't think you can...anyhow I'm in the Woodmore Cafeteria and the video for these guys are on and I cannot stand this song...anyhow, the strangest things happened a few minutes ago...I was standing in line and this guy started talking to me...he asked about my camera and so we talked about music and he gave me his phone number to hang out and listen to music...so like Johnny was telling me yesterday, everyone is starting to to know me as the photography boy...meeting those two guys was cool though...I'll call them...maybe on Sunday...I have to work tonight...I know that it will be very busy and the same thing goes for tomorrow night...I can't wait for the new Fiona Apple music video...she's so damn cool...and she has a long title for her new album...anyhow today is the beginning of a new month...October baby.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fiona Apple "Fast As You can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6688782419419181819?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6688782419419181819/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6688782419419181819' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6688782419419181819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6688782419419181819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-of-month-look-back-07-discussing.html' title='first of the month look back 07: discussing music and properties of light as a wave with others'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8523600364534826298</id><published>2008-10-03T12:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:43:17.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>geese...geese...geese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;Here I am sitting in the grass waiting for the Metrocenter bus to arrive. I just ate lunch with Michael and one of his coworkers at a nearby lunchean. Now I am having lunch, sort of, with some of the local geese. Well just two of them. They seem to be very aggressive in wanting to eat. I was just listening to music on my walkman when I could hear an odd noise. I took off my headphones and saw a goose walking nearby my. I realized that I still had a bag of cheetos and I threw a cheeto at the goose and it went over to eat it. Then another goose walked over to me followed by the former goose, so now I am feeding them by hand. Here is a photo of one of the two geese that I fed. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="images/goose_03okt2008.jpg" alt "geese geese geese"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;As you can see, my camera phone does not really take very great quality pictures. I have to live with what I have I suppose. I hope to have a better camera phone sometime when I am elgible for an update. I used to be so against the idea of a camera phone. I guess it was mainly "what is the point?" But now I think they are wonderful. Oh hey here is my bus. I must leave the geese be and be one my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bj&amp;#246;rk featuring Antony Hegarty from the band Antony and the Johnsons "The Dull Flame of Desire"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8523600364534826298?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8523600364534826298/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8523600364534826298' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8523600364534826298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8523600364534826298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/10/geesegeesegeese.html' title='geese...geese...geese'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3466844546167019979</id><published>2008-10-02T14:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:23:02.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new meaning for me: an apatheist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;I have just realized that perhaps I am an apatheist. Essentially I do not really care if God exist. It really does not matter in my life. I do respect everyone else's belief systems as long as they have the same respect for others. I found out this term because one of my co workers was looking at the Wikipedia page for Bill Maher. Turns out that he is an apatheist. I will look more into apatheism (which is a combination of the words apathy and atheism/theism). I think that this revelation about myself makes the most sense.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bj&amp;#246;rk featuring Antony Hegarty from the band Antony and the Johnsons "The Dull Flame of Desire"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3466844546167019979?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3466844546167019979/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3466844546167019979' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3466844546167019979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3466844546167019979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-meaning-for-me-apatheist.html' title='new meaning for me: an apatheist'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8573329757667728439</id><published>2008-10-01T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:32:16.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot's Guide to Economics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="maintext"&gt;good evening, I am listening to Day to Day as they discuss the whole bailout situation/crisis. A lot of it just goes over my head. I think it is because I just do not understand how the whole American market work. I was never good at economics. I do a decent job at making sure that my checking account stays afloat, but when you start mentioning losses in the Dow Jones and foreign investors and such. I really should just sit down and read something like The Idiot's Guide to Economics. Something like that. I mean there is the term recession and worse depression that is slipping from the mouths of many people. Anyhow, there is another vote tonight by the Senate...I think. I guess it is a good thing that I am with Bank of America...or could that be a bad thing? FDIC...now that is a term with which I need to familiarize myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nas featuring Keri Hilson "Hero"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8573329757667728439?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8573329757667728439/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8573329757667728439' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8573329757667728439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8573329757667728439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/10/idiots-guide-to-economics.html' title='The Idiot&apos;s Guide to Economics'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2860729889193138864</id><published>2008-09-19T06:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:34:54.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>morning edition for more</title><content type='html'>Good morning, I am in a good mood this morning. Though the usual morning sluggishness is trying to bring me down. More on a physical than emotional mode. I brought my digital camera with me. I will take it with me when I eat outside. There is this view that is wonderful. There are a lot of trees and the blue skies makes me smile. So I will take a photo of it. Perhaps I will post it here sometime soon, but please do not get mad if it is not posted anytime soon. I need to get back into my crazy creative adventures. It bothers me that I do not take pictures like I used to. Oh and guess what? Micheal and I are going to Disney World next week. It makes me very much excited. We will take lots of photos. Anyhow, it is time for me to get back to being a robot. Call me Tim-E! (the intense mechanical engine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stereolab "Self Portrait with Electric Brain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2860729889193138864?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2860729889193138864/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2860729889193138864' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2860729889193138864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2860729889193138864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning-edition-for-more.html' title='morning edition for more'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1430407118554659083</id><published>2008-09-13T09:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:09:03.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>first of the month look back 06: and all this time i thought that i was annoying</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to have posted this on the first, but I have been busy. My nerves are all wrecked. Though sometimes I think this could be a sign of great things. I used to feel this way a lot when I was younger and the beginning of this post best illustrates it. I feel an awakening. I finally have awoken from a long slumber ready to take battle of what have you. So today I will clean and such and be ready for what life has to offer me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this entry that I from September 1995, I am a senior in high school. I am attending Hillsboro High School. Nothing spectacular occurred on this date or anything. But it does provide a great read. Reading this entry made me think of a of things though. How I hold myself back from getting to know people because of my fear of becoming annoying or getting on their nerves. I think that is why I do not keep with people much. Anyhow, I will let you as the reader decide. Anyhow here is my journal entry from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freitag 01. September 1995 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry, sad, and depressed now. I have no idea of why am so. I was so angry that I broke my walkman. I had fallen asleep while listening to my walkman and when I woke up, it didn't work. I thought the new batteries that I had put in it this morning was not functioning well, so I put in two new batteries. Those did not work either, but the tape was moving. It must have been the headphones. Well I checked with my mom's stereo and the tape worked. I was so pissed off so I smashed my walkman against the wall and it broke. Later I threw it against the bedroom door and then down the stairs. I was so angry. Then I was depressed because of my actions. The rest of the morning I was very relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Music Careers, we got to listen to listen to a guy from London record a song. It was a good song. I was inspired to write a poem called "Lurking Eyes." My inspiration inspired Issiac to write something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to my English class, I saw Mary M. It's so cute that she and Issiac are together. During English, I showed Aaron my poem and he thinks that it like Edgar Allan Poe-ish. A substitute teacher was taking Mrs. Tune's place, so I went to the library via her permission. I saw and talked to Mark. He's Jason's brother. He told me that they hardly talk to one another. He just goes outside while his brother sits around and plays the Super Nintendo. Mark and I went to summer school together. I had a great time talking with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was fun. I talked to Brian, Gaeton, and sorta to John. I think that John thinks that I am annoying. Brian (from band) joined us. He plays a weird drum instrument. I forgot what it's called. &lt;br/ &gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Mass Media, we continued working on WHHS. I didn't talk to John much, because well you know why. I think that he thinks I'm annoying. Meaghan was the director and boy did she hate that job. It was neat though because we actually talk to each other. I know this sounds sappy, but I always felt that I got on her nerves. Alexis was the reader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to P.E., I saw Angela. She gave me phone numbers for psychiatric services that TennCare. That's cool because I can finally receive the treatment that I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In P.E. class, we had to sit in the lower level of the auditorium. Some lady gave a speech on conflict resolutions. I could not really hear her from where I was sitting. so I rewrote "A Young Lady's Emptiness" during her speech. That was rude of me, but I couldn't hear her from where I was sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During band class, Julian asked me why I alaways say hi to him. He told me that it gets on his nerves. So I told him that I will ignore him. I was only kidding, but he took me seriously I think. So tension (unwanted by me at least) between him and I has formed. I just have to find a way to get rid of it. Julian didn't do to the afternoon practice and neither did Demetrius. He wants to quit because of Rebbecca. Erica, Rose, and I persuaded him to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Rose before our afternoon band practice. We walked to Taco Bell. I felt so lost when I was there. I'm not sure why. Kelsey invited me to his birthday party. but I couldn't go because of lack of transportation. Band practice was fun, even though I do not remember anything big happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode the bus to downtown. I fell asleep. In fact, before my stop, I rung the bell and fell asleep just in time to wake up to get off the bus. I walked to the library where I saw the latest issue of Seventeen magazine. Hillsboro students were pictured in the it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to where I catch my bus, my box of markers fell. These stupid people started laughing at me from their truck. What a bunch of assholes! I saw Paul and Pamela. They were conversing amongst themselves. I stopped and hung out with them. Paul gave me a copy of Pop Tart Babies. It's a magazine that Susie had started. It is small, but still really cool. He told me to call him over the weekend. My weekend is gonna suck. I know that it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hole "Softer, Softest" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1430407118554659083?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1430407118554659083/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1430407118554659083' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1430407118554659083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1430407118554659083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-of-month-look-back-06-and-all.html' title='first of the month look back 06: and all this time i thought that i was annoying'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5799629414219696740</id><published>2008-09-06T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:01:36.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my new role in society</title><content type='html'>I am now in charge of website for the &lt;a href="http://www.nashville-au.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Americans United for the Separation of Church and State (Nashville Chapter)&lt;/a&gt;. I had this position back in 2004 through 2006. So yeah, two years later and I am once again in charge. I might do a little improvements to it. It just excites me to once again have a web position. It is volunteer, but still it allows me vastly improve my skills. Also let us not forget that I am also volunteering at the downtown Linebaugh library. So that makes me happy. Anyhow, I think that is all for now. I will discuss more later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radiohead "House of Cards"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5799629414219696740?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5799629414219696740/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5799629414219696740' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5799629414219696740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5799629414219696740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-role-in-society.html' title='my new role in society'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2601318812065871418</id><published>2008-09-05T14:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:43:20.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my top two favorite television shows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;Good afternoon, I am listening to Michael C. Hall's interview on Fresh Air from 2002. He portrays David Fisher. I am about to listen to the interview with Lauren Ambrose. She portrays Claire Fisher. I am thinking that Six Feet Under will probably become my favorite television show. As of now, it is My So-Called Life. Though it could very well much be a tie. I mean it just seems unfair to compare the two. One lasted for five seasons and the other for only 19 episodes and it just ended. Also the one-season was very influential in my life. Then again, it just does not matter which is my favorite of the two. Six Feet Under and My So-Called Life are my two favorite television shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="title_song"&gt;Sia "Breathe Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2601318812065871418?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2601318812065871418/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2601318812065871418' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2601318812065871418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2601318812065871418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-top-two-favorite-television-shows.html' title='my top two favorite television shows'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5719444434021808392</id><published>2008-09-02T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:20:22.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a very meaning rant of the mind into which I...well enough with the title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;I just had some tea. I am satisfied and calm. The first of the month posting will be posted soon. I am just lazy. Just kidding. I will have it posted. I will visit September 01 of the year 1995. Wow...thirteen years have passed since then. Anyhow, I have the day off tomorrow because I will be in Nashville for my doctor's appointment. As such, I will be punished by receiving three points for the day. A doctor's excuse will not even wipe away the points. But what can I say about it? I have been thinking a lot about my identity as an American of African decent. I listened to the Michelle Obama speech last week and it made me proud to be who I am. I am not saying that I was never not proud of being dark-skinned, but it has helped to put things in perspective. People often put too much attention on someone's race or gender or any of the stupid categories we have for ourselves. I know that you will see someone and a word can be used to describe that person. I just feel that it does not have to be the defining characteristic of that person. You do not have to behave in a certain manner just because you belong to a certain category. But this could be my idealistic part of me and I may not know anything about which I am speaking, err...typing. I just realize something, I think this is actually one of the few times where I have actually sat down and just typed out my continuous thoughts. I could just go on and on about everything that I have neglected for the past few years and yet right now I can feel as though I am backing away from the threshold. Why am I doing this to myself? To others. It is not because I have some gigantic secret to dispell (is that even a word). Nothing of that nature. I have too much to say. I could seriously spend all day typing and it still would not be enough. There you go again. I have to say though that this has been a great year for me. I have kept up the political campaigns and all other news thanks to NPR. I am even on the verge of becoming a vegan...actually close to it anyhow. I think about that as I was discussing above. When people are placed into categories, it is as if they become lock to laws and any messups (another made-up word) will be blown out of proportion. Anyhow, yeah where was I? So I do not have to act a certain way just because I am of African decent. I do have to do a damn thing just because I am a man with a husband. I think all of this self-discovery could be because I just watched a revolutionary documentary called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago 10&lt;/span&gt;. Very powerful...very riveting. You should watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to end this crazy entry, here is a list of my top three favorite songs as of now. I have a mixture of all three in my head at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="title_song"&gt;01. David Byrne &amp;#38; Brian Eno "Strange Overtones"&lt;br /&gt;02. Lupe Fiasco "Hip Hop Saved My Life"&lt;br /&gt;03. Radiohead "House of Cards"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5719444434021808392?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5719444434021808392/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5719444434021808392' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5719444434021808392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5719444434021808392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-meaning-rant-of-mind-into-which.html' title='a very meaning rant of the mind into which I...well enough with the title...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3284710646568995610</id><published>2008-08-29T10:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:37:20.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Senator John McCain has chosen his vice-president</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;I just found out that &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=94100211" target="_blank"&gt;Senator John McCain has chosen Gov. Sarah Palin as his vice-president&lt;/a&gt;. Wow! I think a lot of Senator Hilary Clinton supporters who are bitter about Senator Barack Obama not choosing Clinton as his vice-president will probably go over to McCain. I must admit that this makes for a very interesting few months leading up to November 04th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Radiohead "House of Cards"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3284710646568995610?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3284710646568995610/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3284710646568995610' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3284710646568995610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3284710646568995610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/senator-john-mccain-has-chosen-his-vice.html' title='Senator John McCain has chosen his vice-president'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8933738643114783262</id><published>2008-08-29T06:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:37:40.101-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning post'/><title type='text'>catching up with graphic novels and speeches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;In the past few days, I have read &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ice Haven&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David Boring&lt;/span&gt;. Now I am in the midst of reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fell&lt;/span&gt;, a comic book written by Warren Ellis and illustrated by Ben Templesmith. I have the graphic novel that collects issues 01-09. The artwork is wonderful. If it were not for the corruption and unease of the context of the novel, I could easily visualize myself in the many images. Oh yeah, I must discuss the great opportunity that has been given to me. First of all, I might be the web person for the Political Science department once again. The details are being ironed out. Also tomorrow, I have my orientation at the downtown library. I will be volunteering there.  I may even have a chance at teaching a computer class. That would be very thrilling. There is so much that I want to discuss. I spend my day working on stupid images all day long and my words become backed up and I just need to keep updating this online journal on a more consistent basis. It is not like me to neglect this site. There is so much happening. I have listened to the many speeches that were given at this week's Democratic Convention. I was very much inspired by Michelle Obama's speech. Later this morning, I will listen to Barack Obama's speech. You can download them from the NPR web site. The links to Obama's speech is &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=94087570" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.npr.org/ templates/ story/ story.php?storyId=94087570&lt;/a&gt;. I will have to use another post to explain my epiphany I had about being an American of African decent. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Living Colour "Cult of Personality"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8933738643114783262?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8933738643114783262/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8933738643114783262' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8933738643114783262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8933738643114783262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up-with-graphic-novels-and.html' title='catching up with graphic novels and speeches'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3580148225242645147</id><published>2008-08-20T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:12:59.184-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night bliss'/><title type='text'>a recount with words and imaginary graphics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;On my lunch break, I finished reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ice Haven&lt;/span&gt;. It was a great read and I feel a since of somewhat sadness. I think that is why I hardly ever finish reading something. I just want to live in various moments within the story. How silly of my when all I have to do is just pick up the book and start at a random spot or even reread it. I was thinking of rereading books from my youth to see how they resonate with my life. One powerful book I read was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich&lt;/span&gt; a novel written by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. He died a few weeks ago. I kept a journal of my thoughts as I read the novel. It would be interesting to see how  this novel relates to me now. I read it in late 1993, early 1994. It was for my Advanced English class. We had to read books and then write about them. Anyhow, I have been going about my day as if they were stills in a comic or graphic novel. In the midst of taking my medicine, my continuous thought patterns would appear above me. People seem to take mundane life experiences for granted. I have to tell you all about the good news and the possible good news. I will keep this in thought in my next entry. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;David Byrne and Brian Eno "Strange Overtones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3580148225242645147?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3580148225242645147/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3580148225242645147' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3580148225242645147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3580148225242645147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/recount-with-words-and-imaginary.html' title='a recount with words and imaginary graphics'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8739209920133934110</id><published>2008-08-19T06:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:13:33.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning post'/><title type='text'>a further exploration into my mind that has been cut short by my duty to work like a machine on images for schools</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;On the bus this morning, I started reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ice Haven&lt;/span&gt;. It is a comic strip novel by Daniel Clowes. The book's contents were originally published as the comic book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eightball #22&lt;/span&gt; and were subsequently reformatted to make the hardcover &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ice Haven&lt;/span&gt; book. Daniel Clowes is the guy responsible for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ghost World&lt;/span&gt; graphic novel and he is set to work with Michel Gondry (director of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/span&gt;) on a film. Clowes would write the screenplay and Gondry would direct. That should be interesting. Anyhow, I was reading &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ice Haven&lt;/span&gt; on the bus to work. It made me think about how much I miss reading comics and graphic novels. I was never into those hero comic (no offense to those of course). I can actually remember a day back in 2001 or 2002 when Lucas Antoniak (I think I spelled his name right) and I were discussing this. He had a comic series in the Sidelines paper called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Burnt Orange Peel&lt;/span&gt;. I need to get back into reading comics. I think inspire me to get more into what I want to do. I want to create art. I enjoy how comics are kind of the middle point between film and literature. I have such an imaginative mind and my endeavor into this hybrid of visual imagery and animation will allow me to explore this. Alas, my writing this morning needs to be cut short. I must start working like a machine on images for schools. I will discuss more later. Thank you Johnny for commenting on my words. I usually hear from the m. blinky as well. I am sure to him from you as well. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Radiohead "House of Cards"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8739209920133934110?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8739209920133934110/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8739209920133934110' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8739209920133934110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8739209920133934110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/further-exploration-into-my-mind-that.html' title='a further exploration into my mind that has been cut short by my duty to work like a machine on images for schools'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5381337905846559045</id><published>2008-08-18T06:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:29:58.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning post'/><title type='text'>did someone hijack the knight bus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;good morning, i just found out that the next Harry Potter film, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;, will be released on 17. Juli 2009. I wonder why. I have been trying to find out, but I have no clear answers. Oh well! anyhow, it is going to be a good day I suppose. Oh this morning, I was waiting for the bus to arrive and when the bus did show up, the words "Emergency Call the Police" appeared where the route information would be displayed. I calmly took my seat and looked around. I found out that the bus was malfunctioned and that it would be switched at the downtown hub. I was a little worried for a moment there. I was afraid that someone was secretly hijacking the bus. Anyhow, I think that is all for this morning. I need to post this online.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Aimee Mann "31 Today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5381337905846559045?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5381337905846559045/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5381337905846559045' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5381337905846559045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5381337905846559045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-someone-hijack-knight-bus.html' title='did someone hijack the knight bus?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3119169941252793944</id><published>2008-08-15T06:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:43:42.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a slice of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning post'/><title type='text'>a spiritual clarity after heavy weights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;Good morning, i had a great experience last night. I had just worked out. Oh yeah, I have started working out with the heavy weights and all. I have lost a lot of weight, but do not become too concerned. I have started eating a bit healthier and so my body is getting rid of all of the toxins caused by the overly processed foods. Michael and I have made i a mission to eat mostly whole foods, natural foods...organic foods...more plants. I am on my journey to becoming a vegan. Anyhow, I worked out with the heavy weights. I was breathing in deeply and afterwards, I kept this deep breathing and at some point, I was just sitting down and I came very close to having an out of body experience. It felt very assuring and relaxing. It was a spiritual moment of some sorts. I should have written here just moments after, but I did not. Instead, I took a warm shower. Then Michael and I watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ren &amp; Stimpy&lt;/span&gt; cartoons while drinking some warm Tazo tea. His flavor of choice was -green tea- th vert&amp;#233; (code name: Zen). My flavor of choice was -herbal infusion- infusion d'herbes (code name: Calm).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Missy Elliott featuring Timbaland, Lil' Kim &amp; Mocha "Hit Em Wit Da Hee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3119169941252793944?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3119169941252793944/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3119169941252793944' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3119169941252793944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3119169941252793944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/spiritual-clarity-after-heavy-weights.html' title='a spiritual clarity after heavy weights'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5693643496108956318</id><published>2008-08-13T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:51:42.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a revaluation'/><title type='text'>pictures, images, and sound in motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;I have been enjoying the fact that the weather has been a bit cloudy lately. Whenever I take my lunch break (which I will in a moment), I can sit on this one particular bench. Typically it has been scorching hot outside and I hide underneath the shade of a tree. Though I might sit on the ground today (depending on my mood). I need to jot down some ideas. Pamike had suggested an idea for some sort of creation and it sounds fantastic. I think I have found my calling. It will be something in the line of visual arts. I like to think of movies...film...as pictures, images, and sound in motion. This realization keeps me in moving throughout my day. I shall expand upon this idea at another time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Howie Day "Collide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5693643496108956318?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5693643496108956318/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5693643496108956318' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5693643496108956318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5693643496108956318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-images-and-sound-in-motion.html' title='pictures, images, and sound in motion'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8792007543747718325</id><published>2008-08-05T06:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:18:56.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning post'/><title type='text'>a good morning post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;Good morning. I am so tired and I do not know what to write about this very morning. I am early to work. It is not quite time for me to clock just yet, so I am typing in my electronic diary. Just expelling all of my thoughts. I hope you all like the new design. I know that I promised a full version for August 8th, but I might do one of two things. I might wait until the 24th (since 08 multiplied times three equals 24) or I might just not include everything and then over time add more to it. Make it a work in progress type of thing. I have not decided. Enough of web design. I might go to see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Brideshead Revisited&lt;/span&gt; this Friday at the Green Hills Theatre. I love that place. They always have show independent films and it makes me happy. I have not been to the movies by myself in a long time. I always find it to be fun. I should type in my journal when I am not so tired. I should jot some notes here and there throughout the day and then post them here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Nas "Sly Fox" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; M83 "Kim&amp;Jessie" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8792007543747718325?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8792007543747718325/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8792007543747718325' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8792007543747718325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8792007543747718325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-morning-post.html' title='a good morning post'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4508436709780203093</id><published>2008-08-01T18:04:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:43:08.478-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first of the month look back'/><title type='text'>first of the month look back 05: i hope i get to hang out with a disciple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="journal_correction"&gt;Well this entry is a super long entry and I have not the time to actually give a deep analysis for it. But just so that you know, I attended summer school at Hillsboro High School. It was a special summer school session to prepare students for the PSAT test. I worked at the Krystal's in Green Hills. I also attended the Nashville Church, so you will notice that I mention disciplers. This is someone who guides you on your spiritual journey or what have you. Anyhow read the journal entry of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 01. August 1994&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of August. This morning I woke up to a buzzing alarm. I took a shower and got dressed for summer school. I wore the overalls that Brette gave me with me and the blue and pink striped shirt that Michael gave me. I ate hotdogs and potato chips for breakfast. On the bus to school, I looked over the PSAT test. I'm so ready for the test. At school, I sat in the table by the window. When I took the test, I realized that this is the same test that I had taken last year. The test was divided into four sections, each being 30 minutes long. At the end of the section two, we took a 15-minute break. We got out at 11.30, so I went to walk around at Green Hills Mall. Rebekah works at Bellevue Centre. I hope to ditch Krystals and work in the mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sat down on a bench next to Caryle and Company (a perfume shop), I thought about the next time I would get to hang out with a disciple. At noon, I left the mall to venture to work. I hope I have fun at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, I worked at the front line cashier. Three cashiers were busy at work. Confort was being mean to me. Everytime I would try to get a drink, she would shove me out of the way. I then cleaned the dining room area. It took me at least an hour to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:19, I took my break. I get a 30-minute break. On break, I made myself lemonade. While I was on my break, I thought about how I would spend today and tomorrow afternoon. I hope that I get to spend it with disciples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:49, I went back to work. Only 2 hours and 11 minutes to go until I go home. Hooray! I told William about an incident from my childhood. He didn't laugh at me which was good. A customer ordered a Krystal for only 42 cents, but he only had 41 cents, so I paid a penny for her. She gave me a 25 cent tip which was nice. Later, Paul Dowel walked in. He had a friend name Jason with him. They wanted to hang out with me. Paul showed me his driver's licence. His picture looks like one of those members of Pavement. They told me that they'll be back at 5 to hang out but not to miss the bus if they did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I gave Solomon a quarter. He said that he'll pay me back tomorrow. I then waited for Paul and Jason to show up. At 5:17pm, Paul showed up. He drove his mother's car. He is a good driver. He told me that he never met Jason before, but he said that he was cool. He drove me to my grandmother's house. I hope that I'll get to see him in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my grandmother's house, I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I then called people from church. Wendel, Lindsey, Ray, Michael, Xing, and Rebekah were not home. Scott was home. He was getting ready for dinner. He works tomorrow until 9pm. So we won't be able to hang out. Mary is out of town until next Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and ate an apple. On the news, the abortion issue was discussed. I am against abortion. I'm also mad at people who shoot abortionists. If you're pro-life, then why kill someone? You'll be a hypocrite to your cause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7pm, I watched The Simpsons. Spinal Tap appeared on the show. After that show, I wrote down songs on all of my tapes. I realized that I had the song by Pearl Jam called "Go" from Versus. So I went to my mom's room and played it on her radio. I haven't heard that song in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8pm, I watched Murphy Brown. This used to be my favorite show. Now I don't watch cable much. Our cable is out. Around 9:30 on 103.3FM, I heard Pearl Jam with "Daughter." This is a cool song. This song makes me think of the group that I used to hang around with. In October through December of 1993, we used to eat by the abandoned scoreboard booth. We called it people's pod. Sometimes I had to run there when it rained to keep from getting wet. Mostly everyone was part of a band. I wish I was in a band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group that I hung around with would play the weirdest games. One game was what I called grape volleyball. Basically one person would take a grape then spit it to the other person. The other person tries to catch in his or her mouth and then spit it back. If it falls on the ground, the person would pick it up, wipe it off and then start again. Now that's disgusting. I remember one day when Michelle Polk was eating an apple, she gave the apple to Bryan to eat and back to her. She gave me the apple to eat and then she ate the rest. Soon there was a rule prohibiting eating outside, so the group just disappeared. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the channel 5 10 o'clock news, I found out that second-hand smoking can lead to heart diseases. I guess I need to watch out for people who smoke because I could probably end up in the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I listened to Toad the Wet Sprocket's "Fall Down," I thought about how I would spend the week. Tomorrow, I will go to summer school and then to work. I'll try to go on break by 3pm, so that I can cash my check. After work, I'll go downtown to buy some school supplies. I'll also try to get something for Rebekah's birthday. She turns 18. Today is Jessica's birthday's 16th birthday. I'll send her a card in the mail. It will be late so I hope that she does not get mad. I hope that I can spend time with my discipler tomorrow. Now that I think about it, I need to get a ride to Thursday's party. I'll call Wendal tomorrow. I don't want people to be upset with me. I also need to find out Saturday's activity and get a ride to that, find a ride to church on Sunday, and then arrange for someone to drive me to camping in Cloudland, Georgia. I have a lot to do. I hope that everything goes ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10.46pm, as I listened to Alice in Chain's "I Stay Away," I thought of how evil and hatred can be spread from one person to another. It's sad that that happens. I hope that one day everyone will become disciples. My mom brought my sisters and I some Krystals. My Krystal had a little mustard on it. Shortly there after, I went to bed listening to 94.1 (Thunder 94).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Pearl Jam "Animal/Go/Daughter" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4508436709780203093?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4508436709780203093/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4508436709780203093' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4508436709780203093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4508436709780203093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-of-month-look-back-05.html' title='first of the month look back 05: i hope i get to hang out with a disciple'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5367703193395926138</id><published>2008-07-11T06:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:38:55.441-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning post'/><title type='text'>eleven days into the month</title><content type='html'>a small line was blinking just a bit and it stopped as  I started typing and thus begins my journal entry for today. i have not written in here in a while...things with me are looking good. yesterday afternoon, michael and i went to the new fancy kroger and bought some fresh vegetables...kale, collard greens, and spinach. using that and frozen vegetables, we made vegetable wraps and it was great. He got the idea from the Vegetarian Food for Thought podcast. We listened to part of it on the way to Kroger in fact. I think that someday I will become a vegan. It may not be today or tomorrow, but I think that it will eventually become of me to become a vegetarian. Also I plan on practicing yoga. Anyhow, that is all for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Thievery Corporation "Lebanese Blonde"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5367703193395926138?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5367703193395926138/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5367703193395926138' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5367703193395926138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5367703193395926138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/07/eleven-days-into-month.html' title='eleven days into the month'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6841615118404012671</id><published>2008-07-01T00:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:03:48.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first of the month look back'/><title type='text'>first of the month look back 04: the weak always blame the strong</title><content type='html'>Today I will revisit exactly 10 years ago today. It is the summer after my first year at MTSU and I am living at with mother in Nashville, TN. I had written in three entries into my book journal and I have typed them all out. I will then comment after all of the entries. So let us all go back ten years ago in my life and read about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Wednesday July 01st 1998...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="14px"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="maintext"&gt; 12.15pm&lt;br /&gt;That lunatic, Danny called last night and asked for Mary...what a loon. I'm doing ok...I'm gonna take a show in a few minutes so that I can see about the job at the customer service of Green Hills Mall....this is the day that I get to take the Hillsboro bus that gets downtown at 5:15...so I might see Tighlman on the bus. if so I 'll talk with him...I was chatting with Billy this morning...I told him that I talked with Mikey on the phone...he asked why I never talk to him and he signed off...so I was wondering if I should worry about that...I sent him an email...I wanna call him, but I wasn't sure if I could...I got some cool emails from David, another guy name David...he's happy to be my pen pal...and he'll be able to go to Nashville Tech soon...So he goes, I mean, he must be a resident of this city...damn this city for country music. Anyhow, why I am I sneezing so much? Crystal, Amanda, Clifton, and others also emailed me, so it's great to have supportive friends...well I hope Billy isn't mad at me...but like that chic from Melrose Place says "the weak ones always blame the strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.27pm&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the Hillsboro bus as it races down 21st Avenue and I have to say that this a hard thing to do...with all the bumps in the road and, but it's cool when he stops at red lights or to pick up a customer...I just got...I just saw John Tidwell...he was on the bus, but he had to get off...he apologized for the short time, but I assured him that it was ok...it's great to see friends such as him...looks like mean clouds in the sky are threatening to rain on us all...but rain is good though...it's good for nature damn it...I bought this journal that has words in it...so that was majorly cool...when I get home, I need to email some people...I'm really glad that I've gotten back in touch with my online friends...it's very reassuring and I think I have a cool idea for a poem called none other than "reassurance."""I didn't get the job at the Green Hills Mall customer service like I wanted, so my next line of action is to get a temp job...so wish me luck on my progress...you all know that tomorrow is the day I get my contacts...well it's the day I go to get my eyes examined...so I'm very much in a good mood now...I'll write more laterz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.18pm&lt;br /&gt;01. Peabody (Payne 02nd floor room 106)&lt;br /&gt;02. Garland (01st floor room 101 or 102)&lt;br /&gt;Those are the two computer labs that are open to the public...I might go tomorrow, but I might not since I have my eye appointment at 1pm...I cannot wait...the One-In-Teen meeting went well...I was so outgoing and alive...I talked with Will, Eric, Rhys, and others...JW or what ever the fuck his name is was brutally mean...he got pissed at I-Hop and said out lout, "that bitch is slow." he this really loud and it pissed me and other off...and Rusty is making me upset...though I'm not gonna worry about it, cause I'm not gonna let some leaver to beaver guy keep me down...I had cool conversations with Rhys...we talked about how some people talk about others behind their backs...like how people make fun of Tighlman behind his back...it really pisses me off...he was sitting by himself...and it was sad...he and his boyfriend really looked good together...and it make me mad that people made fun of him, I mean them...it was really hurtful...I am really glad that I'm talking to Jeff and Fredrick...and I can't wait until the Murfreesboro One-In-Teen starts...It will be so cool...talking to Eric is so cool...he has this cute face and it makes you say, "awe."...he's happy that I stopped smoking and so is Rhys...he's so sweet...I've made some numerous changed this week so fart...I'm more confident in the future and where I'm heading to and I'm not gonna let people like Rusty/Kenneth keep me from reaching my goal...the weak always blame the strong and I'm not gonna let it happen [to me]...anyhow I'm much happier now...so I'll talk more later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p class="maintext"&gt; Wow...what a reader that was! I was actually working as a security guard at the L&amp;C Tower in downtown Nashville. I worked a 12 hour shift on Saturdays and Sundays. So my weekends were full of me working and sleeping. I was trying to find a new job to replace it. I do not remember going in for that job interview. I do remember frantically finding a new job. Oh and I had AOL. I would chat with friends online with dial up during the wee hours of the morning. The dial up would tie up the line, so I had to check my email and such at night. Billy was a guy I dated online. We were going to meet, but never did. I was strange in that I dated guys over the internet. Billy lived in Indiana. He and I "broke up" and then I sort of started Mikey. That did not last all. About this time, I started reading this book called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awakening the Giant Within&lt;/span&gt; and it was all about gaining self-esteem and I think it helped me a great deal. I always hate it when I see friends of mine for a split second as I did with John. He and I would ride talk on the Hillsboro bus to school when I was a senior in high school. I hung out with him the summer after when I would hang out with Rose. I saw him at Cafe Coco in 2004 and it seemed that he and I would start back to hanging out like old times, but somehow, it did not happen. I think at the time I was reluctant to restart a friendship in the vein of "our 1995/1996" friendship was so great that it can never be duplicated. We might as well just be strangers and not try to build upon it. I wish that I can take back that attitude. And just like how everyone I mentioned from the One-In-Teen section are all stuck in some picturesque part if my history...I was going somewhere with that sentence, but I lost the train of thought. I do miss going to those meetings, but I think that even at that time, I was thinking, "I miss back when..." and I never did really fully allow myself to enjoy that time period or so it seems. Because when I look back on that time period, I cannot help but think about how at that time, I was thinking about how much I missed an earlier time. I suppose it was because at the time, many people had come and gone through One-In-Teen. I found myself missing those people greatly and I wanted so much to have that feeling again. Then again, I think it was because I could feel myself growing and that I knew that someday, I would look back on that time frame with great sadness for reasons I could not comprehend and who knows where life will take me ten years from now. I think another reason why I look back with sadness is because of the way that people back then treated Tighlman, but looking back on it now, maybe it was the other way around and really the people who taunted him were the sad ones. The weak ones are always trying to pull down the strong ones.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Fuel "Shimmer" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6841615118404012671?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6841615118404012671/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6841615118404012671' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6841615118404012671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6841615118404012671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-of-month-look-back-04-weak-always.html' title='first of the month look back 04: the weak always blame the strong'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-1879052998417381102</id><published>2008-06-24T20:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:10:28.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>traffic can slow down for new blue prints i suppose</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting that I need to add my guestbook to this site...the website where i have my guestbook is blocked at work and so i must redesign it when I am home. anyhow, it is getting late. i must be getting to bed soon. i have been disregarding my bedtime lately. i try to get to bed by 9pm, but oh well. i did enjoy my day. i caught up with both my mom and pamike by telephone today. i find it odd that i have yet to meet mike and yet we have known each other since 2004. and it is all thanks to myspace. the situation with my mom...well that is another situation into which i will delve some other time because that is some complicated stuff. i have written about it, but i think i want to create a fresh start and actually stick to it this time. my last few attempts i have chickened out because i just keep wearing the past around my neck like some cheap clothing. it is time for some new clothes and as Ruth Fisher reminded me in Six Feet Under, I need to start a new blueprint. anyhow, good night. i will now ride my traffic cone shaped car to dreamland. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Zero 7 "In the Waiting Line" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-1879052998417381102?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/1879052998417381102/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=1879052998417381102' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1879052998417381102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/1879052998417381102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/traffic-can-slow-down-for-new-blue.html' title='traffic can slow down for new blue prints i suppose'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6596725783186371759</id><published>2008-06-21T10:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:41:14.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bricks and walls</title><content type='html'>Hello I am writing this at my friend's Alex place. One of those really old buildings that has been converted into condos. It is really spacious. It is odd that it is in a kind of poor neighborhood. It used to be a factory of some sort and I used to walk around this area when I was in high school and I lived in this area. It is in North Nashville nearby Monroe Street and Rosa Parks Bld. (the street formally known as 8th Avenue North). Anyhow, this place makes me yearn for future endeavors like in the futre. I think it is seeing the 22 Bordeaux bus line (did I spell that right?) anyhow, I think that is all for now. Michael and I will head to Nashville Shores later today. Fun and excitement...Anyhow, like I just said before, that is all for now. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; The Radio Dept. "Freddie and the Trojan Horse" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6596725783186371759?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6596725783186371759/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6596725783186371759' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6596725783186371759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6596725783186371759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/bricks-and-walls.html' title='bricks and walls'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4456555404066480640</id><published>2008-06-20T06:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:44:07.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bad pizza</title><content type='html'>Good morning, it is Friday. So then I will have the whole entire weekend to do nothing. Michael and I ate at Cici's Pizza. We had not eaten there in a long time. But my lands...the food there is not that good at all. It is ok...but I would rather not eat there so I will no longer eat there in the future. I think I have become somewhat picky about what foods I eat. When you think about it, why put food in your body that has no nutritional value and very little of it. Your body is just going to rid itself of it or use it in very hurtful ways. Perhaps all of this chaos with high food prices and unnecessary high fructose corn syrup will lead me to eat more natural and organic foods. Though it could also lead me to becoming a food snob, but oh well. Hey I do not look down upon the person who eats fat greasy burgers from McDonald's on a daily basis. I am just very happy that I am a vegetarian. I think the grossness of the world's food is getting to me...than again all of this could just be my daily  morning medicated musings. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Ladytron "Ghosts" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4456555404066480640?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4456555404066480640/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4456555404066480640' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4456555404066480640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4456555404066480640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-pizza.html' title='bad pizza'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3198883367570031096</id><published>2008-06-19T06:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:30:10.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>flashy flash</title><content type='html'>good morning and what a good morning it is. the week is nearly over and soon it will be the weekend. michael and i are going to some kind of water park this  Saturday. i have a a doctor's appointment this Saturday as well...a follow-up to the wisdom teeth extraction that i had undergone weeks ago. it seems like so long ago and yet it was just a little over a month ago...a month and three days i think. anyhow, there is nothing new with me. my days are typically the same. i suppose that can be gratifying. at least it is not like like summer where i was constantly searching for a new job. that was just annoying. but that is the past. the morning is breezing past at a fast pace. it does create a very comfortable feeling though. i can easily just chill out and concentrate on my breathing. i really hate having bad toxins in my body. one day i plan on eating better and getting air into my body. yuck. anyhow, that is all for now. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt; Air "Mer Du Japon" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3198883367570031096?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3198883367570031096/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3198883367570031096' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3198883367570031096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3198883367570031096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/flashy-flash.html' title='flashy flash'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6968936650129985021</id><published>2008-06-18T06:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:33:32.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>morning medicatd musing</title><content type='html'>good morning, i have been switched to new medicine  so my mornings are a bit strange because i still feel as though i am somewhat asleep. Time travels really fast now as well. I sometimes feel as though i am on a bus traveling sideways. it is has some odd effects, but i think it is kind of interesting because it presents a new angle for my life. as in what April and i were discussing a few months ago. How certain parts of your life has a certain aura around it. when you think back to certain parts of your life, you immediately pull up certain images, sounds, smells, and perhaps even tastes. so i think that this portion of my life (the summer of 2008) for me will be filled with sideway visions and multiple visits to the dentists office. also season 02 of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/span&gt; and my daily attempt at winning the gold cup in the mirror mode of the flower cup of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mario Kart: Double Dash&lt;/span&gt; (for the Nintendo 64). Also the many podcasts to which I have subscribed (many of them are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NPR-related&lt;/span&gt;). I do feel a little tired, but not enough to make me fall asleep. Just enough to make me zone out for the next few hours while I am at work. I wonder if it really is true that most people are on some sort of medication. Anyhow, while my mind just wonders and wanders, well never mind, I thought I could end this entry with some sort of witty remark, but it looks like I may not be able to do that this morning. Oh well. I kind of miss when the primaries were a big source of topic. At least now we can focus on the November election and getting Mr. President Bush out of the oval office. (how about that for an ending to this entry?) &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;M83 "Couleurs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6968936650129985021?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6968936650129985021/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6968936650129985021' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6968936650129985021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6968936650129985021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/breating-like-mice.html' title='morning medicatd musing'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-668905089772852620</id><published>2008-06-16T06:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:38:49.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>status quo fixed</title><content type='html'>good morning, everything is passing by so quickly this morning. i feel as though i am on some sort of transit bus going by sideways and really fast. so this post will be super short. as in this post is over now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Gnarls Barkley "Run"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-668905089772852620?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/668905089772852620/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=668905089772852620' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/668905089772852620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/668905089772852620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-morning-everything-is-passing-by.html' title='status quo fixed'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8184853104036702157</id><published>2008-06-12T06:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T06:44:40.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>currently thinking of a title</title><content type='html'>i have made some updates to this page. i updated the photography section by adding three more photos. I am going to try to keep that section more updated where i will have other photos aside from myself. perhaps michael and my various animals will provide a starting place. Who knows. anyhow, where was I? i also added some links to my bookmarks page. i needed to add links to both npr and last.fm since I listen to those all of the time that I am at work. that is where i am now. it is somewhat quiet here at the work office. a lot of people are out...mostly from being laid off. i am in the works of adding back both my weblog and my guestbook. i miss having those added to this page. anyhow, i think that is all for now. i will discuss more later. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Gnarls Barkley "Run"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8184853104036702157?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8184853104036702157/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8184853104036702157' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8184853104036702157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8184853104036702157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/currently-thinking-of-title.html' title='currently thinking of a title'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5493686271736986474</id><published>2008-06-10T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:12:11.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing to do post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afternoon bliss'/><title type='text'>1 2 3 4 5 6 ... nothing to do</title><content type='html'>I have gotten out of sinc in writing in this journal, but I think that I can manage. There is nothing for me to do now. I am enjoying my day though. I enjoyed my lunch of mac-n-cheese. It made me very happy. I had to eat lunch in the shade of a tree instead of the bench where I normally sit. I thin k that a random insect bit me. I have a bump on my arm and it is quite itchy. I am resisting the urge to scratch it. It had swollen to a nasty looking bump. What can I do? Anyhow, that is my afternoon musings for today. I now return you all to your regularly scheduled program.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;DJ Shadow "The Number Song [Cut Chemist Party mix]" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5493686271736986474?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5493686271736986474/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5493686271736986474' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5493686271736986474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5493686271736986474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-2-3-4-5-6-nothing-to-do.html' title='1 2 3 4 5 6 ... nothing to do'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5148248072440730490</id><published>2008-06-02T17:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:43:20.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyed in such a calm manner</title><content type='html'>Good evening...I am in my home relaxed...gosh...i am in a calm mood. My mood is calm I should say. Anyhow, I have no idea what to say about the whole primary situation. This weekend, the DNC decided to give delegates of Michigan and Florida to both Obama and Clinton. A lot of people are really upset that Obama had received delegates in Michigan since he chose to take his name from the ballots. So a lot of Clinton supporters feel that the need to vote for McCain in the national election if Obama wins the Democratic nomination. I think that is the worst thing that you can do. It would be one thing if they were going to vote for him if they believe in his principles...Do these people believe in his principle? Oh yeah and what about those people getting all bent up about the website utube.com instead of youtube.com...I understand if people get confused by the spelling. Let me go into details first. There is a company located near Toledo, Ohio called UTube aka Universal Tube. Universal Tube is a heavy equipment refurbishing company. According to the NPR story, "This UTube, a small company with just 15 employees, has had its Web site, utube.com, since 1996. But over the past year, as the video site got popular, many Web-surfers trying to go to YouTube typed in the wrong address and wound up on this company's Web site." Many people get confused when trying to get to youtube. "Some confused people call the phone number on his company's Web site." So basically these people will Just go and read the article...People just do not know how to think. It really makes me mad...oh yeah the link. &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=11200092" target="_blank"&gt;http:// www.npr.org/ templates/ story/ story.php?storyId=11200092&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;The Roots featuring Chrisette Michele and Wale "Rising Up" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5148248072440730490?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5148248072440730490/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5148248072440730490' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5148248072440730490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5148248072440730490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/annoyed-in-such-calm-manner.html' title='annoyed in such a calm manner'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4468682133262521998</id><published>2008-06-01T00:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:24:00.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first of the month look back'/><title type='text'>irst of the month look back 03: looks like a job hunt gone wild (previously untitled)</title><content type='html'>this time I will try something different for the first of the month post. I will let you read the journal entry and then comment on it. first I will say that this entry is from 1996 on this first day of June. I had just graduated high school. I had quit my job at Kroger and so i was quickly looking for a new job. Anyhow read the journal entry of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 01. Juni 1996&lt;br /&gt;Today was an ok day. I spent most of the day going through amd rearranging my school stuff. It took a very long time. I took time to watch The Brady Bunch with my sister. I only watch a small bit of it. In the morning, well actually afternoon, I went to see about my job at Circle K and Peter told me that the manager won't be there until Monday. I really need to get a job and quickly. I need to pay my bills. I walked to this clothing store. They had nifty stuff. They had all these cool shirts. My mom was on the bus that I got on. She's been really nice to me. I went to the library to look for books to tutor Timothy. I found all of these cool books. There's this one great book about Philosophy. I'm going to read it. I went to the bus place. I caught up with Karen Meriwhether. She signed my yearbook. Then Jimmy and my mom showed up. Jimmy now goes to McGavock. I'm so glad to have great friends. Karen told me to keep in touch with her. Then we all went to catch our buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I barely even remember this day. I remember trying to get a job at the Circle K (the one that is nearby Belmont University.  I remember tutoring this kid (Timothy). I have no idea who this Jimmy character is. As for my mom being nice to me. I am quite shocked. She had no idea that I was gay at this point. No idea. I do remember Karen though. I had actually met her in 7th grade....circa Fall 1990. I think it was in the fall of 1991 when she, a guy name Wil, and I would hang out during lunch. This was when I attended Martin Luther King Magnet. It is kind of disturbing when you read something you have written years ago and have no recollection but oh well. That is how life continues. You seem to forget certain facets of your life.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Garbage "Stupid Girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4468682133262521998?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4468682133262521998/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4468682133262521998' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4468682133262521998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4468682133262521998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/06/irst-of-month-look-back-03-looks-like.html' title='irst of the month look back 03: looks like a job hunt gone wild (previously untitled)'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2383569359836550707</id><published>2008-05-26T16:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:27:01.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the rain is keeping me from surfing the internet. whenever it rains outside (as opposed to in my living room), the internet has troubles connecting. it is quite annoying. so i must type this now and post it later. i am eating a peanut butter-strawberry jam-honey-banana sandwich. it is great. a bit sticky. but oh well.  i am on this new medicine for the infection from the wisdom teeth extraction. it causes me to have this odd taste in my mouth at all times. it is quite annoying if you ask me. so everything i eat has a terrible taste to it. what can i do about it? what can i do? Michael is in the living playing a round of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mario Kart&lt;/span&gt;. It is such an addictive game. I play that game all of the time. Last night, he and I watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;. It is such a great movie. The lead character reminded me of Enid in many ways as I am sure many other people have noticed this as well. So it is raining outside and later, I need to relax with a warm towel on my face to keep down the swelling that is caused by my wisdom extraction. So I win end this entry while I continue to sip on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mint &amp; Honey flavored Sweet Leaf organic green tea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Gnarls Barkley "Going On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2383569359836550707?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2383569359836550707/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2383569359836550707' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2383569359836550707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2383569359836550707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/rain-is-keeping-me-from-surfing.html' title=''/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-330603552569282342</id><published>2008-05-25T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:24:12.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raine Meets Snow</title><content type='html'>Michael and i have a new kitten. his name is snow. our other cat, Raine, does not like snow that much. she hisses at him and sometimes at us. but i suppose that she will get over it. We keep snow in the bathroom so that the two cats can kind of sniff at one another. at certain times, we will lock Raine in the animal's room to allow snow to roam around and roam around he does. we were going to have company this evening, but the person became sick. So we went to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hollywood Video&lt;/span&gt; and we each picked out a movie (the two for $20 special). He chose &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 Days in Paris&lt;/span&gt; (we saw it at the Green Hills Theatre last year). I chose &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;. So we are going to watch that one this evening. I love it when you watch a movie that you just know that you are going to love. After the movie we will play a whole slew of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mario Kart&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;John Mayer "Say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-330603552569282342?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/330603552569282342/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=330603552569282342' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/330603552569282342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/330603552569282342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/raine-meets-snow.html' title='Raine Meets Snow'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5837461417672735393</id><published>2008-05-24T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:20:54.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>homemade pizza charted on the periodic table of elements</title><content type='html'>michael and i went to hang out with a friend this evening in Madison. we watched Family Guy, played Trivial Pursuit, and at pizza...HOMEMADE PIZZA that is. It was wonderful. Her apartment was all organized and the such. She had created a periodic table of rock 'n roll. she is in love with the periodic table of elements as i am. she had place mats of the periodic table of elements on her dining room table. she has everything in her apartment is organized. That really makes me jealous. I mean i want an organized place. I want to place my books in order based upon the Dewey Decimal System. I may do that. And I can enter everything into some sort of database. I just need to learn how to do something of that nature. Before going to her place, Michael and I went to McKay's. It is such a great place (though I have heard that the one in Knoxville is much better...who knew?). I think I saw Stuart...I think it was him, but I was not sure. I had met him through Jay and Carrie back in the summer of 2002. I need to send him a message on myspace and maybe perhaps that was him. I enjoyed myself as I looked around the store. There are just so many wonderful sections. I also loved it when My Bloody Valentine was played over the intercom. It made me think of my dear friend Mike from Pennsylvania. I bought a few books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank's Tales from the Annex...This is a collection of Ann Frank's lesser known works. So I need to read her diary and then this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre's Existentialism and Human Emotions....I need to find out what exactly is existentialism. I can barely describe it. However, I want to be able to fully describe it for other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau's Civil Disobedience and Other Essays...When I was roommates with Shame back in 2001, he told me about this great essay and I never got around to reading it and I really wish that back then, I would have read more literary works, but guess what? I know have plenty of time to do so. I should start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th Edition of The Longman Writer [Rhetoric, Reader, Handbook]. This gigantic book was only 75 cents and it should help me with my writing. So why not buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, I really had a great evening hanging out at Erica's place. I feel as though I have been somewhat rejuvenated.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;My Bloody Valentine "Sometimes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5837461417672735393?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5837461417672735393/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5837461417672735393' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5837461417672735393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5837461417672735393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/homemade-pizza-charted-on-periodic.html' title='homemade pizza charted on the periodic table of elements'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5530571993704078299</id><published>2008-05-23T07:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:05:23.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>visit to Vanderbilt</title><content type='html'>I need head out soon. I am going to the Bank of America bank on Blakemore...the one that is nearby the Vanderbily campus. So I going to either walk or take a quick Hillsboro bus to it. I need to deposit my two checks. I cannot believe that I received two checks this pay period. It would seem that one of those checks is a bonus check. Who knew? I enjoyed the bus ride to Nahville. It arrived in Nashville in good time as well. The bus was packed. There was a lot of people who got on the bus at MTSU and at this place on Northwest Broad right by Kroger. Then it was off to Nashville via I-840 and I-24 and the interstate was not all that busy! Anyhow, this is Timmy reporting live from the Vanderbilt Library. More news later. Oh yeah and my bottom right lip is still numb. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;The Radio Dept. "I Don't Like It Like This"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5530571993704078299?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5530571993704078299/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5530571993704078299' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5530571993704078299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5530571993704078299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/visit-to-vanderbilt.html' title='visit to Vanderbilt'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8353693231151821982</id><published>2008-05-22T12:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:58:34.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it smells like spring</title><content type='html'>It smells like spring outside. I can smell the honeysuckle bushes. I think that the heat is intensifying the smell, which is good because you all know what how it would smell if manure was around. It would be really terrible. At least I am in the shade of a tree sitting on this nice comfy bench. My break is nearly over. I have my doctor's appointment tomorrow. This is a check-up to the operation I had last week. The dentists will look at my teeth and say something like, "hmm...you should rinse with this." or something like that. So I will ride the bus to Nashville and hang out at Vanderbilt before my appointment and perhaps even hang out in Green Hills after my appointment. In the afternoon, I will hang out with Michael for his late afternoon break and then it will be back to home in Murfreesboro. How do you like that plan? Oh yeah and my bottom right lip is still numb. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Coldplay "Viva La Vida" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8353693231151821982?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8353693231151821982/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8353693231151821982' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8353693231151821982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8353693231151821982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-smells-like-spring.html' title='it smells like spring'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5163621486784418529</id><published>2008-05-21T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:49:30.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>before drifting off to sleep</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I was thinking about the various calendars I would make between 1991 and 1994. I specifially making one for 1994 that summer (summer of 1994). I had made the dates look like diamonds, though I found it difficult to write in events for that day in that type of shape. I had placed a photo of the OJ Simpson car chase into it. I think I was really obsessed with it at the time. Then one day, I lost this calendar. I do not know what happened to the other calendars. I think in a way, these type of journals are what motivated me to later write in journals. And I continue to do so today (as I am doing now). Actually I find it amazing that all of my 20's are documented. Now put that in a pipe and smoke it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Airiel "Shirley Temple Tidal Wave" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5163621486784418529?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5163621486784418529/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5163621486784418529' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5163621486784418529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5163621486784418529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-drifting-off-to-sleep.html' title='before drifting off to sleep'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2664287837544587224</id><published>2008-05-20T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:39:44.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a long walk home</title><content type='html'>Today I left work in time to catch the last bus to the transportation hub. I was the only person on the bus so it was rather peaceful. The bus driver has to go to a place to fill up the bus with fuel before taking me to the hub. I walked home from there and it was peaceful walk. The sun was not to hot I do not recall. Michael is still in Nashville. He went to some sort of appreciation dinner for volunteering at the Frist Art Center. He sent me a text message saying that there were all sort of fancy food and wine in attendance (wait that sounds as if a big gigantic wine bottle is walking around the place talking to the many people...oh well...it is a rather humorous thought). Oh yeah and today Clinton is poised to win Kentucky while Obama is poised to win Oregon. So that is my political news for this day.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Erykah Badu "Back in the Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2664287837544587224?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2664287837544587224/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2664287837544587224' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2664287837544587224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2664287837544587224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-walk-home.html' title='a long walk home'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3752841729352182446</id><published>2008-05-19T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:31:09.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally out of the inside and onto the outside</title><content type='html'>As I walked to the bus stop this morning, I realized that I had not ventured outside this entire weekend. So it felt kind of odd to walk...just a little bit. I sat calmly on the bus to work and I was rather pleased. Oh and as I waited at the bus stop for the bus to arrive, I saw a rabbit roaming around someone's yard. It made me smile to see such a sight. In other news, my mouth is ok. It is very bothersome to yawn which is what I have been doing the most at work. I am not really tired. I have to wake up at 1am to takea dosage of Amoxicllin. This is so that I do get any infections. I would hate to be walking down East Main Street and have some red eyed individual who happens to be running really fast to bite me in the neck. My bottom right lip is still numb. It should get better in a few days I hope.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Zero 7 featuring Sia "You're My Flame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3752841729352182446?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3752841729352182446/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3752841729352182446' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3752841729352182446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3752841729352182446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-out-of-inside-and-onto-outside.html' title='finally out of the inside and onto the outside'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-2953522638180157488</id><published>2008-05-18T18:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:22:16.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>two days after the extraction</title><content type='html'>good evening everyone, i am fine after having all of my wisdom teeth extracted. I wish I could have been put asleep. I was looking forward to all of the wierd and messed up dreams, but oh well. I have spent most of this weekend in bed asleep or just lying in bed thinking about the many projects to which I need to attend. The bleeding in my teeth has stopped. So I guess I may be well to go to work this week. We shall see though. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Toad the West Sprocket "Hope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-2953522638180157488?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/2953522638180157488/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=2953522638180157488' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2953522638180157488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/2953522638180157488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-days-after-extraction.html' title='two days after the extraction'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-7793085744666853333</id><published>2008-05-17T20:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:30:31.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>post extractions</title><content type='html'>I feel a bit better today than yesterday. Today, my brain is on high alert and my teeth are somewhat numb. Yesterday morning, my wisdom teeth were extracted. All four of them. I was pumped up on Novocaine and today, my face has swollen so much. I have stopped wearing the gauze in my mouth because the bleeding has stopped. So now I just rinse my mouth with warm salt water after I eat. One portion of my lips is still numb. It is the bottom right portion. I have been sleeping a lot today. Yesterday evening, I listened to the new nine inch nails album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ghost IV&lt;/span&gt; as I slept. It was very peaceful. My dreams all strung together like random thoughts. I think I was taking a journey through my mind. I was really hoping to be put asleep during the surgery, but I had not eaten anything that morning. Well I had not eaten much. So I was given local anesthesia and Novocaine. I closed my eyes during the whole procedure. I could hear the breaking of bone and the sound of the chisel or whatever instrument used to break the wisdom teeth out of my mouth. There was one point when the surgeon pointed out how he could see blood pumping in one of my arteries. I also remember the sound my top left wisdom tooth made as it was being pulled out. I could hear and somewhat feel the tooth shatter. I thought of an empty room with one light bulb...the room quickly darkens as the light bulb shatters. I have been feeling somewhat nauseas. Every time I would make a stop to the restroom or to get a glass of water, I would have ten seconds before the nauseas feeling would come over me. Also my bottom teeth on the right feels very cramped. Anyhow, I think I will stay awake for a few more hours and watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/span&gt; with Michael. Hopefully I will be able to make it through a movie. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;The Radio Dept. "I Don't Like It Like This"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-7793085744666853333?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/7793085744666853333/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=7793085744666853333' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7793085744666853333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/7793085744666853333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-extractions.html' title='post extractions'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-3828850981860341811</id><published>2008-05-12T21:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:06:48.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello...i am sending a link to myself and then typing something to later be placed in my online journal. i just do not feel like going to blogger and logging in and then later logging out. plus i am exhausted. Michael is in the living room playing some creepy game where some guy says something like, "welcome to the circus of values." and then you inject yourself with some kind of electric substance to make you shoot lightning bolts at people. it sounds like a really scary game. i wonder how Obama is doing as far as those super delegates. i picture these people with business attire walk into a telephone booth (if they can find one) and popping out with outside underwear and a cape. they then fly into a sky and drop magical pills into either a Obama container or a Clinton container. just watch out for Wario or dare me say Shyguy. Anyhow, that is all for now. just a simple text for a good night's sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Scarlett Johansson featuring David Bowie "Falling Down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-3828850981860341811?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/3828850981860341811/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=3828850981860341811' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3828850981860341811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/3828850981860341811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5535659702524586554</id><published>2008-05-12T06:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:31:53.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quickly i must type</title><content type='html'>good morning...i have about a few seconds to type something here  and  i think  i have used up that time. i am at work and it seems to be going well. ok this window is messing me up. anyhow, i am fine...i have just been neglecting my postings and all .. but i think everything will be ok. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Gnarls Barkley "Going On"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5535659702524586554?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5535659702524586554/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5535659702524586554' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5535659702524586554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5535659702524586554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/quickly-i-must-type.html' title='quickly i must type'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6243360716964689127</id><published>2008-05-06T06:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T06:30:48.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>are you saying what he is spitting?</title><content type='html'>Good morning. I am sitting behind the desk at work. I was thinking that Photoshop  CS3 had some kind of feature that lets you edit video. Oh well. I was working on some video editing last night. I videotaped myself walking in and out of my apartment complex and so I am going to edit it so that it looks like a multiple of myself walking around. I am highly excited about it. I want to get into video etditing and the whole film making business. I enjoy artistic endeavors.  Anyhow, I think that today will be a great day. Primaries will be held today in ...what two states?   North Carolina and Indiana. I am looking forward to when a candidate will be figured out for the Democrats. Then we can go on with the main presidential election. I still find it wonderful that a woman and an African-American are vying for the position of President. Wonderful...well gotta work now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Jay-Z "Ignorant Shit"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;M83 "America"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Airiel "In You Room"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6243360716964689127?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6243360716964689127/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6243360716964689127' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6243360716964689127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6243360716964689127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-saying-what-he-is-spitting.html' title='are you saying what he is spitting?'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-4584876265275799186</id><published>2008-05-04T14:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:27:48.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>video games...you just gotta love them</title><content type='html'>Ok so of late, I have become somewhat obsessed with three games and I will discuss those games. First there is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wario Ware, Inc.: Mega Party Games!&lt;/span&gt; It is the game for the total ADD person. You have all of these mini games within each other. I find it to be of rather fun. I especially like the fever module. The music always get stuck in my mind for hours and hours. Also I enjoy a lot of the random music played in the mini-games when you ride the elevator. There is one where you have to make Wario catch clothes (the music in this segment reminds me of the stereotypical elevator music) and then there is the one where you have to make the guy throw a free ball (the music in this segment reminds me of music from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sanford &amp; Son&lt;/span&gt; mixed with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's Happening!&lt;/span&gt;). Oh yeah and during fever, I always chose the dancing car. He just dances really cool. I know he has a name, but I do not know it. The second one is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mario Kart: Double Dash&lt;/span&gt;. I started  playing this one just this morning...well late last night. I enjoy playing as the combined duo of Waluigi and Birdo. Those two just crack me up to pieces. I enjoy the many races. I tend to do good in the first two races. I like the round with the shy guys. I think Birdo and Shy Guy are two of my favorite video games. And the third game...it has only been out for less than a week. Michael and I bought it yesterday afternoon. It is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grand Theft Auto 04&lt;/span&gt;. It is really great. The details to this game are breath-taking. It is a wonderful. Whenever I still a car, I like to tune into PLR (kind of like NPR). I am a sophisticated person with sophisticated taste. I just need to find out the route of the public bus system. I figured it out for Vice City and I am sure that I can do the same for this game. I also like it that the streets have names. I cannot play it much because I become dizzy with many 3-d games. so while Michael plays a bit of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;grand theft auto 04&lt;/span&gt;, i am in the animal's room discussing the games i am enjoying lately. so if you get a chance and you want to play some really cool games, i suggest these games. gosh i sound like an advertisement.&lt;br&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Airiel "Shirley Temple Tidal Wave"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-4584876265275799186?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/4584876265275799186/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=4584876265275799186' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4584876265275799186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/4584876265275799186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/video-gamesyou-just-gotta-love-them.html' title='video games...you just gotta love them'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-5248380426273168182</id><published>2008-05-01T06:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:29:39.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first of the month look back'/><title type='text'>first of the month look back 02:  Radio Burning Chrome</title><content type='html'>It is the first of the month and it is time to go back to a first of the month entry. Well this entry comes from 01. Mai 2003. Five years ago. Yes times have changed since then. President Bush was in office (oh wait he is still there) and the Iraq War was (wait...it is still happening). Oh well. so maybe much has not changed. But I want to know, who is this guy that I had such a big crush on back then? I think I know..I think it was someone who was in my English class. Which makes sense because it was Jenny who kept pressuring me to tell him. But all that has changed for I am now enjoying the married life with my dear Michael. I do recall the drinking of the tea laced with tonic since many of the women in the movie Sense and Sensibility were always drinking tea. I still can laugh at that. Anyhow, go back in time to this date in 2003 and enjoy reading about the Radio Burning Chrome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:02] 93634826&lt;br /&gt; "Radio Burning Chrome" it's that diggety song from Kruder and Dorfmeister that I'm listening to at the moment. I'm too nervous to call Him (I'm going to refer to the guy I have a crush on as Him)...I called Him last night and we talked. His brother had to use the phone and He apologized for not being able to talk more with me. Then I saw Him today in the library. I was looking for a room in the library to work on my Latino image paper and I saw him. I wanted to tell him that I like him, but I don't even know if he's straight and I do have a tendency to like straight guys. I hate that. Then whenever I'm in a chat room and I am chatting with a gay guy...he's not interested in me being (correction: because I am) black. It makes me upset sometimes. So anyhow I had to leave the library. I couldn't handle being in the same building as Him. I know it sounds kind of stupid, but oh well. I like being around Him because we (should I capitalize "we" since I'm referring to Him and I?) can talk, but at the same time, it's very nerve wrecking. One person I know has told me on countless times that I should just tell Him and get it over with. I mean the worse could happen is that He will flip out and kill me in a fit of rage. It would set me free from this pathetic world (and country...I mean those Dixie Chicks are getting death threats over something they said. I mean what the fuck is wrong with that? Please someone tell me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that it was cloudy and rainy when I left my Latino class. Though it made me wonder something. When I was watching Amelie, I noticed the green tinting that would describe the outside world and so I wondered what it would be like if you were outside and it was a bright color like that. Anyhow, that was a very calm part of the day. Oh...I have to show you my what I did for my final project for my Digital Imaging class. I might make it into a flier and hang it around campus just to see if people will respond. It's about making web pages, but then again, my skills are not so great. I mean they are good, but not worthy of teacing other people. There are people out there with far better HTML skills, though a lot of people use stupid programs like Dreamweaver and FrontPage.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh...Yahoo is now playing "Storms in Africa" by Enya. I was at Jenny and Marla's crib when this song was played. It's such a cleansing song. I wish I had a bathtub. I would take a shower to cleanse myself and then run a bathtub of water and tea leaves and play this song. Speaking of tea, the running gag has been lacing your tea with gin and tonic. Earlier in this semester, I had to read Sense and Sensibility and in the movie, the girls in the movie are always sipping on tea. I was in a study group yesterday and I brought that up. So we came up with the theory that perhaps their tea was laced with other substances such as gin and tonic or something else. I make myself laugh when I think about that. Hey it's tea time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok that's all I'm writing for this first day of Mai. Guten Abend!&lt;br&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Kruder and Dorfmeister "Radio Burning Chrome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-5248380426273168182?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/5248380426273168182/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=5248380426273168182' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5248380426273168182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/5248380426273168182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-of-month-look-back-02-radio.html' title='first of the month look back 02:  Radio Burning Chrome'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-8024408484624647143</id><published>2008-04-30T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:37:28.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a caller to Talk of the Nation</title><content type='html'>Some caller to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Talk of the Nation&lt;/span&gt; mentioned that when a "classically trained" film reviewer gives a movie a certain star rating, he reverses it. So if a film is given a low star, he will take it and reverse the star rating and go to see it. So it goes to say that he enjoys like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Glitter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gigli&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Know Who Killed Me&lt;/span&gt;. I know that I enjoy my watching films with taste.  &lt;br&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Soul Food Season 02 Theme "That's Just the Way that Love Goes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-8024408484624647143?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/8024408484624647143/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=8024408484624647143' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8024408484624647143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/8024408484624647143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/04/caller-to-talk-of-nation.html' title='a caller to Talk of the Nation'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-6350093325420121947</id><published>2008-04-29T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:29:34.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i am still here...</title><content type='html'>i am still here...i have not written in a while, but i still exist. it has been interesting month with the whole economic stimulus plan abound and lots of stupid people still roaming the earth as usual. anyhow, i plan to write more here...i promise. &lt;br&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Arrested Development "Give a Man a Fish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-6350093325420121947?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/6350093325420121947/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=6350093325420121947' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6350093325420121947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/6350093325420121947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-still-here.html' title='i am still here...'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1062822972853745253.post-9088173483207373852</id><published>2008-04-20T13:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:45:03.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just one of those sunday afternoons</title><content type='html'>i feel a little dizzy now. i had too much to drink last night. i think i may have to cut down on the alcohol intake. it gives you such a great experience in the midst of it, bit gosh when you have to spend the next day with such a headache and dizzy spin, you begin to wonder if it was really worth it. i feel like lying down for awhile, but i have my bedtime at 9pm which is about 7 hours away, so i will be really exhausted by then and i will be able to sleep well. what else is in the news? oh yeah, can you believe that many people think that Obama is a Muslim. Gosh and these misinformed people are going to be voting? Yesterday was a fun adventure. Michael and i went to the dentist. i was to have all of my wisdom teeth taken out by the dentists, but since they are in so deep, i will need to be seen by a dental surgeon. So Michael and I ate lunch at Bosco's. It was great food. I sampled too German beers (the names escape my mind at the moment). Then we traveled around to where Fall-Hamilton and wow...that place has been totally renovated. It is now called an Enhancement School. I have no idea what that means, but it is really cool. We passed by the house I lived at on Raines Avenue and wow...it looks really messed up. We went to the Science Center and it was really fun. I just love science. I am looking forward to when the new section of the science center opens. Someone told me that it will include a moon walk base and of course a planetarium. Those will be great to experience. Anyhow, I need to get back to cleaning. I always enjoy witnessing a clean place after a hard day of cleaning. It makes me feel accomplished. &lt;br&gt;-&lt;span class="close_song"&gt;Alfred Reed "Alleluia! Laudamus Te"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1062822972853745253-9088173483207373852?l=sundaymars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/feeds/9088173483207373852/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1062822972853745253&amp;postID=9088173483207373852' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/9088173483207373852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1062822972853745253/posts/default/9088173483207373852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundaymars.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-one-of-those-sunday-afternoons.html' title='just one of those sunday afternoons'/><author><name>Timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101740631444707132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
