<?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-1530172950506922994</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:30:02.969-05:00</updated><category term='facebook'/><category term='racism'/><category term='education'/><category term='liberal'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='Florida Constitutional Amendments'/><category term='feminism'/><category term='Family'/><category term='intro'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='rants'/><category term='human sexuality'/><category term='language'/><category term='photos'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='links'/><category term='misc'/><category term='Election 2008'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='the Lambeth Conference'/><category term='Sprituality'/><category term='Life'/><category term='florida'/><category term='Jacksonville'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='RNC'/><category term='Tree'/><category term='social justice'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='Theology'/><title type='text'>just to fill the space</title><subtitle type='html'>A group blog about music, art, books, politics, and life by a seemingly random collection of people with something to say</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8521542607084444948</id><published>2008-11-12T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:35:49.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SRt2C9KYlKI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vs5UE6CATkM/s1600-h/Racism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SRt2C9KYlKI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vs5UE6CATkM/s320/Racism.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267933982289859746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out a nightclub this weekend and as I walked in, I heard some men arguing at the door. The bouncer was telling these men that their clothes were "too baggy". This sounded odd to me - their clothes were loose fitting - but in the style that is common for men, not ridiculously so. I was confused. And then I saw the enraged look in one man's eyes that he couldn't get in and I got it like a smack in the face. It wasn't because their clothes were baggy, it was because they were black.  I couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this scene in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478311/"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt; where the women are trying to get in an exclusive nightclub and the bouncer won't let them in because, "You old, she pregnant. Can't have a bunch of old pregnant bitches running around. That's crazy, I'm only allowed to let in five percent black people. He said that, that means if there's 25 people here I get to let in one and a quarter black people. So I gotta hope there's a black midget in the crowd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene is meant to be funny. I didn't realize this was an actual policy. And I don't know what I can do about it but be angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8521542607084444948?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8521542607084444948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8521542607084444948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8521542607084444948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8521542607084444948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-blind.html' title='I&apos;m so blind'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SRt2C9KYlKI/AAAAAAAAALE/Vs5UE6CATkM/s72-c/Racism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2794196489511678323</id><published>2008-11-04T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:19:24.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SRtyc8VwLMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7GXnLUWgDGg/s1600-h/obama_change_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SRtyc8VwLMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7GXnLUWgDGg/s320/obama_change_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267930030699195586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy... tonight is your answer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2794196489511678323?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2794196489511678323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2794196489511678323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2794196489511678323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2794196489511678323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SRtyc8VwLMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7GXnLUWgDGg/s72-c/obama_change_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8763237679007107473</id><published>2008-10-02T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:52:55.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>Things Sarah Palin Can Name</title><content type='html'>Since we know multiple Supreme Court cases she disagrees with and any news sources she regularly reads are not one of them; &lt;a href="http://www.thingspalincanname.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a fairly exhaustive list of things Sarah Palin can name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I really worry about the debate. This seems like one of the places Clinton could've been really useful to the Obama campaign as a VP. Joe Biden has the ability to come across as incredibly sexist... it's all very strange seeing as how Palin may be the worst of the four on women's issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8763237679007107473?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8763237679007107473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8763237679007107473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8763237679007107473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8763237679007107473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-sarah-palin-can-name.html' title='Things Sarah Palin Can Name'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-1597213222979722014</id><published>2008-10-02T11:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:37:33.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida Constitutional Amendments'/><title type='text'>Amendment 2</title><content type='html'>We are all kind of preoccupied with the big thing on this year's ballot - the Presidential election and what not. Let's not forget other important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendment 2, the so-called Marriage Protection Amendment is dangerous. You should be doing all you can to educate your friends and family about it. It is not just calling for a moratorium on gay marriage (not that I would agree with that either). Rather, it is calling for gay marriage or anything that is functionally its equivalent (civil unions, for example) to be deemed unrecognizable under Florida Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amendment runs the risk of making it impossible for gay and lesbian couples to be able to make critical end of life decisions for one another, to visit one another in the hospital, to obtain health insurance together, and the list goes on. As I said, it is dangerous, inhumane, and has a name that is an outright lie. Please dialog with those you influence about the importance of voting NO on 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.votenoflorida.org/default.aspx"&gt;More info here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-1597213222979722014?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1597213222979722014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=1597213222979722014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1597213222979722014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1597213222979722014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/10/ammendment-2.html' title='Amendment 2'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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-1530172950506922994.post-4915419157923902824</id><published>2008-09-29T19:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:16:20.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Offensive? Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.236.com/video/shareplayer.swf?videoID=1803923789&amp;permalink=/d/?video=1803923789&amp;width=425&amp;height=364&amp;embedCode=http://www.236.com/video/embed.php?v=1803923789&amp;tags=Original+Video&amp;urlPath=/d/?video=&amp;translatorSwf=http://www.236.com/video/xml_translator.swf&amp;xmlURL=http://iacas.adbureau.net/xtserver/site=236.com/aamsz=300x250video/area=video2/frmt=0/frmt=1/frmt=16/lnid=-1/ttID=1803923789/cue=post/cgm=0/RANDOM=0000000000&amp;roll=post&amp;policyFile=http://www.236.com/video/adPolicy.xml&amp;title=+" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" name="flashObj" width="425" height="364" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" allowFullScreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4915419157923902824?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4915419157923902824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4915419157923902824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4915419157923902824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4915419157923902824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/offensive-yes.html' title='Offensive? Yes.'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3276961686955533344</id><published>2008-09-29T10:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:40:09.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Condo "Before" Pics</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are the pictures. These are definitely the "before" ones, so I'll post new ones once we have painted and get moved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODoP919wHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7QsB_UuHLTM/s1600-h/New+House+-+Before+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODoP919wHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7QsB_UuHLTM/s320/New+House+-+Before+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452526510588018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from our bed room window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODoGNgZaEI/AAAAAAAAABs/tzG1CdY07gQ/s1600-h/New+House+-+Before+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODoGNgZaEI/AAAAAAAAABs/tzG1CdY07gQ/s320/New+House+-+Before+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452358916401218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This gives you an idea of how open it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODn6OshN5I/AAAAAAAAABk/mQo6kqiXUsk/s1600-h/New+House+-+Before+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODn6OshN5I/AAAAAAAAABk/mQo6kqiXUsk/s320/New+House+-+Before+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452153077249938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODns2B0XyI/AAAAAAAAABc/dx0iHW6Dsuo/s1600-h/New+House+-+Before+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODns2B0XyI/AAAAAAAAABc/dx0iHW6Dsuo/s320/New+House+-+Before+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451923117399842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Living room looking away from the sun room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODnZRiIJ9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ijofDE4Olo0/s1600-h/New+House+-+Before+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODnZRiIJ9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ijofDE4Olo0/s320/New+House+-+Before+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451586903287762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The living room looking toward the sun room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODnKHRj9mI/AAAAAAAAABM/aUDfvyj39hk/s1600-h/New+House+-+Before+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODnKHRj9mI/AAAAAAAAABM/aUDfvyj39hk/s320/New+House+-+Before+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251451326451414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODmuCIfVxI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZPdxRV1HqIQ/s1600-h/New+House+-+Before+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODmuCIfVxI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZPdxRV1HqIQ/s320/New+House+-+Before+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450844034848530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The courtyard of our condo complex. Our place is the top one in the front of the left hand side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3276961686955533344?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3276961686955533344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3276961686955533344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3276961686955533344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3276961686955533344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/condo-before-pics.html' title='Condo &quot;Before&quot; Pics'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SODoP919wHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7QsB_UuHLTM/s72-c/New+House+-+Before+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6323832441247420228</id><published>2008-09-29T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:22:56.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Activist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SODGF2YPP_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/9-5lKg2FT5E/s1600-h/86943413_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SODGF2YPP_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/9-5lKg2FT5E/s320/86943413_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251414969312821234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me the funniest story yesterday. He was telling me how when he married my mother, he threw away all his "girly magazines", except for one copy of the May 1966 issue of Playboy (his birth month/year). When I was like 10 or 11 years old he and I were in the basement, looking through his old stuff (most likely LPs) and I pulled out the copy of Playboy. "What is this?!" I exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the page I opened it to was not in any way explicit; it had a woman wearing a very tight fitting, short sweater dress. I said, "You need to get rid of this." And he starts saying how it is a collectible, and his birth month, etc. I looked him in the eye and said, "If you keep this, I will not respect you." He said okay, took it from me, and threw it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember this &lt;U&gt;at all&lt;/U&gt;, but it does not surprise me in the least. I have always been very forthright about the things I feel strongly about. Apparently I was a vocal feminist before I knew what a vocal feminist was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6323832441247420228?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6323832441247420228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6323832441247420228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6323832441247420228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6323832441247420228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/child-activist.html' title='Child Activist'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SODGF2YPP_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/9-5lKg2FT5E/s72-c/86943413_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-238921575111224203</id><published>2008-09-25T16:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:11:17.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Key Concepts</title><content type='html'>When I became the youth minister at my church there was a curriculum in place. It shall remain nameless. All of our youth activities sprang from it. The truth - it was the dumbest excuse for youth curriculum I'd ever seen... and I've seen terrible stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The badness started with it's "key concepts" which were, 1) manhood and womanhood are gifts from God and 2) adulthood must be earned. First of all, I understand there are some gender politics issues with the concepts. Second, I have no idea what the hell they mean or how they connect with Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing revolutionary. Nothing about a deeper connection with God or those around you. Nothing about fighting against injustice. Nothing about anything that would make this in any way unique from something someone could teach at a damn etiquette class. It is precisely the kind of bullshit that makes people think Christianity is simply a system that makes people nice and very supportive of the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-238921575111224203?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/238921575111224203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=238921575111224203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/238921575111224203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/238921575111224203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/key-concepts.html' title='Key Concepts'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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-1530172950506922994.post-4674173626133366487</id><published>2008-09-24T11:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:17:09.970-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Homeownership</title><content type='html'>We closed (which means we signed about 1,000 pieces of paper - most of which we had no idea what they meant). It felt great. We were homeowners. We were in debt for the rest of our live, but what are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Shelly had planned a wedding shower for a friend that was getting married on Saturday. So I called my friend Tim, to meet me at the house and have a few beers in celebration. We get there, I put the key in the deadbolt... it sticks. Fortunately, we have a bottle opener with us, and use it to leverage the lock open. We get in the condo. I try to use the bottle opener to get the key out of the deadbolt. It snaps. The one key we have to our new house breaks on the first night we have the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call Lowe's to see how late they were open, and realized we only had 15 minutes to get there. We make it, buy new knobs, change out everything. Not exactly the way I planned on spending the night, but I guess that's home ownership - no landlord to call when stuff breaks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; take some getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the place, I really will put pics up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4674173626133366487?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4674173626133366487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4674173626133366487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4674173626133366487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4674173626133366487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-in-homeownership.html' title='Adventures in Homeownership'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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-1530172950506922994.post-3448569956079685512</id><published>2008-09-23T10:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:23:21.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Am I Reading This Right?</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm no economist. I don't understand this bailout thing. I know the experts say it's necessary. To me it sounds like we're saving greedy bankers (I found it interesting to hear this morning that the banks are lobbying for the bill to pass but against the provision that limits how much bank CEOs can make.... interesting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Senator Obama's remarks &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080923/ap_on_el_pr/obama"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and thought, "Did he just say what I thought he said?" Because it sure sounded like he said screw the environment, the working class, the poor, the elderly, veterans, etc. We need to hold off on those proposals to save greedy bankers. Someone please correct me if I'm wrong, but a vote for Nader is sounding better than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3448569956079685512?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3448569956079685512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3448569956079685512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3448569956079685512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3448569956079685512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-reading-this-right.html' title='Am I Reading This Right?'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-1666192062667089036</id><published>2008-09-17T12:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:30:02.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling not quite right for awhile now. It's nothing major, I just really miss school. I miss the classes, the books, the discussions, the professors, the students. Everything. I had applied for three consecutive semesters to the MA English program at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UNF&lt;/span&gt;. I was accepted, but for three consecutive semesters, money was not there for me to actually take the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, second plan. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MAs&lt;/span&gt; are so expensive, I decided to simply pursue a second bachelors degree, this time in history. I was excited, but a little premature. It turns out that because of the property tax cuts from last year (you remember the ones the really rich people were excited about, but teachers, fire fighters, police officers, and pretty much everyone else opposed - even our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ultra-&lt;/span&gt;conservative mayor) mean that budget cuts in the state college system have made it so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UNF&lt;/span&gt; can no longer allow  people to pursue second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BAs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm too poor to pursue an MA and unable to pursue a BA. I love my state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-1666192062667089036?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1666192062667089036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=1666192062667089036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1666192062667089036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1666192062667089036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-5371544158404629056</id><published>2008-09-16T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:47:37.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Condo</title><content type='html'>Shelly and I are closing on a condo in less than a week. I am so excited! Pics to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5371544158404629056?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5371544158404629056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5371544158404629056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5371544158404629056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5371544158404629056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/condo.html' title='Condo'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8018297064093921007</id><published>2008-09-15T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:32:06.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Communication 101</title><content type='html'>I've realized recently what it is that makes for a productive conversation. You need a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A point of view&lt;br /&gt;2) Another person with a point of view (it can be the same or different from your own)&lt;br /&gt;3) A sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;4) The desire to learn - (ATTN: that means it's not about proving the other person wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mainly drawing on a recent "conversation" with my brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not talk politics or religion with Shelly's family because we are in disagreement with them on almost any issue you can imagine. The only time I even try is when it is clear that we are all in agreement. It's just not worth it otherwise. Her mom is terrified of conflict (and I think the story that follows kind of explains why) and so as soon as any disagreement over anything occurs she basically ends the conversation (even when she hasn't been part of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other day we were with her family and the subject of Stanton dropping the 2.0 requirement came up (if you're unfamiliar with this, ask and I'll explain in the comments). I stayed out of it because it turns out I feel like the requirements can be equated to soft racism, and her brother tends to not believe racism exists. Which is funny, since he is the second most racist person I know. Anyway, I let the conversation continue as long as I could without interrupting. I was pretending to read e-mail on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I heard her brother say, "The problem honestly isn't with the school system in general. It's the black culture. That's what is ruining those schools on the north and west sides of town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Josh, clearly those neighborhoods have been neglected for years by our city, and we should be really trying to make those schools the very best in order to break the cycles and structures that are in play. I mean, everyone should have a quality education. Not just those in the 'good' parts of town."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "It's not the schools, it's the culture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "And school is part of culture. It may even be the primary place we learn culture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, up to this point it was clear he was irritated at my liberal notion that everyone should have access to quality education. I know, I'm a commie. But, it hadn't quite seemed to break any of my above rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he shouted, "You just want the government to raise kids. Don't you see you're asking government to do way more than it's meant to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking points are not the way forward in a conversation. Shouting me down is not the way forward. Treating me like I'm stupid and naive is not the way forward. I tuned out because it was no longer about learning anything. It was about being right. And I really don't care how right you think you are (or how right I think I am, for that matter). If we are to move forward as a society, the conversation has to become about how to move forward as a society, not who has the right ideology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8018297064093921007?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8018297064093921007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8018297064093921007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8018297064093921007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8018297064093921007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/communication-101.html' title='Communication 101'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6028525178566502742</id><published>2008-09-11T23:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:49:08.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All the kids ain't doin' it</title><content type='html'>Craig Ferguson has a great clip on You Tube right now. A piece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t vote you’re a moron. I know that you say, “Not voting is a vote”. No it isn’t; not voting is just being stupid. Voting is not sexy, is not hip, it is not fashionable, it’s not a movie, it’s not a video game, all the kids ain’t doin’ it. Frankly, voting is a pain in the ass, but here’s a word, look it up, it is your DUTY to vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the whole clip &lt;a href="http://www.viralvideochart.com/youtube/craig_ferguson_quotif_you_dont_vote_youre_a_moronquot?id=pdRVQ4xwwmQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6028525178566502742?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6028525178566502742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6028525178566502742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6028525178566502742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6028525178566502742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-kids-aint-doin-it.html' title='All the kids ain&apos;t doin&apos; it'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-1516802146913691858</id><published>2008-09-07T23:05:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:17:12.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoe the warrior woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SMSW51KjscI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k3Xae8UHYLM/s1600-h/IMG_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SMSW51KjscI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k3Xae8UHYLM/s320/IMG_4402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243481786434171330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must admit I am a little (okay a lot) intimidated by guns. This might have something to do with the fact that I have had almost no exposure to guns; I've never even held one - the closest I've come is holding the bullets for my grandfather while he loaded his hunting rifle when I was little. However, I love to try anything new and I am all about getting past my fears/biases, so when the guy I'm dating mentioned going to the shooting range, I was all in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the shop, I think I was more intimidated by the NRA posters and large quantities of camo than I was by the copious amounts of guns. And there were &lt;U&gt;a lot&lt;/U&gt; of different types of guns. I mean, how many different ways do you really need to kill someone? They even had a handgun with a pink handle. (I think they were aiming for my demographic...pink makes everything better!) We rented a 9mm, bought some bullets and a paper dude to shoot at, and went in. After a few lessons on how to line it up and how not to anticipate the shot (which would make me jump and throw off my aim), I started having fun. I messed that paper dude up! I learned something new about myself - I'm actually a good shot (never saw that coming). And while I don't think I'll ever own a gun, I like being more knowledgeable (and feeling a little like &lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/universal_pictures/serenity/gina_torres/serenity1.jpg"&gt;Zoe &lt;/a&gt;from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_(TV_series)"&gt;Firefly&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-1516802146913691858?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1516802146913691858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=1516802146913691858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1516802146913691858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1516802146913691858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-must-admit-i-am-little-okay-lot.html' title='Zoe the warrior woman'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SMSW51KjscI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k3Xae8UHYLM/s72-c/IMG_4402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3318943158594298605</id><published>2008-09-06T14:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:24:11.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold moose killa</title><content type='html'>There is so much I could say about Palin. But this says it all - with a beat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm-gX7D6U4E&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zm-gX7D6U4E&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3318943158594298605?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3318943158594298605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3318943158594298605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3318943158594298605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3318943158594298605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/cold-moose-killa.html' title='Cold moose killa'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-207718997700662590</id><published>2008-09-03T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:35:05.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RNC'/><title type='text'>The RNC</title><content type='html'>Is about to make my head explode. Rudy Giuliani's speech was one of the most ignorant diatribes I've ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-207718997700662590?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/207718997700662590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=207718997700662590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/207718997700662590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/207718997700662590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/rnc.html' title='The RNC'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-4038969008861477523</id><published>2008-09-03T08:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:56:10.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you Giuliana Depandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SL6UdjOrNCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kHcZRLs8OTA/s1600-h/FirstBlood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SL6UdjOrNCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kHcZRLs8OTA/s320/FirstBlood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241790251699745826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2008/09/03/feminism-race-and-sexist/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; over at Feministe which mentions Giuliana Depandi's book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Think-Like-Guy-How-Thinking/dp/0312354371/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1220446455&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Think Like a Guy: How to Get a Guy by Thinking Like One&lt;/a&gt;, which should have been called &lt;em&gt;Think Like a Misogynist: How to Write a Book That Compares Dating Women with Killing and Cutting Up Animals&lt;/em&gt;. In the intro offered for free on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0312354371/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; she tells the reader that men really want women that play hard to get and offers this metaphor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If a deer hunter lands his prey within the first five minutes he’s in the woods, he’ll experience an immediate sense of excitement…but the joy will wear off as quickly as it came, and in no time he’ll move on to his next victim. Therefore, you have to let a guy sweat it out. Imagine this: A hunter enters the woods and after about seven or eight minutes, he spots his prey. He cocks his gun, takes aim, fires--and misses. No big deal. He cocks his gun again…and misses again, and again, again. After several attempts, he starts getting really frustrated. Does that mean he’s gonna pack up and go home? Hell, no! In fact he’s gonna go after…the one that’s a little too sly and ‘evades’ him. ..As he sits against a tree, nearly defeated, he hears a rustle. He … fires his forty-ninth bullet. And with one shot he strikes his prey right in the heart …He treats this particular one with dignity…once he gets home, he cooks up and bites in to the most delicious deer meat he’s ever tasted…he mounts the deer’s head on the wall directly within eyeshot of his desk so he can admire it for years to come.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want a man who is gonna shoot you, eat you, and then mount your remains on the wall - play hard to get! This is some of the worst misogny I have ever read, the woman is "the victim" and "his prey". "No" doesn't mean no! "No" just means you have to try harder in order to shoot me, do whatever you want with my insides, and make me your trophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4038969008861477523?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4038969008861477523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4038969008861477523' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4038969008861477523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4038969008861477523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-you-giuliana-depandi.html' title='Fuck you Giuliana Depandi'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SL6UdjOrNCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kHcZRLs8OTA/s72-c/FirstBlood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3546485465827435548</id><published>2008-08-30T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:09:44.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The breeding properties of M&amp;Ms</title><content type='html'>This was linked on qwantz.com and is HILARIOUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get a package of plain M&amp;Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&amp;M duels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them breaks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&amp;Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&amp;Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&amp;M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&amp;M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&amp;M for breeding purposes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&amp;Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3546485465827435548?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3546485465827435548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3546485465827435548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3546485465827435548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3546485465827435548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/breeding-properties-of-m.html' title='The breeding properties of M&amp;Ms'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-5591882042043690614</id><published>2008-08-30T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:25:08.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics for Kids</title><content type='html'>A little history: My parents, especially my dad, are VERY conservative. I have a nine-year old little sister who basically only hears one perspective all the time. Apparently in the car on the way to a family dinner last night, my parents were discussing McCain's veep choice and my sister, like all little kids, is agreeing with everything her dad says. When they get to the restaurant, my mom, the pacifist, suggests leaving the conversation in the car because she doesn't want it to get ugly between my dad and I. My little sister asks why, and my mom tells her because I'm voting for Obama. My sister says, "Why is she voting for Obama?!?" My mom tells her to ask me later, in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she finally gets me alone after dinner and asks me why I'm voting for Obama. And I'm thinking, "How do I explain this to a nine-year-old?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started by trying to explain the fundamental differences between Democrats and Republicans- more/less govn't, etc. Then I told her a couple of the reasons I am a Democrat in the simplest way possible:&lt;br /&gt;1) Equal pay for equal work. I asked what she would think if my mom offered to give my brother $1.00 to do a chore, but would only give her 75 cents to do the same chore. She thought that would be unfair.I told her that McCain voted against legislation that would allow women to sue for being paid unfairly. (In other words, McCain thinks its cool for us to make .75/1.00.)&lt;br /&gt;2) The rights of all Americans regardless of sexual preference. I told her I thought that if two people are in love, they should be able to get married, whether or not they are a woman and a man, a woman and a woman, or a man and a man. &lt;br /&gt;3) Abortion. She asked me, "But what about abortion? Abortion is bad right?" I told her having an abortion is a tough choice, but that as long as women can get pregnant, women will have abortions, so there needs to be safe, legal abortions to prevent women's suffering and/or deaths. I wouldn't have mentioned this if she hadn't brought it up, I don't think that a nine-year old should have to think about abortion.&lt;br /&gt;4) Money. Specifically Bush's tax cuts that McCain wants to make permanent. I told her it made more sense to me to give tax breaks to the poor/middle class people who need them, than to give tax breaks to people who are already very rich and just hope that it "trickles down". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quiet for a minute, really thinking about everything I said, her little brow furrowed. Then she said, "Okay, now I understand why you are voting for Obama." I told her that she should learn everything she can about politics and then make her own decisions and not allow her choices to be influenced by me, or anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a smart, gutsy little girl to ask me that outright! She's gonna do big things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5591882042043690614?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5591882042043690614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5591882042043690614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5591882042043690614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5591882042043690614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/politics-for-kids.html' title='Politics for Kids'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-231793253493547268</id><published>2008-08-30T10:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:44:08.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Facebook Status Political War</title><content type='html'>I hope readership of this blog (by readership I mean mostly those of us who write from time to time) hasn't completely fallen off at this point. I know I'm partly to blame for nothing going on here lately, but I finally have something somewhat interesting to write about. Let's try to get back to writing more regularly. I really enjoy reading what you folks have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something new during the DNC last week. Maybe if I hadn't been glued to the tv the entire week, political junkie that I am, I wouldn't have noticed it quite as much. What I realized was that people are now using their Facebook status to spew political rhetoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been somewhat guilty, but mine have been less rhetoric, more feeling. For example, mine said, "Quinn wishes he was at Mile High" on the night of Obama's acceptance speech. Others (I have to say, mostly, but not only, conservatives) were much more involved. One guy that Rachelle, Meg, and I went to high school with said "Rhett wonders if Obama supporters realize socialism has been tried before. It failed." Reducing a politicians position to socialism simply because he believes markets exists for people and not the other way around. Some weren't ideological, they were attempts at insult, like another guy from high school said, "Andrew wishes Obama would come up with something besides that dumb as [sic] 'yes we can' slogan." I guess the irony was lost on him in that in identifying something as dumb ass, he actually misspelled the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what I think about this. I feel like already the general population is so dumb when it comes to politics, and I'm not talking about ideology. I know some very intelligent conservatives. I just mean that the general population are uneducated. Facebook status as a medium for political discourse will not help this. I actually question whether blogs even can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to fire back at these people. Inform them that they misspelled dumb ass, tell them they clearly don't understand the differences between the Marxist tyranny of the USSR and the socialist policies of the UK or Sweden. However, I just don't think it's worth it. If someone is willing to bring the level of the conversation down that far, I see no point in stooping to try to correct their misguided feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-231793253493547268?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/231793253493547268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=231793253493547268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/231793253493547268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/231793253493547268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/facebook-status-political-war.html' title='Facebook Status Political War'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-4071324698397274669</id><published>2008-08-27T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:26:59.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering...</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one who had tears in her eyes listening to Michelle Obama and Hillary Clinton's speeches at the DNC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4071324698397274669?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4071324698397274669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4071324698397274669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4071324698397274669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4071324698397274669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering...'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7628273987254612269</id><published>2008-08-14T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:35:17.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Keith Olbermann!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2S4slRydDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2S4slRydDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7628273987254612269?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7628273987254612269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7628273987254612269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7628273987254612269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7628273987254612269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-keith-olbermann.html' title='I love you Keith Olbermann!'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6059546426966000465</id><published>2008-08-14T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:28:28.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>Rob stated in a post last week that "...we have been rescued not for ourselves, but for others."  He and I have been having a lot of conversations recently about what true community looks like, and I think this statement ties in very closely with that.  We've been talking about the idea that true community is when I am more concerned with the other individuals involved than with myself.  True community is seeking someone else's best above my own preferences.  And their "best" isn't necessarily equated with me being "nice" to them.  It is sometimes saying what they need to hear, even when that is not what they want to hear.  It is sometimes making the choice that they do not want me to make, knowing that it will be more beneficial for them in the end than what they are asking of me.  And sometimes it's being a friend to someone I would not naturally be inclined to be friends with.  It's the idea that the community is about something bigger and more important than just me.  The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  To quote the movie &lt;em&gt;Everything is Illuminated&lt;/em&gt;, "It is not here for us; we are here for it."  (Granted, the quote is in reference to a burried wedding band, but you get the idea.)  Anyway, these are incomplete thoughts for now.  This is just what has been on my mind lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does community mean to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6059546426966000465?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6059546426966000465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6059546426966000465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6059546426966000465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6059546426966000465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634604157708390845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ILdzfzv_Ww/TXgXpA7-RII/AAAAAAAAADo/tvtBKgE4vTg/s220/DSC_0023%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-5304234575276725033</id><published>2008-08-13T16:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:12:08.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unclean Energy</title><content type='html'>I am astounded how some impoverished nations have found ways to overcome their circumstances by developing unconventional ways of producing energy or supplying sustenance for their communities.  I was watching a program on the History Channel about India.  First of all, I was very impressed by the irrigation system in Calcutta.  They have built these deep trenches for the city sewage to flow into.  The solid waste settles to the bottom, and the clean water from the surface of the trench is filtered into a shallow trench that is used to irrigate wetland farms.  The deep trenches containing the “unclean” water are filled with certain types of plant life that naturally filter out the harmful heavy metals, therefore making the water capable of sustaining fish, which are no longer at risk of being contaminated.  These fish, in turn, are caught and sold in local markets, drastically reducing the price that the members of the local community are required to pay for fresh fish.  And that’s not all.  On a rotating schedule, the trenches are drained.  The natural waste is then harvested from the bottom of the drained trench and used as fertilizer for crops.  Yeah, it’s a dirty job, but it sure is efficient! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was a teacher in a very rural community in India who has developed a way to use animal dung to make batteries.  (He uses salt to cause a chemical reaction of some sort.  It was a little above my head.)  The batteries are about the size of a coffee can.  Four of them could power a radio, and eight of them could power a television.  The batteries last something like 48 days.  And obviously there is an endless supply of dung to make new batteries.  It’s basically free energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought that struck me while watching this program was that these ideas have already been developed, and are clearly not very complicated, as they are being used in very poor, very rural areas.  Yet in the “first-world” we are not using these very practical, planet-saving ideas because they are just too uncivilized.  Meanwhile, our “civility” is costing more money and doing more damage than ever before.  I’m not saying everybody should have a case of poo powering their TV in their living room, but we sure could stand to learn a thing or two from those who have developed solutions to their problems out of pure desperation.  Solutions born of desperation are often much simpler… and cleaner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5304234575276725033?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5304234575276725033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5304234575276725033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5304234575276725033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5304234575276725033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/unclean-energy.html' title='Unclean Energy'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634604157708390845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ILdzfzv_Ww/TXgXpA7-RII/AAAAAAAAADo/tvtBKgE4vTg/s220/DSC_0023%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2398831974455401156</id><published>2008-08-09T12:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:37:18.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>I was doing my typical web trolling this morning when I stumbled upon the blog of pro-feminist &lt;a href="http://radgeek.com/"&gt;Rad Geek&lt;/a&gt;. His site is interesting but it was a Rosa Parks quotation at the top that really caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I’d like people to say I’m a person who always wanted to be free and wanted it not only for myself; freedom is for all human beings.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote on Rad Geek: Hooray for pro-feminist men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2398831974455401156?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2398831974455401156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2398831974455401156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2398831974455401156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2398831974455401156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3221354214547803632</id><published>2008-08-08T17:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:05:57.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>McOil</title><content type='html'>In this week's Talk of the Town section of the New Yorker, Elizabeth Kolbert writes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;block&gt;&lt;/block&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Clearly, the only way to change America's consumption habits is by making those habits more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;McCain, in his straight-talking days, acknowledged as much. In 2003, he broke with the Bush Administration and co-introduced legislation to reduce carbon admissions, by, in effect, imposing a price on them. That same year, over strong White House opposition, he brought the bill to the Senate floor. (It was defeated, by a vote of fifty-five to forty-three.) In an interview with this magazine, he said... "I think it's a dramatic example of the influence of special interests here in the Congress... It's a combination of the utilities and the coal companies and automobile manufacturers- an unholy alliance of special interests that have made it a top priority to prevent any action from being taken."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;block&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, he is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARBLGlKsosA"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people wonder why no one votes in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/block&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3221354214547803632?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3221354214547803632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3221354214547803632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3221354214547803632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3221354214547803632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/mcoil.html' title='McOil'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-9182253010778164858</id><published>2008-08-07T17:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:13:51.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Also....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcJac7I0DM0/SJtlhQ_bG6I/AAAAAAAAACM/erXT9apSabM/s1600-h/470_wilco,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcJac7I0DM0/SJtlhQ_bG6I/AAAAAAAAACM/erXT9apSabM/s400/470_wilco,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231887014292036514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg and I went to see Wilco last night at the Florida Theater. Freaking amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-9182253010778164858?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/9182253010778164858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=9182253010778164858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/9182253010778164858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/9182253010778164858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/also.html' title='Also....'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GcJac7I0DM0/SJtlhQ_bG6I/AAAAAAAAACM/erXT9apSabM/s72-c/470_wilco,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3693986589926419690</id><published>2008-08-07T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:03:14.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much trouble...</title><content type='html'>I have found myself at a loss for words lately. Well, not a loss for words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but rather a loss for good ones. I have wanted to say something that would answer all my questions, but such words don't exist. I read Rachelle's Spiritual Hunger blog which I though was great and honest, and it has spoken into some of my own concerns as of late. The main one being that American Christianity has been evangelized in a way more similar to products being sold on television than a community of faith living out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;transformed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;. Rachelle and most people I know who would classify themselves as agnostics, have been fed an idea that "Jesus will make you happy." This of course is a lie. I am not the one saying that, the Bible does.  Paul speaks of the Christian life as one lived in a way that if Christ is not the son of God, we are a people to be pitied most in the world.  However, that doesn't sell. You don't get a lot of people to show up for a life of serving others. So what have we done? We have put Jesus in shiny new packaging, and sold Him off at bargain basement prices, all with the promises of whiter teeth, shinier hair, more money, a healthier, happier life, and eternity in Heaven. The worst part is that I have been guilty of buying into all that. I have used these ideas to convince someone to "buy my product," rather than telling them of the opportunity in Christ to bring real rescue into our surrounding community. That is the truth of the Kingdom that Jesus came to announce. It is about recognizing that we have been rescued not for ourselves, but for others.&lt;br /&gt;This hit home all the more this week as I watched one of my favorite authors, &lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net"&gt;Dave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eggers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; win this years &lt;a href="http://www.ted.org"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt; award. He has used his success and wealth, and leveraged all of it to try and get people to volunteer to work with local public schools and invest time with students. He has developed a foundation, &lt;a href="http://onceuponaschool.org/"&gt;268Valencia&lt;/a&gt;, which has over 1400 adults within the publishing and writing communities working directly with local public schools. Meg and I watched the video of his speech, and all I kept saying to myself was "there is no way that someone should ever have been able to beat the church to this idea." Inherently, an agnostic has been a part of something that brings hope and healing to the community, while evangelicals are pulling their kids and resources out of public schools. We have bought into the lie. It needs to end.&lt;br /&gt;The Church needs to be the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church needs to be the Church because no argument is going to convince anyone that Christ is here, if the people who claim Him don't live like they believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to try and evangelize anyone here. I am not going to try to get you to "buy" in. I am not going to try and win an argument. I simply believe that Jesus is alive and that He came to bring hope, not happiness. I am sorry for the ways I have failed to live that out. I am sorry for the ways I have tried to sell something different. I want to be the Church, and that requires more of us than we have given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Rachelle's post, thanks for sharing. We are all in community together. That is not dependent upon your faith, or mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3693986589926419690?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3693986589926419690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3693986589926419690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3693986589926419690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3693986589926419690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much-trouble.html' title='So much trouble...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2716849068216742823</id><published>2008-08-06T20:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:40:49.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Housing Situation Update</title><content type='html'>We went and looked at a loft in Springfield today. Wow. I want to move right now, as in right this second. It was incredible, beautiful, unique, and historic. It was a true loft with one giant living space (except for a small, separate side room) and 13 foot ceilings in an old converted school house. Hopefully, we will be living there in a month or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2716849068216742823?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2716849068216742823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2716849068216742823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2716849068216742823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2716849068216742823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/housing-situation-update.html' title='Housing Situation Update'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7977652765724055161</id><published>2008-08-06T13:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:30:15.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>This post will sort of connect with Rachelle's post on spiritual hunger. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our priests, Gena, is in charge of our church's center for spirituality. Essentially, the center is a group of contemplatives within our larger church family. Many of them make frequent silent retreats and they have weekly contemplative prayer sessions (they meet and spend 30 minutes in silence and then a few minutes in discussion). Yesterday, Gena unveiled a new "Comtemplative Eucharist" that followed approved liturgies of our church but left lots of room for silent contemplation and meditation in between the readings, prayers, and other parts of the liturgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having grown up rabidly protestant, things like meditation, contemplation, etc. were not exactly the bread and butter of my spiritual formation. However, having become more familiar with meditative practices, be it for long periods of silent contemplation (as in the Eucharist yesterday) or for brief trips to our quiet garden or prayer labryinth at the church, have helped me realize how essential these practices are for us as humans (be we religious or non-religious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to unplug. Mind you, as I said in the comments of Rachelle's post, not for long periods of time. I'm not the type of Christian that believes the world is evil, so it's best to disengage from it. But, I think a measured temporary detachment can actually teach us the beauty of the good earth and people around us! We need to not watch tv, not tweet, not read blogs or online newspapers or books for that matter, and embrace silence. I think this is why things like yoga are becoming increasingly popular. Besides the fact that it is wonderful work-out, it is a great way to disengage for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence, though, is scary. This is what I battle with anytime I engage in contemplative prayer or meditation. Why is it scary? I'm not sure. I think maybe we live in a culture that constantly demands answers and explanation, and silence forces us to engage with that deep part of ourselves where, even in an atheistic world view, mystery still lives. And mystery in a world that demands an answer for everything is scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7977652765724055161?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7977652765724055161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7977652765724055161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7977652765724055161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7977652765724055161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3006851437712174700</id><published>2008-08-05T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:35:11.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacksonville'/><title type='text'>Jacksonville</title><content type='html'>After 23 years of being just the opposite, I am slowly converting to being a Jacksonville fan. I know, that's really weird. I've been busy lately educating myself on the roots of our municipal dysfunction, and am encouraged that there may be light at the end of the tunnel (somewhere in the distance, and the light might be a train... hopefully some form of light rail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are a couple of helpful Jacksonville links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrojacksonville.com/"&gt;Metro Jacksonville &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanjacksonville.info/"&gt;Urban Jacksonville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is also encouraged that our sorry little newspaper is taking a few leaps into the electronic age by setting up a twitter account. It's rad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3006851437712174700?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3006851437712174700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3006851437712174700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3006851437712174700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3006851437712174700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/08/jacksonville.html' title='Jacksonville'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6017653025077980872</id><published>2008-07-31T16:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:35:58.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Hunger</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned before, I stand at the agnostic/atheist crossroads. There are several things that keep me from taking the plunge to atheism - and one of them is the topic of this post - spiritual hunger. In my journey from post-adolescence to adulthood I've realized that most of the people in the world are not happy. It's as if they know there is something more, and they don't have it. People try to fill this sadness with things like drugs, alcohol, sex, food,fundamentalism, hell, even golf. Unfortunately, trying to find your happiness from these things might work temporarily, but ultimately leads to more emptiness. So what is this emptiness? Is it something to do with evolution, always wanting more to achieve the best you possibly can for your genes/gene pool? Or is it the sense that there is a bigger realm -an immateria that you are thisclose to, but can't quite reach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Christians would give their right arm to hear an atheist talk about emptiness - what an opening! But here's the problem, none of the Christians I know are any happier than any of the Jews, Muslims, Hindus, atheists, or agnostics I know. If Christianity was truly about "the peace that passes all understanding" I would convert tommorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one group of people I've met that actually seem to have an inner joy. These people belonging to all different faiths and cultures have one thing in common - they have decided to be joyful, to be satisfied, to be grateful. It shows in their lives, and while no one really knows but them, it seems that they have found a way to rid themselves of the aching emptiness that so many feel and create for themselves true, lasting happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your secret to happiness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6017653025077980872?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6017653025077980872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6017653025077980872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6017653025077980872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6017653025077980872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiritual-hunger.html' title='Spiritual Hunger'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-4164014763902865672</id><published>2008-07-30T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:46:05.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music...</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have really talked about music with friends. As I don't really know everyone here, I thought I would ask everyone to reply with five of the songs, albums, or artists that you listen to most frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4164014763902865672?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4164014763902865672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4164014763902865672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4164014763902865672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4164014763902865672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/music.html' title='Music...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3287559607541219293</id><published>2008-07-29T11:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:18:23.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush, Jesus, and America</title><content type='html'>This is an older video of Bright Eyes, aka Conor Oberst singing "When the President Talks to God" live, but Kate and Adam mentioned they hadn't seen it, so I thought I'd share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFot6SE0MCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFot6SE0MCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same note - check out David Bazan's (Pedo the Lion) &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=40073668"&gt;"Backwoods Nation". &lt;/a&gt;I couldn't find a video but here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling all rednecks to put down their sluggers&lt;br /&gt;Turn their attention from beating the buggers&lt;br /&gt;Pick up machine guns and kill camel fuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backwoods nation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling all doctors of spin and the smoke screen&lt;br /&gt;To whip the new hate riots into a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Of good versus evil ignoring the history&lt;br /&gt;Of the Backwoods Nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it a shame&lt;br /&gt;When due process&lt;br /&gt;Stands in the way of swift justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling all frat' boys&lt;br /&gt;To trade in their hazing&lt;br /&gt;Their keggers and cocaine&lt;br /&gt;And casual date raping&lt;br /&gt;For cabinet appointments&lt;br /&gt;And rose-garden tapings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backwoods, backwoods, backwoods......nation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3287559607541219293?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3287559607541219293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3287559607541219293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3287559607541219293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3287559607541219293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/bush-and-jesus.html' title='Bush, Jesus, and America'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-5877083899070682294</id><published>2008-07-26T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:59:17.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment for Rent... Maybe</title><content type='html'>Shelly and I are going to look at a condo tonight. If we like it (and if it's half as cool as its pictures we will love it) we may put in an offer before too long, which leaves us with a dilemma. That would be our current place. We have about 4 months left on the lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: any tips? How should we handle the situation with our landlord?&lt;br /&gt;Second: anybody know anybody that needs a really nice apartment. Our place is killer and we love it, but would also love to own our own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm all ears (and a little giddy if you can't tell... I'm not giddy often).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5877083899070682294?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5877083899070682294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5877083899070682294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5877083899070682294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5877083899070682294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/apartment-for-rent-maybe.html' title='Apartment for Rent... Maybe'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8947734063555113197</id><published>2008-07-25T16:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:02:09.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><title type='text'>Face of the Future</title><content type='html'>I know I do a lot of linking, but come on... there's some interesting stuff on the interwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceofthefuture.org.uk/"&gt;Check this out&lt;/a&gt;. It lets you upload a photo of yourself and see what you might look like in different renderings (if you were a manga cartoon, for instance). I kinda hope it's wrong, because here is me as I am and as it projects me to be in the future as an "older adult". Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SIpMo-3nnvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ulUwtbO_tN0/s1600-h/phpqFYqV5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SIpMo-3nnvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ulUwtbO_tN0/s320/phpqFYqV5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227074584471641842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SIpM2fJ3YEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XyIwDCLZWxs/s1600-h/phpzr2XpD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SIpM2fJ3YEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XyIwDCLZWxs/s320/phpzr2XpD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227074816476405826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for fun (and so you don't have nightmares) here is me as an El Greco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SIpNJV1K5pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C3N6Eu2BNh0/s1600-h/phpdVvD91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SIpNJV1K5pI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C3N6Eu2BNh0/s320/phpdVvD91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227075140391200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe that didn't do much for your nightmares. Oh well, try it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8947734063555113197?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8947734063555113197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8947734063555113197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8947734063555113197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8947734063555113197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/face-of-future.html' title='Face of the Future'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ou0sgsru8ek/SIpMo-3nnvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ulUwtbO_tN0/s72-c/phpqFYqV5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6819515304797219493</id><published>2008-07-24T16:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:58:02.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask, don't tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92864149"&gt;NPR had a piece on Morning Edition&lt;/a&gt; today about Congress revisiting the famous "Don't ask, Don't tell" policy of the military. It's okay if we send homosexual troops off to die for our country, but they can't have the same rights as heterosexual troops? What does this say about our society as a whole?!? A hearing was held yesterday on whether or not this policy should be repealed. Marine Sgt. Eric Alva, who lost his leg as the first casualty of the Iraq war testified,"...I realized that I had fought and nearly died to secure the rights for others that I myself was not free to enjoy. I had proudly served a country that was not proud of me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also the 60th anniversary of the desegragation of the military. Colin Powell spoke at the hearing, as well as Vance Coleman, a straight retired African-American Army major general. Coleman compared the current policy toward homosexuals in the military "to the segregation he encountered enlisting in 1947". It was incredibly powerful, having one minority, from a group whom it is not longer socially acceptable to be prejudice against, defend another minority group, whom society says it is okay to ostracize, selflessly, without any hope for personal gain...I was telling Kate about it at work today and I actually started crying (crying at work = not awesome)because the change that could be made by people like Coleman speaking for those who cannot speak for themselves is enormous. Homosexuals currently serving in the military cannot speak for themselves because they will be immediately fired, and so straight military women and men and retired openly gay women and men (like Navy intelligence Capt. Joan Darrah)are the ones who truly have the power to make a difference. I am so grateful for Vance Coleman, Joan Darrah, and people like them. It makes me hope that my (possible future)children will grow up in a world where it will not be okay to judge someone or treat them differently based on their sexual preference, race, or sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6819515304797219493?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6819515304797219493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6819515304797219493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6819515304797219493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6819515304797219493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-ask-dont-tell.html' title='Don&apos;t ask, don&apos;t tell?'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3053620677695381233</id><published>2008-07-24T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:38:54.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama in Berlin</title><content type='html'>Great speech, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think though. You know all the fundies are gonna start labeling him the anti-Christ. I mean, come on, if people other than Americans like someone, clearly they must be a servant of the beast. Flashing back... fundy school... Bob Grey... arrrrrrrgggggggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3053620677695381233?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3053620677695381233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3053620677695381233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3053620677695381233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3053620677695381233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/obama-in-berlin.html' title='Obama in Berlin'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2085751204256457419</id><published>2008-07-23T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:52:05.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Quiz</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, [shudder],  you probably love a meaningless political quiz to tell you what you believe. This &lt;a href="http://www.politicalquiz.net"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; operates with 4-axes, which is a little different than any I've taken before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored, on a scale of 0-12:&lt;br /&gt;Conservative-12-Progressive (so I scored fully progressive)&lt;br /&gt;Capitalist Purist-12-Social Capitalist (so, yeah, basically a socialist)&lt;br /&gt;Libertarian-2-Authoritarian (I think I got knocked down a couple notches because I'm against outsourcing jobs)&lt;br /&gt;Pacifist-0-Militarist (No big suprise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2085751204256457419?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2085751204256457419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2085751204256457419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2085751204256457419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2085751204256457419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/political-quiz.html' title='Political Quiz'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-561404753359536155</id><published>2008-07-23T09:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:46:41.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>It is hard for a movie as overly hyped as the Dark Knight to live up to expectations. However, the movie, which Meg and I enjoyed in IMAX form, succeeded on every level. It was not the best movie I have ever seen, but it was one of the best movies of the comic genre ever made.&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that Heath Ledger will probably win a posthumous Oscar for the performance. I also think that Maggie Gyllenhal will get a nod. Ultimately, as a comic book nerd, I appreciate the way that Chris Nolan has resurrected the franchise. He has done a great job giving batman the humanity that makes him such an interesting character. My one complaint about the movie is that the IMAX has no previews, which means that I did not get to see the Watchmen trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I had a conversation with a fellow comic nerd about which remaining comics we would like to see turned into movies. The only one left, for me, is Neil Gaiman's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sandman_%28Vertigo%29"&gt;The Sandman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sandman, &lt;/span&gt;I would encourage you to go and pick up the first book as soon as possible. Not only do I think it is the best comic ever written, it may be one of the best pieces of literature written in the last 100 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-561404753359536155?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/561404753359536155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=561404753359536155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/561404753359536155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/561404753359536155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='Dark Knight'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7299795291633677156</id><published>2008-07-22T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:30:35.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What else is the Constitution good for really?</title><content type='html'>Over at &lt;a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/"&gt;Feministe &lt;/a&gt;they are discussing Bush's latest plan to make birth control illegal. The post is well written, but I am still laughing hysterically over Lauren's footnote. And I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of Bush’s recent attempts of wrestling media glory away from Obama and McCain appear to be pretty transparent attempts at reclaiming his legacy. It’s way better for the future of his vainglorious presidential library if he can be remembered as an evangelical, lady-killing rock star by his base, instead of being remembered as the man who wiped his ass on the Constitution, abandoned thousands of citizens in crisis, abused the good faith and young bodies of his troops, and waged an unnecessary war to avenge the name of his father."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7299795291633677156?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7299795291633677156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7299795291633677156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7299795291633677156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7299795291633677156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-else-is-constitution-good-for.html' title='What else is the Constitution good for really?'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3082713539398096484</id><published>2008-07-22T11:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:52:48.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Per Se: A Vexation</title><content type='html'>Having shown my linguistic cards last week, that I believe what words popularly mean is more important than how they look or how the dictionary might define them, I would like to explore my hypocrisy by discussing one of my most extreme linguistic frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner is... when people use the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per se &lt;/span&gt;incorrectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Per se&lt;/span&gt; has a very simple meaning. It means, essentially, "in and of itself." You might use it in this way, "I'm not opposed to violence in film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per se&lt;/span&gt;, it can be used to make powerful points about our humanity. I just hate mindless bloodletting." That, my friends, is a successful use of the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sadly, many use this word for other, more sadistic purposes. The most popular is as a stand in for the word "say," as in, "So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per se&lt;/span&gt; you were going to a movie, and you wanted to see mindless bloodletting. You might check out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night of 1,000 Corpses&lt;/span&gt;." This is a total perversion of the phrase, and makes it so that, in the end, no one understands what the hell the phrase actually means. People also enjoy throwing this phrase randomly into [incorrect] places to bring about those warm, fuzzy feelings of intelligence. That is sad, so I will not interact with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you, nay, plead with you. Take this phrase back. It is a good phrase. It rolls off the tongue nicely (cellar door, schmellar door). Just let it roll correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3082713539398096484?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3082713539398096484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3082713539398096484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3082713539398096484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3082713539398096484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/per-se-vexation.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Per Se&lt;/i&gt;: A Vexation'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3117817101338413385</id><published>2008-07-21T13:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:33:35.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>Meg and I are going to see the Dark Knight at the IMAX tomorrow. I will throw my two cents in afterwards. However, I will say that siting the movie for being the downfall of western civilization or for changing your personal philosophy on anything is perhaps giving it too much credit. It is entertainment. Entertainment done exceptionally well, I imagine, but entertainment nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3117817101338413385?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3117817101338413385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3117817101338413385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3117817101338413385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3117817101338413385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/meg-and-i-are-going-to-see-dark-knight.html' title='Dark Knight'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7528583369926567464</id><published>2008-07-21T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:22:26.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness, Part 2...</title><content type='html'>After my recent spill into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Jackass&lt;/span&gt; territory, I thought it better to return to my area of expertise. With that in mind, I would like to present the second installment of "awesome/not awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1."Lovers in Japan/Reign of Love" by Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! While Viva La Vida is hit or miss, this song hits it out of the park. Josh Hamilton got a hold of this one! "Lovers in Japan" is fun and upbeat which then leads it's way into the almost hymnal "Reign of Love." Marrying the two was the best choice Coldplay has ever made as a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Pandora Radio&lt;br /&gt;This has become a much discussed topic lately. I am here to wage in with an official "Awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;The application on iphone 2.0 is my only exposure to the site, but it is enough. I am most impressed with the massive selection that they have. It is like a friend who knows what music you like is consistently making you a new mix cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The Gym&lt;br /&gt;Not Awesome. This is one of the areas where something is good, but not awesome. Helpful, but not cool. Going to the gym is great for you, just not great. Meg and I have recently been going to the gym in order to try and lose weight and get in better shape. While the feeling after you have been to the gym is great, actually being there is weird. I wear glasses, but I don't when I am going to be sweating profusely. In the gym, this leads to my squinting to see where I am going, but looks to the women exercising like I am checking them out in a really creepy way. I can tell once I get close enough that everyone is looking at me with concern, but at this point to tell them that I wasn't staring at them would only make things worse. My sweating also means that I have to clean off all of the equipment I use after every exercise, which makes me feel more like a staff member rather than the fat guy paying 20 bucks a month to be there. However....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.NPR's "This American Life"&lt;br /&gt;Supreme Awesomeness. The one highlight of the gym is that I can listen to my American Life podcasts while running on the treadmill. Let me tell you, Ira Glass would be the world's most awesome workout partner. Also, in a recent episode titled "A little bit of knowledge" (#293), Ira helps to point out a phrase that I believe we should adopt in this blog. Whenever someone speaks with supposed authority about an issue with which they have very limited knowledge, they are talking like a contributor to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Jackass&lt;/span&gt;, a fictional magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.iTunes releasing the "100 most essential" pieces of classical music for just $5.99.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Classical music, with it's timing and structure, has such wide spanning influence in the worlds of current music, literature, acting, and speech. Itunes has made it easy for everyone to get a hold of the most famous and celebrated pieces of classical music for less than six bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Campaigning for the vote of the apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Not awesome. Their are certain unfortunate parts of the political process that come with the territory. If I had to pick a Republican to run for president it would have been McCain. I like him. I will not be voting for him, but I respect him. At least, I did. However, the loss of respect has not been isolated to the GOP candidate. Obama has done the same. Two men, both of whom I like, are running away from themselves in order to try and please all the people, all the time. It is a fools errand with steep prices. It is politics, and I guess it is the price you pay, but it points out the biggest problem with democracy. Winston Churchill said it best, "the best argument against democracy is five minutes with the average voter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I leave you all today with this challenge; if you are not currently volunteering in your local community, helping the people whom your wealth or education would otherwise keep you away from, you have one week to do so. I promise it will be an AWESOME experience, and there is no excuse not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7528583369926567464?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7528583369926567464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7528583369926567464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7528583369926567464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7528583369926567464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesomeness-part-2.html' title='Awesomeness, Part 2...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-4879984678948037513</id><published>2008-07-20T20:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:43:35.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The Dark Knight the End of Western Civilization?</title><content type='html'>Again, for the record, I agree with Rachelle on the movie, but Brant Hansen argues &lt;a href="http://branthansen.typepad.com/letters_from_kamp_krusty/2008/07/the-long-dark-knight-of-the-soul.html"&gt;otherwise&lt;/a&gt;. Thoughts? (Hat Tip: &lt;a href="http://www.boarsheadtavern.com"&gt;Boar's Head Tavern&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4879984678948037513?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4879984678948037513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4879984678948037513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4879984678948037513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4879984678948037513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-dark-knight-end-of-western.html' title='Is The Dark Knight the End of Western Civilization?'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6449878243246831776</id><published>2008-07-19T22:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:20:28.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait is over...or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SIS3SZeYFjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cjm-ZfFwilg/s1600-h/WhySoSerious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225502994360440370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SIS3SZeYFjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cjm-ZfFwilg/s320/WhySoSerious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfreewallpapers.net/movies/wallpapers/batman-dark-knight-joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw &lt;u&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/u&gt; Thursday and it was &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything I expected and more. The acting, plot, visuals, and symbolism were superb (side note: someone actually wrote a book about the ideas this movie presents -&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Batman-Philosophy-Knight-Blackwell-Culture/dp/0470270306"&gt; Batman and Philosophy: The Dark Knight of the Soul&lt;/a&gt;...interesting). Heath Ledger's Joker was deeply disturbing, but also, at times, funny - true skill and a tragic loss. Christian Bale is a perfect Batman (one more side note: I just found out via Wikipedia that Christian Bale's stepmother is Gloria Steinem? One more reason he's awesome.) Maggie Gyllenhaal added depth and nuance to Rachel Dawes (this was much lacking in Katie Holmes' Rachel in &lt;u&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/u&gt;) and Aaron Eckhart was also fantastic. If you haven't seen it yet - go! The one torturous thing about this movie, the trailer for &lt;a href="http://www.viralvideochart.com/youtube/watchmen_trailer__in_b4_copyright?id=mSrgvJ2JyHs"&gt;Watchmen &lt;/a&gt;- which looks mind-blowing, but won't be out until March of 2009. Oh the torture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6449878243246831776?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6449878243246831776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6449878243246831776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6449878243246831776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6449878243246831776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/wait-is-overor-is-it.html' title='The wait is over...or is it?'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/SIS3SZeYFjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cjm-ZfFwilg/s72-c/WhySoSerious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2724698120735874056</id><published>2008-07-18T13:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T14:01:31.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Radio</title><content type='html'>Want free online radio that's user friendly and very responsive to your preferences? Check out &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com"&gt;Pandora Radio&lt;/a&gt;. It's great. A quick note, though - I'm pretty new to it (I found out about the service when I downloaded iPhone 2.0 and there was a free application available). Thus, I have not yet had time to get an awesomeness ruling from Rob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2724698120735874056?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2724698120735874056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2724698120735874056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2724698120735874056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2724698120735874056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/pandora-radio.html' title='Pandora Radio'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-5391986449512708926</id><published>2008-07-17T16:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:39:45.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finished!</title><content type='html'>My pin-hole camera is finished!  There were a few minor setbacks, namely that the PDF template I downloaded was inaccurately sized, but after some adjustments, it is now complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the inside portion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-sBagXZmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p1fpxrUMuWU/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-sBagXZmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p1fpxrUMuWU/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224083233067984482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film gets sandwiched between two pieces of cardboard, with a frame opening up to the inside of the light-tight box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what that part looks like all closed up and from the front:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-tDoPUoXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VH_-OUxWsVo/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-tDoPUoXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VH_-OUxWsVo/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224084370625962354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the tiny pin-hole on the aluminum in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-tVy1jwiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EX8Cu5rnTkw/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-tVy1jwiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EX8Cu5rnTkw/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224084682708337186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture, in my opinion, is misleading as to the size of the camera, so here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-tpVTvLAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/COnPCxiJRGk/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-tpVTvLAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/COnPCxiJRGk/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224085018379234306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rainy, gloomy day, so I haven't started photographing yet, but whenever that takes place, I will post the results.  I'm pretty stinkin' excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5391986449512708926?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5391986449512708926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5391986449512708926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5391986449512708926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5391986449512708926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-finished.html' title='It&apos;s finished!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634604157708390845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ILdzfzv_Ww/TXgXpA7-RII/AAAAAAAAADo/tvtBKgE4vTg/s220/DSC_0023%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rjvXAuJosoQ/SH-sBagXZmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p1fpxrUMuWU/s72-c/DSC_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6734814255117450502</id><published>2008-07-16T18:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:40:28.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social justice'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>We were doing panel discussions at the camp I'm working. The panel consisted of people representing difference in the areas of race, sexual orientation, religion, ability, gender identification, gender, age, and class. They were asked to discuss the first time they were made to feel different. All were fantastic.  I'd like to share two of the stories that I found especially powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One gentleman, an African American, talked about being part of the group that essentially started NASA in the Air Force. He told about how he left Jacksonville just after high school. He said that in all his time of serving in the Air Force he was never made to feel different. He was accepted. He was brave. He subjected himself to all kinds of insane physical extremes so that the first astronauts would be safe. Again, he said the whole time he never felt different, he felt proud. Until one day he was coming home from Arizona to see his father before his father died. It was in the late 50's, and he, in his military uniform was refused food service all through Texas. In Mississippi, he began to become fearful because the billboards were printed with outright racist warnings against anyone of color stopping in those towns after dark. The man had parachuted out of hot air balloons well above what a normal human could do, he had been subjected to all kinds of difficult tests of the way speed interacts with the human body, and was never scared. But, this grown man was made afraid to even stop for gas because of his skin color. It was powerful. More powerful, is his current attitude. He got involved very early with the NAACP and has worked tirelessly for racial reconciliation. He was like Desmond Tutu with a beautiful smile that in and of itself could bring down some of the walls that divide us. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman representing class difference was speaking. She was intelligent, engaging, and beautiful. She explained her story, and to sum it up quickly, she was a victim of all the structural violence one could possibly think of. It was awful. However, she was commenting on the sort of assumptions people make about her, and she said something amazing. She has six children, and she was talking about how people criticize that and assume she sleeps around (all of the children have the same father) and should have thought better about having all of those kids. She said this, "I just tell them, my children are not the problem. There are lots of things that have put me in my situation, but my children are not one of them. I would not trade my children for anything." It was beautiful. She went on to say that she is back in stable housing and is starting nursing school in the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6734814255117450502?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6734814255117450502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6734814255117450502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6734814255117450502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6734814255117450502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2685356622616733771</id><published>2008-07-16T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:35:35.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Endeavor</title><content type='html'>So I'm not sure how many of you are into artsy stuff, so whether or not you care about the following is up in the air. Having said that, I'm making a pin-hole camera this week. A pin-hole camera is basically the most primitive form of camera. It's literally a light-tight box or container with a tiny hole on one side that can be uncovered for specified time periods, allowing light in, which then creates an image on the film or photographic paper housed on the back side of the box. I made one in college in my photography class that used photo paper, but this one will be for film, meaning I don't need a dark room. I'm pretty excited about it. I'll post photos when they are completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2685356622616733771?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2685356622616733771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2685356622616733771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2685356622616733771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2685356622616733771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/latest-endeavor.html' title='Latest Endeavor'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634604157708390845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ILdzfzv_Ww/TXgXpA7-RII/AAAAAAAAADo/tvtBKgE4vTg/s220/DSC_0023%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-326636768429344699</id><published>2008-07-16T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:05:41.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>... and on to a new topic</title><content type='html'>I gather from the intros that we are all Floridians. I tend to be quite the proud one, in as much as being a Floridian, and not a southerner (a topic for another day maybe) has defined much of my personality in terms of social interaction. This weeks Time magazine has an article about the Sunshine State that leaves me feeling kind of hopeless. We are currently #1 in the nation in mortgage fraud, #2 in foreclosures, dead last in graduation rate, and as we have an economy based almost solely on the service industry, we are going through tough times as rising gas costs have slowed many Americans summer vacation plans. Not a lot to be thrilled about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my questions, what is the best thing about living in Florida? What about living in Florida has most influenced you? Lastly, where else would you go, if it came to that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-326636768429344699?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/326636768429344699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=326636768429344699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/326636768429344699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/326636768429344699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-on-to-new-topic.html' title='... and on to a new topic'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7161932573061426656</id><published>2008-07-16T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:58:06.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An apology...</title><content type='html'>I would like to apologize for the aggressive tone of my last post. I am certainly willing to admit that I am probably the last person who should and can speak with any true insight into matters of feminism. My aim with the previous post was not to offend, but to encourage us to move towards action. After reading all of the comments, I can grasp that language is in and of itself an action, at least the process of changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that in circles like this everyone comes from a slightly different place and perspective. Anyways, please accept my sincerest apologies for any offense or outrage caused. It was not my desire. As is common for me, I will certainly be wrong as much, if not more, than I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7161932573061426656?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7161932573061426656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7161932573061426656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7161932573061426656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7161932573061426656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/apology.html' title='An apology...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8784078546433337742</id><published>2008-07-16T07:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:17:56.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on from here</title><content type='html'>I must say, I thoroughly  enjoy  discussing all things linguistic.   If you  people need to move  on, I'm fine with that, too.  I think things got a little too heated for the type of discussion this could have been, what with all the outraging and see-here-ing.  It seems to me that actual academic debates that currently (not to mention historically) exist among linguists should not be so quickly poo-pooed as irrelevant.  I do find it curious and a bit disconcerting when men (self-proclaimed feminists or not) want to define what legitimate feminist issues are, but that's another topic for another day.   I hope that, moving forward,  we can have legitimate, thoughtful (and gracious) academic discussions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we (who don't know each other personally) might have a better time of this if we all met for dinner/discussion  one night.  Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8784078546433337742?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8784078546433337742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8784078546433337742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8784078546433337742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8784078546433337742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-on-from-here.html' title='Moving on from here'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566736292691795073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KiUOQOuK_BE/SHI6iAX1obI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jUD_1iu3-uc/S220/Kate.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6361909580098990502</id><published>2008-07-15T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:54:30.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm starting to wonder about why we (human beings in the United States) are continually willing to accept the masculine words for male persons as generic for a mixed group or even just women. We understood the problem with "men" but then moved on to "guys" and act like it's no big deal and completely different. We never entertain the idea of saying "Hey ladies" or "Hey gals" to a mixed group or group of men... why? In most cases, I can't seem to see a malicious intent or concerted effort to ensure that it works this way, but &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; does it keep working this way? Why will women, to a higher degree, allow themselves to be referred to as men with far, far less push-back than men who are referred to as women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I have no serious answer to this other than we allow it and believe it to be of no serious consequence. Then, when one brings it up as an issue, she is put down as over-sensitive. If "guys" is alright for all people, why did we even bother leaving "men" behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;If you read this as a ranting, scathing indictment (maybe some believe it should be), we can thank the lack of voice inflection available on the internet. No, this is a searching wonderment, a bewilderment that comes with looking at things a tad askew and finding that perhaps having been a "good guy" (in many cases, certainly not all) is not enough to have kept me free from unknowingly alienated fellow human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6361909580098990502?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6361909580098990502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6361909580098990502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6361909580098990502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6361909580098990502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking.'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774043950889968803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/200/2132/640/240953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-4139748818218883131</id><published>2008-07-15T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:39:21.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Lambeth Conference'/><title type='text'>Something Different</title><content type='html'>I think we're doing a bit of talking past each other, so perhaps something new would be good (at least it would for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the Lambeth Conference, for those unfamiliar (or uninterested) with the Episcopal Church and the wider Anglican Communion, it is a once every 10 year gathering of all the Bishops of the Communion. A number of Bishops were not invited this year (most for very good reasons), but one was not invited and for no good reason: Bishop Gene Robinson of New Hampshire was left off the guest list because he is openly gay. This is a shame in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However +Gene will be in Canterbury this week, and is blogging! If you are interested in the relationship between religion and human sexuality, you may want to check the blog out &lt;a href="http://www.canterburytalesfromthefringe.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4139748818218883131?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4139748818218883131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4139748818218883131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4139748818218883131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4139748818218883131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-different.html' title='Something Different'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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-1530172950506922994.post-5998966557845007607</id><published>2008-07-15T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:36:10.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Needs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree needs an expandAll, collapseAll feature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree looks like [he] will learn the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This Tree does spread by seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree hates civilization, and who could blame [him]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; great lengths to ensure that everyone stays hydrated in the intense sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree loves the blood of horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree eats the light of the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; been extensively refurbished and offers excellent facilities throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; be repeatedly infested until [he] dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I had to take obvious liberties with this. Easily seen are the places where "it" was exchanged for "he" or "him". In most cases, I also just began where "Tree xxxx" appeared in the search regardless of preceding verbiage. This increased my ability to actually participate from a whooping 0%. I find it hard to believe that other people going by Tree don't need, eat, or love and have others posting about it online in the third person. I could be a first and you can help; get busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5998966557845007607?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5998966557845007607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5998966557845007607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5998966557845007607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5998966557845007607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/tree-needs.html' title='Tree Needs...'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774043950889968803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/200/2132/640/240953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-4758700286356721473</id><published>2008-07-15T09:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:29:11.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>Hey, "you  [sic] guys"</title><content type='html'>OK, I have dropped everything to respond to Quinn's post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "you guys" is in fact sexist.  Although I have been known to use it, I consciously try not to for the very reason this woman you mention is offended by it:  it is gender exclusive.  (I think my use of it has been a backlash against "ya'll").  Nonetheless, I have personally railed against this turn of phrase (and also, don't call me "man" or "dude").   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a "guy" is a man/boy.  The opposite is "gal" for woman/girl.  Therefore, using it to mean both is as troublesome as the generic "he".  As always, these masculine-posing- as-neutral words become obviously problematic when you reverse the gender.  No group including men will appreciate being referred to as "you gals".  No group including men will not complain if a speaker refers to the group as "womankind".  No group including men will silently accept that "she" actually refers to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, plenty of words are covertly sexist, and I think we need to at least be aware of these secret slights against women that pervade our language nearly unnoticed.  On the, I think, more obvious side are words like "fireman", "mailman", "policeman"; less obvious are words like "waitress", "actress", "stewardess".  These are easily fixed:  "firefighter", "mail-carrier", "police officer", "server", "actor", "flight attendant".  Even more covert are words like "widow", "whore", "prostitute" and even "doctor" and "lawyer".  These are problematic but don't have to be:  the problem is due to people who feel the need to qualify them with gender marks or even assume a gender based on the word itself.  For instance a  "widow", a "whore", and a "prostitute" are always assumed to be women, so when we mean these words to refer to men we have to mark them:  "widower", "man-whore", "male prostitute".  Similarly, "doctor" and "lawyer" are assumed to refer to men:  thus we have "female doctor" and "female lawyer".         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, words that primarily refer to women, and must be modified to refer to men, are words with negative connotations or words for occupations that are socially (or morally) rejected or marginalized.  Many words that must be marked female in order to refer to women are words for high-power, high-income, well-respected professions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people (mostly men) balk at these language problems; I often hear that even talking about this is just "splitting hairs" or is only a problem because of "political correctness".  In my classroom, I can enforce proper usage (and Standard American English prescriptively avoids sexism).  I point out that no one in a college classroom would hand in a paper with racist words, so it shouldn't be such a stretch to edit papers to avoid sexism.  Equating to racism usually stops detractors in their tracks.  On at least one occasion, I've had to point out the obvious to a student:  that he as a white man in this country can ignore racism and sexism, or claim they no longer exist, because he is not immediately affected by them.  He does not feel excluded when a generic "he" refers to all people because he is a "he".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This point really affected my current class when one of the men asked what we should do about older texts that use sexist language, such as the Declaration of Independence.  He opened the door for an important object lesson in sexism and racism in language.  When the text says "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created   equal...", who, I asked the class, is made equal.  One woman said "men".  I asked the men to raise their hands.  Then I asked them to lower their hands if they did not own their own homes because to have voting rights, for instance, one had to be a property holding man.  All but two hands dropped:  one white man and one black man remained.  I said to the black man, "sorry, you were still considered property when this document was written."  He dropped his hand.  So out of twenty-five people, only one is created equal according to this text.  Only one white, property-holding man can count himself included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are shifty and slippery:  they don't mean what we think they mean for all people.  When words are used to exclude they are problematic, but words can exclude without the speaker intending for them to.  Therefore, the responsibility falls to the speaker to speak carefully and precisely.           I my classroom, I can require proper speech, but in the wide world of patriarchy, I have to speak against sexist language when I can, model proper usage when I can't, and otherwise hope for the best that people will be kind to others for the sake of being kind, or, if nothing else, so as to not gain a reputation for being an inconsiderate jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making strides in educating people on the power of language (not to mention images) to shape reality for women and racial minorities. The more we, as Quinn says, "adopt a gender neutral tone," the more we can expect to see change in the ways in which people speak and think about the humanity of other people.  This gender-neutrality is farther reaching than just the pronouns.  They are a good first step into changing the way language is (mis)used to the detriment of the majority of the population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bringing this up, Quinn.  This is one of my favorite discussion topics.  As for questioning your sensitivity, I think that you are sensitive enough to recognize the problems inherent in language, otherwise you wouldn't bother with the "gender neutral tone" and you wouldn't even worry about "guys" possibly being an issue.  So, no, I don't think you are insensitive, maybe just not as informed on language problems as you could be.  Now that I've said may piece, you have no excuse, mister!  ;)  Seriously, it's hard to change the ways we speak, but the more we do it the easier it gets.  I sometimes still say "you guys" even though I don't want to--it just slips out.  But I can acknowledge that its a problem, and I can work to correct it.  (And I can beat into my students that sexist language is wrong, wrong, wrong). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if "guys" never crossed your mind as sexist because you are a "guy" or because it is so pervasive in our culture to refer to all people as "guys".  There's a great site (&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/64/5.html"&gt;American Heritage Book of English Usage&lt;/a&gt;) that describes American English as it is used (not prescribes how it should be), and even it shows the  distinction between the singular guy = boy and the plural guys = people.  The fact that the singular is gendered even in common usage means that the recognition by the culture that the plural is also gendered is not far behind.  Not to mention the fact that no one will ever say "gals" to mean people.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a made-up problem; it's a problem that is more and more frequently making itself known in the collective language choices of the culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4758700286356721473?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4758700286356721473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4758700286356721473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4758700286356721473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4758700286356721473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-you-sic-guys.html' title='Hey, &quot;you  [sic] guys&quot;'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566736292691795073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KiUOQOuK_BE/SHI6iAX1obI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jUD_1iu3-uc/S220/Kate.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3954836406089538140</id><published>2008-07-14T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:54:16.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>Am I Being Insensitive?</title><content type='html'>This week I am volunteering as a facilitator at a camp for youth interested in conflict resolution. The camp focuses on fostering helpful dialog between and among those with widely differing viewpoints. The primary areas of difference are gender, sexual orientation, and faith tradition (there are Christians, atheists, Muslims, and Hindus at the camp). It was a very cool experience today. I love getting to know people with whom I have very little in common. I almost always find it interesting, enlightening, and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I got a little annoyed at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilitators were debriefing. We were discussing what could be done to improve tomorrow and what went well. One lady said she had a complaint. In this context with Christians, Muslims, LGBT people, athiests, etc. her biggest problem... the use  of "you guys" when addressing the large group. She said she did not feel included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I consider myself to be a fairly consistent feminist. When it comes to language, I adopt as gender neutral a tone as is possible in English in my academic writing. I usually go back and forth between "he" and "she" as the subject of a sentence if the subject is gender neutral. I also would love to see the English handbooks adopt a truly neutral substitute for "he" or "she."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, never have I thought of "guys" as a masculine word. I have always heard it used to refer to a group of people whether all male, all female, or some combination of the two.  I will grant that there is a huge chance the life experiences of this woman make something like this way more offensive than I could ever imagine. But, I just don't get this particular issue.  It almost felt like she was making up something to have a problem with. Am I being insensitive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3954836406089538140?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3954836406089538140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3954836406089538140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3954836406089538140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3954836406089538140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-being-insensitive.html' title='Am I Being Insensitive?'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8719210549262082657</id><published>2008-07-14T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:12:38.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome????</title><content type='html'>After having read Rachelle's entry about her booze rant, I realize that there are a few questions amongst the group as to things that are and are not awesome. Being one of the nation's foremost authorities on all things awesome-related, I thought I would settle a few disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Hookahs: I thought I would start with the topic that was the impetus for this blog entry. A Hookah, in and of itself, is in fact quite awesome (sorry Rachelle). Hookahs are a strange flower of delicious tobacco smoking goodness that come to us as a gift from the Moors. However, let me be very clear about this, Hookahs are cool only when smoked by enough people to occupy all of the octopus like arms, while in the middle-east (or at the very least, a middle-eastern themed place), and when it is pleasantly flavored tobacco that is being consumed. This means that you and your roommate smoking a bowl of the sticky-icky while sitting around your apartment in your boxers is NOT awesome. Moreover, it is this kind of deuch-baggery that gives hookahs a bad (and NOT AWESOME) name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)80's Music: Despite the fact that no decade has produced more karaoke style sing-along hits, I must admit that 80's music as a whole is Not Awesome. It is a sad truth, but a truth nonetheless. This is a declaration of unawesomeness for the decade in general and not for individual acts.&lt;br /&gt;Prince=Awesome, Thriller-era Michael Jackson=Totally Awesome, Duran Duran=Hungry like the wolf awesomeness, The Police=Awesome, and U2 might be the single most awesome band of all-time. U2 is so awesome that they have done a complete 360 in their career from awesome to not awesome, only to come right back around to more awesome than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Wine-Snobbery: NOT AWESOME! Wine is delicious. We can all agree. However, their is no need to be snooty about it. You like a $500 bottle of merlot from the late 70's, well good for you. Enjoy it. Don't look down your nose at those who can perfectly appreciate all the flavor and aroma of a $10 bottle of pinot noir from Publix. If you do, it makes me wonder what you are really enjoying, the wine, or your ability to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;This rule is the same for Whiskey drinkers as well. You will not impress me with your scotch selection if the first word out of your mouth is how much the bottle cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Reading the paper: Awesome! There are few habits that will be as good for you in the long run as reading a paper everyday. The better the paper, the better the rewards. It is the most surefire way to achieve your own personal awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Educational Television Networks (Discovery, History Channel, National Geographic): Awesome and more Awesome. If you are going to spend your day in front of the boob tube, this is what you should be enjoying. Throw in some Daily Show and Colbert for good measure, both of which reign supreme in the land of late-night awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Used-to-be-educational television networks (Bravo, A&amp;amp;E, Animal Kingdom): Not Awesome! I don't care how addictive you may find "America's next top clothes-designing chef competing for the love of the housewives of orange county who happen to be dog whisperers who married Gene Simmons," these networks used to be about so much more. While popular and good are not always mutually exclusive, there is certainly a chasm between two that makes it a rare feet to bridge the divide. These networks should have been happy to be good and less popular. Now they are popular and atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)The Decemberists: Literally Awesome! What do you get when you put a MFA in literature into the mind of an unbelievable songsmith... Mr. Colin Meloy. Also, despite what Quinn may say, they are not indie-rock racists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now. I will be back again to settle some more awesomeness debates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8719210549262082657?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8719210549262082657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8719210549262082657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8719210549262082657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8719210549262082657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome.html' title='Awesome????'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2612402469981343429</id><published>2008-07-14T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:56:00.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so maybe I'm picky</title><content type='html'>As the token single member of this blog, I feel obliged to write token single type of things. Today's topic: deal breakers. Everyone knows the serious deal breakers - lying, cheating, racism, etc. Here are a few unique to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top ten ways to repel a Rachelle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Wearing the dumb-ass uniform of an Abercrombie and Fitch polo, plaid shorts, and flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;9) Asking me if I like Lincoln Park or Disturbed. Gag.&lt;br /&gt;8) Smoking. Gross. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;7) Telling me you hate the Internet. I like the Internet better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;6) Unless it’s Halloween, you better not be wearing a cowboy hat.&lt;br /&gt;5) Mentioning sex within the first five minutes of meeting me. Everybody likes sex, you don’t have to spell that out about yourself, creep.&lt;br /&gt;4) Insulting my vegetarianism. You don’t have to be vegetarian, but please don’t make a crack about me murdering vegetables. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;3) Being a registered Republican.  Voting against women’s rights is not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Insulting my dog. (Some moron tried to use this as a pickup line on me yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one way to make me give you a dirty look and walk away -&lt;br /&gt;1) Telling me, “I don’t read much.” (Or, telling me the last thing you read was John McCain’s biography. Ick. I honestly don’t know which one is worse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could meet my dream guy, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_rollins"&gt;Henry Rollins&lt;/a&gt;. His spoken word about dating is so a male version of me. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=W9S5-EB8dR8"&gt;Check it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don't already know, and make me laugh. I don't care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there. I want one-a them readers, that’s what I want."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2612402469981343429?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2612402469981343429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2612402469981343429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2612402469981343429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2612402469981343429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-so-maybe-im-picky.html' title='Okay, so maybe I&apos;m picky'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8534517557938772058</id><published>2008-07-13T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:32:51.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Isn't it a bit ostentatious to have a tricked-out Hummer with a license plate that says "Blessed"? Or maybe that's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8534517557938772058?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8534517557938772058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8534517557938772058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8534517557938772058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8534517557938772058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/rolling-my-eyes.html' title='Rolling My Eyes'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634604157708390845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ILdzfzv_Ww/TXgXpA7-RII/AAAAAAAAADo/tvtBKgE4vTg/s220/DSC_0023%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7243576939109205126</id><published>2008-07-12T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:52:27.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Booze rant</title><content type='html'>When did alcohol stop being a nice addition to conversation and friends and start being the whole reason for gathering? Arg. There is nothing more boring to me than getting together to drink and talk about the last time they got together to drink. WTF? Are these people's lives so boring that getting wasted and doing something stupid is the pinnacle of their week? Apparently. I love getting together with friends and talking about our lives, politics, whatever, and then adding maybe a nice bottle of pinot noir - but we are not getting together because of the frickin' pinot noir. (Or to see how much pinot noir we can drink in one minute, how much pinot noir we can drink while in a headstand, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, if you regularly play drinking games, and you are not a freshman/sophmore in college, you are a loser. This includes beer pong, quarters, and whatever other lame-ass games people come with up to have an excuse to get so drunk that the next morning they cannot remember what happened the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, hookahs are not awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7243576939109205126?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7243576939109205126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7243576939109205126' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7243576939109205126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7243576939109205126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/booze-rant.html' title='Booze rant'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7990298635290289222</id><published>2008-07-11T17:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:28:14.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>InTree (like an "Intro" but about me, Tree).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It also sounds like "entry," which this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an almost-30 husband (to Kate), father (to Gabriel), student at UNF, weekend associate at Home Depot (in the Garden Dept), artist, thinker, dreamer, and all-around eclectic individual. Now that I've completely objectified myself, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea what to write because I am prone to writing anywhere between too much and everything. My interests in the written and visual arts have long been a defining portion of my life. I recently switched Bachelors programs, however, from Fine Art to Philosophy. At the most basic, if not ridiculous, level, one can thank my massive critical fascination with all three "Matrix" films for that one (not to mention gentle, constant prodding from my loving spouse who really does want the best for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read, write, draw, and play. My prized possessions include an endless supply of blank journals (my current favorite hailing from the Moleskine cultivar), fountain pens or G2 gel rollers retro-fitted with Mont Blanc refills properly cut down to fit, an old dingy sketchbook, a 1906 copy of an Edgar Allen Poe collection of poems and short stories, several various roleplaying game books (Changeling: the Dreaming, Mage: the Ascension, Hellboy, and Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons to name a few), various Star Wars toys (ships and figures) and my massive LEGO collection. These items do not constitute a complete list, nor do they define me; however, they go a fair distance towards enlightening one regarding what I may or may not be as a person. I think. Don't quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interest of full disclosure, as I see  may share some points in common with Quinn and Rob in this particular area, I spent seven years as a youth minister for several United Methodist churches in Indiana and Florida over the last eight years. I always assume that people believe they know things about me based on assumptions they have regarding paid church work or Christianity in general. It looks like that may not be an issue with the group we currently have here, but your assumptions may be wrong, nonetheless. I consider myself a Liberal Christian Humanist. Meaning, at it's most grossly-inaccurate level, I am an atheist and I believe in God. This has the wonderful effect of baffling and pissing off both Christians &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; atheists. Well, it makes sense to me. More on that as one wishes, feel free to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically, I'm a liberal's liberal with a libertarian streak. I don't know what else to write about that other than if an idea sounds like it came from The Left, I'm probably amenable to it. There are certainly exceptions to the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well.&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/1530172950506922994-7990298635290289222?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7990298635290289222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7990298635290289222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7990298635290289222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7990298635290289222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/intree-like-intro-but-about-me-tree.html' title='InTree (like an &quot;Intro&quot; but about me, Tree).'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02774043950889968803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/200/2132/640/240953.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3880261344512239524</id><published>2008-07-10T18:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:11:04.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Faith Off Limits?</title><content type='html'>I know that not all of us share the same faith if we have any faith at all, and even those of us that share one particular faith approach it in a variety of ways. However, I hope it is still a subject we can approach openly, honestly, and with no small amount of grace and patience with one another. If we would prefer to avoid this subject as their is very likely no consensus on it we can, but I think it should be part of our discussion. Any thoughts? If there is a green light I have some things weighing on me that I would like to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3880261344512239524?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3880261344512239524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3880261344512239524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3880261344512239524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3880261344512239524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-faith-off-limits.html' title='Is Faith Off Limits?'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2057434647183909677</id><published>2008-07-10T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:30:28.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK here's mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;KATE NEEDS&lt;/b&gt; HULA LESSONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate looks like&lt;/b&gt; she is a 2nd  head popping out of Lock's shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Does&lt;/b&gt; Filmography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate hates&lt;/b&gt; Bethel dances, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate hates&lt;/span&gt; feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KATE GOES TO&lt;/b&gt; DISNEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katie Loves&lt;/span&gt; Jack and Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate eats&lt;/span&gt; a crickette, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate eats&lt;/span&gt; souls not food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Has&lt;/b&gt; Koodies, &lt;b&gt;Kate has&lt;/b&gt;  many ugly  outfits, &lt;b&gt;Kate has&lt;/b&gt; some surprises, and &lt;b&gt;Kate Has&lt;/b&gt; Arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate will&lt;/b&gt; be able to spend her hard-earned cash as she desires, &lt;b&gt;Kate Will&lt;/b&gt; Never Let Go, &lt;b&gt;Kate Will&lt;/b&gt; kick your ass, and &lt;b&gt;Kate Will&lt;/b&gt; save your souls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2057434647183909677?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2057434647183909677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2057434647183909677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2057434647183909677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2057434647183909677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-heres-mine.html' title='OK here&apos;s mine'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566736292691795073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KiUOQOuK_BE/SHI6iAX1obI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jUD_1iu3-uc/S220/Kate.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-4309516340451227460</id><published>2008-07-10T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:34:29.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give it a go...</title><content type='html'>1. Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search: The &lt;b&gt;Rob&lt;/b&gt; Store The place to get all your &lt;b&gt;Rob needs&lt;/b&gt;. (yes even &lt;b&gt;Rob&lt;/b&gt; has &lt;b&gt;needs&lt;/b&gt;). The Item of the week is:. &lt;b&gt;Rob's&lt;/b&gt; Hardhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search: &lt;b&gt;Rob looks like&lt;/b&gt; a rock star in this picture. &lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Type in “[your name] does” in Google search: &lt;b&gt;rob does&lt;/b&gt; what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search: Black &lt;b&gt;Rob Hates&lt;/b&gt; birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Type in “[your name] goes to” in Google search:Black &lt;b&gt;Rob Goes&lt;/b&gt; Back to Prison (Who is this Black Rob character? Does his imprisonment have to do with violence against the hated birds?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google search: MySpace profile for &lt;b&gt;Rob&lt;/b&gt; [&lt;b&gt;Loves&lt;/b&gt; Hot Moms]™ with pictures, videos, personal blog, interests, information about me and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Type in “[your name] eats” in Google search: &lt;b&gt;Rob eats&lt;/b&gt; a DOZEN (12) raw eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Type in “[your name] has” in Google search: &lt;b&gt;rob has&lt;/b&gt; a great job at CASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Type in “[your name] will” in Google search: &lt;b&gt;Rob Will&lt;/b&gt; is an innocent man on Texas Death Row and an activist of the DRIVE movement which struggles for inmates human rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-4309516340451227460?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/4309516340451227460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=4309516340451227460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4309516340451227460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/4309516340451227460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-give-it-go.html' title='I&apos;ll give it a go...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3655761392094702532</id><published>2008-07-09T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:23:42.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Meme</title><content type='html'>Everyone should do this, it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search: Rachelle Needs - $2100 in Political Contributions for 2008 (apparently I'm running for office, sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search: Rachelle looks like she has a black eye or something (This actually does sounds like its about me and my accident prone past)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Type in “[your name] does” in Google search: Rachelle Does It Better (Nice...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search: Rachelle hates that name and swears it sounds like a type of contraception (apparently referring to a band called 'Day 26'?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Type in “[your name] goes to” in Google search:Rachelle goes to court in June or July (girls who share my name get in trouble...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google search: Rachelle loves to scrape ice off her car with a kitchen spat. (Umm...not really, this is why I live in Florida).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Type in “[your name] eats” in Google search: Rachelle eats the urchin (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Type in “[your name] has” in Google search: Rachelle has been thinking (Yes, yes she has)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Type in “[your name] will” in Google search: Rachelle will single-handedly bring down the Pats! (Single-handedly! I'm a powerful lady)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3655761392094702532?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3655761392094702532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3655761392094702532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3655761392094702532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3655761392094702532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-meme.html' title='Funny Meme'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-473659777877840523</id><published>2008-07-07T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:02:41.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Condo?</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to my parents' house for dinner and ended up spending the night because of the bad weather and the long drive back home. I crawled into the extra bed thinking of how I felt somewhat at ease, not too different than if I was at home in my own bed. When I was 19 and I moved into my own apartment, my parents' home stopped feeling like home, but my new apartment never started feeling like it. I was there a year, and then to another apartment for two years, another apartment for a year, a rented condo for a year, and now, another rented condo, still not feeling like home. I like my condo a lot, its small, but its all mine and I have it decorated to exactly my taste (as much as my budget will allow). Admittedly, it is incomplete; I need more art for the walls, and I don't want to go the trouble of painting just to repaint again when I move. But still, why don't I have that true feeling of being "home", feeling completely safe and relaxed? Is it because I have moved so much? Is it because I don't live there with my family (parents or spouse/kids)? Is it because I don't have knickknacks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I get that feeling of "home" back? When I buy an actual home, that is mine to paint however I like? When I find a partner and start my own family unit? When (and if) I have a child? When I stay in one place for more than five years? Or is that feeling of "home" something of childlike innocence that is forever gone? Or, to add a fun feminist twist, is this indicative of my patriarchal subconscious telling me that I should really secretely feel I should go from one man's house to another man's house? Nah, its probably just the knickknacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-473659777877840523?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/473659777877840523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=473659777877840523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/473659777877840523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/473659777877840523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-condo.html' title='Home Sweet Condo?'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6012914730775670023</id><published>2008-07-03T12:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:55:16.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean, You're a Great American</title><content type='html'>4th of July... enigmatic holiday, no? On one hand I love it. It reminds me of being a kid, going wherever, watching fireworks, etc. On the other hand, I have grown less and less comfortable with it (particularly during the 5 or so years I spent in the the Southern Baptist Church).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's a celebration of all of these weird things that I had nothing to do with. It's a celebration of patriotism, which has in the last 20 years or so come to mean those who will unblinkingly support America's consumerist culture and think whatever America does is right. I'm not with either of those things, yet I still love this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I can speak out against things I believe are unjust (even if I hate that injustice, at least in the last seven years, does not seem to have been on the decline). I love that Keith Olberman can tell the president to, "Shut the hell up," in a Special Comment without fear of going to jail (even though I worry that that may not be true in my children's America). I love that I can watch movies that deal with subject matter that would be illegal in other countries (even if I hate the way we blindly support movies that are simply asinine because of our need to see something else blown up). I love that we have the courage to put forward an African-American as a presidential nominee (even though I hate that ignorance has not died and his middle name is a bigger issue for some than his voting record, or fixing American foreign policy). I love that I can worship freely (even if I hate that some of the loudest voices in religious circles are the most hateful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoys their day off! I'll end with Langston Hughes, this poem really sums up how I feel about America:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let America be America Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let America be America again.&lt;br /&gt;      Let it be the dream it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;      Let it be the pioneer on the plain&lt;br /&gt;      Seeking a home where he himself is free.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;(America never was America to me.)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--&lt;br /&gt;      Let it be that great strong land of love&lt;br /&gt;      Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme&lt;br /&gt;      That any man be crushed by one above.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;(It never was America to me.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      O, let my land be a land where Liberty&lt;br /&gt;      Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,&lt;br /&gt;      But opportunity is real, and life is free,&lt;br /&gt;      Equality is in the air we breathe.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;(There's never been equality for me,&lt;br /&gt;      Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;      And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,&lt;br /&gt;      I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.&lt;br /&gt;      I am the red man driven from the land,&lt;br /&gt;      I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--&lt;br /&gt;      And finding only the same old stupid plan&lt;br /&gt;      Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      I am the young man, full of strength and hope,&lt;br /&gt;      Tangled in that ancient endless chain&lt;br /&gt;      Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!&lt;br /&gt;      Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!&lt;br /&gt;      Of work the men! Of take the pay!&lt;br /&gt;      Of owning everything for one's own greed!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.&lt;br /&gt;      I am the worker sold to the machine.&lt;br /&gt;      I am the Negro, servant to you all.&lt;br /&gt;      I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--&lt;br /&gt;      Hungry yet today despite the dream.&lt;br /&gt;      Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!&lt;br /&gt;      I am the man who never got ahead,&lt;br /&gt;      The poorest worker bartered through the years.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream&lt;br /&gt;      In the Old World while still a serf of kings,&lt;br /&gt;      Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,&lt;br /&gt;      That even yet its mighty daring sings&lt;br /&gt;      In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned&lt;br /&gt;      That's made America the land it has become.&lt;br /&gt;      O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas&lt;br /&gt;      In search of what I meant to be my home--&lt;br /&gt;      For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,&lt;br /&gt;      And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,&lt;br /&gt;      And torn from Black Africa's strand I came&lt;br /&gt;      To build a "homeland of the free."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;The free?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Who said the free?  Not me?&lt;br /&gt;      Surely not me?  The millions on relief today?&lt;br /&gt;      The millions shot down when we strike?&lt;br /&gt;      The millions who have nothing for our pay?&lt;br /&gt;      For all the dreams we've dreamed&lt;br /&gt;      And all the songs we've sung&lt;br /&gt;      And all the hopes we've held&lt;br /&gt;      And all the flags we've hung,&lt;br /&gt;      The millions who have nothing for our pay--&lt;br /&gt;      Except the dream that's almost dead today.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      O, let America be America again--&lt;br /&gt;      The land that never has been yet--&lt;br /&gt;      And yet must be--the land where &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; man is free.&lt;br /&gt;      The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--&lt;br /&gt;      Who made America,&lt;br /&gt;      Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,&lt;br /&gt;      Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;      Must bring back our mighty dream again.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--&lt;br /&gt;      The steel of freedom does not stain.&lt;br /&gt;      From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,&lt;br /&gt;      We must take back our land again,&lt;br /&gt;      America!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;O, yes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I say it plain,&lt;br /&gt;      America never was America to me,&lt;br /&gt;      And yet I swear this oath--&lt;br /&gt;      America will be!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,&lt;br /&gt;      The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,&lt;br /&gt;      We, the people, must redeem&lt;br /&gt;      The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.&lt;br /&gt;      The mountains and the endless plain--&lt;br /&gt;      All, all the stretch of these great green states--&lt;br /&gt;      And make America again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6012914730775670023?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6012914730775670023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6012914730775670023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6012914730775670023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6012914730775670023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/sean-youre-great-american.html' title='Sean, You&apos;re a Great American'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-5990132102931560076</id><published>2008-07-02T16:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:00:51.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum to "Angry"</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention one key thing about the damaging effects of pornography - its inherent, unapologetic racism. It is truly the "last frontier" for traditional racism. Modern racism exists in so many facets of daily life (that is tragic in an entirely different way - but I'll save that for another post), but traditional, more obvious racism is completely socially stigamatized. I just read &lt;a href="http://s100980402.onlinehome.us/porn.pdf"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article by Vednita Carter in which she compares pornography featuring African American women to slavery. I think it is a perfect metaphor; I won't get into the details of stereotypes here, but we all know them - and the harm they create. How does everyone riot against racism in everyday life, but in porn it is simply "part and parsel"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the bigger question - enough lamenting the problem, what is the solution? Not to get rid of it from society, that is most likely impossible, but for those (female and male) whose sexuality has been shaped by pornography, but now want to change that- "how to"? Is it possible to in some way "re-mold" your subconscious? I like what Rob said about making a conscious choice every day to not view his wife in "the depraved mindset of pornography". Is that the solution? To fight it consciously day by day? As a woman with very little knowledge of porn, I have had certain experiences with men in the past that have left me baffled. And now, after reading accounts of pornography in these essays, it all makes sense!! So, without even viewing porn, my sexuality has been shaped by it - I can't imagine the minds of the men who were raised on it. How do we even know if "we like what we like cause we like it"? Or if we like what we like because we were taught that is what we are supposed to like? What do I really like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that if you eliminate the attitudes and expectations that porn creates from your life, then there is a chance for true intimacy....but how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5990132102931560076?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5990132102931560076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5990132102931560076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5990132102931560076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5990132102931560076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/addendum-to-angry.html' title='Addendum to &quot;Angry&quot;'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7716582961682505788</id><published>2008-07-02T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:18:15.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Waits Concert</title><content type='html'>So Rob and I had the privilege of attending the Tom Waits concert in Jacksonville last night.  It was the most &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt; concert experience I think either of us has ever had.  In fact, it would be more accurately described as a theatrical performance than a concert.  Let me attempt to paint a picture for you.  First, imagine that you had a slightly eccentric grandfather, who for the last half-century has collected both a conglomeration of random musical instruments as well as the horn portions of twenty or so P.A. speakers.  Dig all of these items out of your grandfather's dusty closets and scatter them over a stage, and you are beginning to see Tom Waits' concert set-up.  The P.A. speakers (merely for decoration) were hung like a backdrop.  Tom stood front and center on a circular platform made to look like old floor boards.  Tom himself is this bizzar caricature of a man, dressed in a black suit, with a black Derby-style hat.  His emaciated frame is made even more awkward by the unnatural mannerisms and gestures of his limbs, particularly his long bony fingers.  To top it all off, Tom wears these Frankenstein-ish boots, which he uses to stomp on the floor boards, releasing fog from a hidden fog machine, looking like dust rising up and circling around his feet.  Also on his platform are several random instruments, including a bell similar to the one used to signal the start of a round of boxing that Tom controlls by stomping on.  Tom's circular stage is surrounded by five other musicians and their own pods of instruments.  To the left was the drummer, surrounded by nearly every type of percussive instrument you can think of.  To the right of him, and slightly behind Tom Waits, was the upright bass player.  He is the only musician who stuck with the same instrument the whole show through.  To the right of the bassist was the guitar player, and then the keyboard player.  And to the front right of the stage was the "reed player" who had a variety of saxaphones and clarinets.  As if all of the musicians were not phenominal enough already, the reed player often played TWO saxaphones at once.  It was outrageous. &lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, Tom Waits is like a caricature.  It's hard to think of him as "real."  His voice is a mix of Kermit the Frog and Scuttle the Seagull (from Little Mermaid)... but drunk.  The heavy, dark sounds of the music, mixed with the crazy stage and perfectly choreographed lighting, causes the whole performance to make you feel as though you are watching Moulan Rouge.  I could go on, but it really wouldn't do enough justice.  Rob may have more to say.  If you have not heard Tom Waits' music before, please look him up (although I would not recommend buying an album until you know what you're getting yourself into).  A great song to give you a good idea of his style is "Little Drop of Poison".  This sounds like a very Reading Rainbow way of ending this post ("Don't take my word for it!").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7716582961682505788?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7716582961682505788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7716582961682505788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7716582961682505788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7716582961682505788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/tom-waits-concert.html' title='Tom Waits Concert'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634604157708390845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ILdzfzv_Ww/TXgXpA7-RII/AAAAAAAAADo/tvtBKgE4vTg/s220/DSC_0023%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-185436720553324855</id><published>2008-07-02T11:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:46:05.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally here!</title><content type='html'>After some slight chaos and confusion over getting me connected to this blog, I am finally here.  So I guess I should start with an introduction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Meg, wife to Rob, and friend to Quinn &amp;amp; Shelly.  Also, as a point of interest, Rachelle and I were in first grade together, and then later wound up at the same private high school.  (Hi Kate... I've never met you!)  Hopefully she doesn't mind, but here's a funny story that I remember about Rachelle from first grade.  I'm not sure if she will remember it, or even if the details are accurate, but the short version of the story is that Rachelle tried to convince me for about a month in first grade that she had talked her mom into letting her legally change her name.  I don't even remember what the name was that Rachelle had picked... it's just that looking back, that seems really funny to me.  Anyway, back to my introduction.  I am a third grade teacher (and as such will speak far less eloquently on this blog than the rest of you, who all seem to have a much better education in great literature than I do).  Rob and I have been married for nearly two years, which is hands-down the best part of my life.  We do college ministry at our church.  I love photography and just recently taught a digital photography camp for a group of third through sixth graders.  Within the last year, I have begun playing the upright bass, which is something I have wanted to do for quite some time.  Rob and I just bought a Wii about two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was the really choppy version of the current events of my life.  Here's a little background info.  I grew up in Jacksonville, attending the same church for my first 18 years.  I went to a public elementary school, but then found myself from 6th grade through 12th grade at the same private school that both Quinn and Rachelle attended.  The education I received there, academically speaking, was probably less than it could have been, with the exception of Mrs. Petersen's English.  She (along with my elementary school "Gifted" teacher, Mrs. Godfrey) is the reason I can write a pretty impressive research paper.  And, unlike Quinn, Mrs. Petersen did succeed in making me into a grammar freak.  My last two years of high school were quite busy, as I spent much of my time at the community college taking "dual enrollment" classes.  After graduating high school, I moved to beautiful St. Augustine to attend Flagler College.  I lived two years in the dorms, and two years off campus in a house FULL of girls (and one bathroom).  I started off majoring in Deaf Education, but later switched strictly to Elementary Education.  I am, however, relatively fluent in Sign Language.  I met Rob during the time that I lived in the house with all the girls.  The short version of the Rob and Meg story is that I knew his parents long before I knew him.  Unknown to me at the time, they had spoken to Rob (who was living in Orlando and dating someone) and told him that there was a girl in St. Augustine (me) that they wanted him to meet.  A few months later, Rob moved back to St. Augustine.  We met and started hanging out, without his parents ever telling him that I was "the girl."  We hit it off pretty quickly, dated for a year and four months, got engaged, and four months later we were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much brings everyone up to date.  I will now entertain questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-185436720553324855?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/185436720553324855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=185436720553324855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/185436720553324855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/185436720553324855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-finally-here.html' title='I&apos;m finally here!'/><author><name>Meg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00634604157708390845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ILdzfzv_Ww/TXgXpA7-RII/AAAAAAAAADo/tvtBKgE4vTg/s220/DSC_0023%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-5107812834727103151</id><published>2008-07-02T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:26:50.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 6 and half cents (adjusted for inflation)...</title><content type='html'>I am surprised and pleased that the topic of pornography has come up so early. As someone who has, and I guess always will, really battled pornography addiction, I must say that that I agree with Kate and Rachelle's points. I also think that the issue of pornography is one that has far too many facets to adequately discuss from just one perspective. Quinn has made some valid points, not in defense of pornography, but in defense of speech and media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinions on these matters come from a place of personal experience and religious belief. I am aware that some of the things I am going to say will not find their affirmation here. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pornography has always existed. As long as art, in it's varied forms, has been around there have been works of a sexually explicit nature. Freud would probably argue that sex, being the necessity for procreation, is somehow connected to our inherent evolutionary will to self-preservation. It has therefor been the cheif interest of mankind throughout history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, the discovery of pornography around 12 was the beginning of a long addiction that certainly poisoned the way that I view sex and the way I view women. It started as just curiousity. However, watching others have sex became a frank education on sex that I was not getting elsewhere. It was a flawed and degrading eduction, at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, through some trusted friends, I began to seek some help on dealing with pornography. I believe that there are certain ways that I think that have been forever changed by the years of viewing pornography. In my marriage, I have to fight everyday to view my wife as God would call me to and not as the depraved mindset of pornography would lead me to. It is something that I have seen a lot of progress in, and still there are things that will come up that make me realize how much of my thinking is a result of the years of porn. I believe that the positive change that has happened for me since college has been a result of God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all my story in order to say a few things. Pornography is a part of our culture that is damaging in many ways, and most of them towards young adults for whom it becomes sex ed. The first way to fight this trend is much more elaborate, open, and frank sexual education starting at earlier levels. I say that also recognizing that education is not the shot in the arm that will make pornography go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the nature of the internet, it is easier for me to go find sexually explicit videos than it is for me to find my cellphone bill. If Freud is right, then pornography will continue to grow in popularity and cultural influence simply because of the fact that, at our most human levels, we will always seek it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reality that the nature of open media sharing is going to force us into is wether or not we are really serious about freedom of speech. I think we have to be serious about it. I say that as someone who has personally suffered some of the worst things about pornography. We can use the freedom we have to better educate others about the dangers of pornography, but if we become supporters of censorship, then the message is lost to an argument we can not win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pilot episode of my all-time favorite show, there is this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;"If my son can go to any street corner and buy pornography for $5, isn't that too high a price to pay for free speech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all, though $5 is too high a price to pay for pornography."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. Pornography is part of human culture and it will always be present. What we choose to do in light of that is what makes us free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this entry, I wanted to add one more thought. Pornography is typically not degrading towards men. In most cases, it makes sex about power over women more than attraction to them. The reason I mention this is because my views, even those just stated, are not going to reflect a women's viewpoint on the topic. Considering the fact that it is women who are normally the victims of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse as a result of pornography's influence and it's business, it would be wrong of me to assume that my viewpoint covers all the issues involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would encourage more dialouge like that of Kate and Rachelle's. Women need to speak out on these issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-5107812834727103151?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/5107812834727103151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=5107812834727103151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5107812834727103151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/5107812834727103151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-6-and-half-cents-adjusted-for.html' title='My 6 and half cents (adjusted for inflation)...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7004495828587938311</id><published>2008-07-01T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:39:49.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarianism vs. Me</title><content type='html'>So here's the deal. I would like to be a vegetarian. this is true for a number of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ethics - I have some serious ethical issues with the food industry. It's pretty well documented that meat production is pretty incredibly cruel. Also, I realize that eating lots of meat is not good for the environment or a sustainable global economy. My issues are not with eating meat per se, but with everything that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Health - I would be tons healthier (and tons lighter) if I could give up meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Convenience - My wife is a vegetarian, and it would make shopping/cooking much simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being true... I cannot do it. I've tried, I get grumpy, and I cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelle, did you have any issues like that when you decided to become a vegetarian? Shelly didn't, but she wasn't a big meat eater to begin with. The decision I've come to for now is that I will eat less meat, and work toward none. I think that'd be easier than quitting cold turkey... so to speak :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7004495828587938311?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7004495828587938311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7004495828587938311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7004495828587938311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7004495828587938311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/vegetarianism-vs-me.html' title='Vegetarianism vs. Me'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-585902162671410078</id><published>2008-07-01T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:14:17.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, You Gotta Try This</title><content type='html'>To demonstrate how interesting Wordle is, I have wordled this blog so far: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/45922/Just_to_Fill_the_Space" title="Wordle: Just to Fill the Space"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/45922/Just_to_Fill_the_Space" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-585902162671410078?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/585902162671410078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=585902162671410078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/585902162671410078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/585902162671410078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/seriously-you-gotta-try-this.html' title='Seriously, You Gotta Try This'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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-1530172950506922994.post-1594196386126047606</id><published>2008-07-01T09:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:50:01.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Awareness</title><content type='html'>Thanks for posting this, Rachelle.  I think the more we can bring this conversation into the open, the more people are able to really examine the ways in which they have been indoctrinated into a culture that says not only that the dehumanization of women is OK, but that it is actually the ultimate sign of liberation for a woman to demean herself thus.  I find it telling that  pornography is the only remaining product of a capitalist, consumerist culture that self-proclaimed liberals refuse to criticize and often defend.  What is it about porn allows it to have this kind of control over the minds of intelligent people?  There is no outrage, there is no backlash when someone criticizes the problem of obesity propagated by the fast food industry.  No one balks at criticism of racial hatred bred by fear-mongers. Why are people so eager to defend misogyny that is spoon-fed to them by a culture backed by the porn industry that makes billions on the sale of human bodies? Why is this not a civil rights issue?  Why is this not a social justice issue?  Why is this not even a public health issue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-1594196386126047606?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1594196386126047606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=1594196386126047606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1594196386126047606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1594196386126047606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/07/anger-awareness.html' title='Anger Awareness'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566736292691795073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KiUOQOuK_BE/SHI6iAX1obI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jUD_1iu3-uc/S220/Kate.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-1343300129193554938</id><published>2008-06-30T13:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:16:18.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are now three angry girls</title><content type='html'>As of today, I am officially changing camps. In most issues in life, I have a very "live and let live" attitude. This has previously been my attitude towards pornography; its not my cup of tea, but whatever two consenting adults want to do in the privacy of their home...yada yada. I can thank Kate for my conversion - she got me started thinking and gave me some very interesting reading materials, including &lt;a href="http://www.oneangrygirl.net/"&gt;One Angry Girl's&lt;/a&gt; FAQ, a slide show from &lt;a href="http://www.stoppornculture.org/home.html"&gt;Stop Porn Culture&lt;/a&gt;, and the most convincing and well-written piece- an article written by Robert Jensen titled &lt;a href="http://uts.cc.utexas.edu/%7Erjensen/freelance/justprudes.htm"&gt;"Men Confront Pornography"&lt;/a&gt;. It almost made me not want to write this blog post because I can in no way say things as elegantly as he does - but yet I trudge on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we know how right-wing conservatives and the moral police feel about pornography, but feminists are split down the middle, those who are pro-porn because they claim it allows women to fully embrace and control their sexuality, and those who are anti-porn because they claim that porn by its very nature is oppressive and degrading. I have come to agree with the latter and I will try to explain why as succinctly as possible. First, very, very few women choose to do porn of their own free will. Many were sexually abused or raped as children or young women (including the two most famous porn "stars"- Traci Lords and Jenna Jameson), some are drug addicted, and some are simply socialized in a culture that teaches women that their only value lies in their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my policy in the past has just been to ignore porn's existence, but I am finding that this is impossible. It pervades every area of our culture; how can a young boy exposed to pornography as his sexuality is solidifying not carry these ideas pounded into his subconscious into his treatment of women? Research shows that after viewing pornography, "men are more likely to report decreased empathy for rape victims, decreased sexual interest in their girlfriends or wives, and increased interest in coercing partners into unwanted sex acts". One study done found that pornography increased aggression in men so much that it cannot be repeated for ethical reasons. The most dangerous part is the way it slips into our culture in seemingly innocuous ways, think the "E" network's "Girls Next Door". A show that, I admit, I have watched; what's not to love about three beautiful fun-loving girls who just happen to also make porn? A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think porn should be outlawed - I love the First Amendment. I must admit, I borrow from Kate here - &lt;u&gt;people just need to be made AWARE &lt;/u&gt;. Aware that porn is powerful and its influence is widespread and spreading, aware that if you watch porn you are a john, aware that every woman in a porn film is real person and is someone's daughter or sister. That's the part that really got to me. I was reading Jensen's article in which he describes a very graphic sex scene common in pornography and then talks about what happens when the cameras are off; he really forces you to see the woman as person, to think of her as your child or your friend and then I realized that I, as a woman, had dehumanized this woman without even realizing it. "She's not a woman like I am a woman - she's a slutty, worthless non-woman". Then it hit me, and I almost cried. Being constantly counter-culture is hard, but its even harder to realize you aren't doing a good enough job of fighting this culture of fear and misogyny and these attitutes big corporations are trying to sell have creeped into your subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not right to make someone else suffer for your own fantasy. Its not right to enjoy the subjugation of a woman in a fictional way because regardless of what you may think, it impacts you and you then carry this into real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not right for me to ignore it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-1343300129193554938?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1343300129193554938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=1343300129193554938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1343300129193554938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1343300129193554938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/pornography-codes-how-to-look-at-women.html' title='There are now three angry girls'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-8186099869847466387</id><published>2008-06-30T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:26:00.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Waste Some Time?</title><content type='html'>Try &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net"&gt;Wordle&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-8186099869847466387?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/8186099869847466387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=8186099869847466387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8186099869847466387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/8186099869847466387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanna-waste-some-time.html' title='Wanna Waste Some Time?'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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-1530172950506922994.post-299440458144073885</id><published>2008-06-28T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:12:31.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>What a fantastic day! It was the first time I felt relaxed in probably a month. Shelly and I went with Rob and Meg and tubed down the river. Which, I gotta be honest, isn't the first way I'd pick to spend a day off, but it was perfect! Cold water, warm sun, scaring Shelly with various pieces of grass, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to do, nothing to plan, not even anything to worry about planning. That is very unusual for my job. I love my job, but it typically seems to be a seven day a week deal, so today was amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-299440458144073885?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/299440458144073885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=299440458144073885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/299440458144073885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/299440458144073885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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-1530172950506922994.post-2578109374263889399</id><published>2008-06-27T16:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:03:12.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity in Unity</title><content type='html'>About damn time. I swear we tried to give this election away. The latest polls show Obama doing much better with former Clinton supporters than a month ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an interesting article on the Daily Kos the other day. The left wing of the party is starting to talk very seriously about holding right-leaning Democrats accountable in the near future (doing things like going after the Blue Dogs in their primaries). I appreciate that point of view, if someone votes 95% of the time like a Republican, why is to the advantage of the Democratic Party having them on board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, after the last 8 years, I don't know that I can get behind any drive for some sort of liberal puritanism! Keeping in mind I don't want to trade a bunch of Republicans that are slaves to corporate interests for a bunch of Democrats that are slaves to corporate interests. But can't we at least get through the fall before trying to sever the party again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2578109374263889399?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2578109374263889399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2578109374263889399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2578109374263889399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2578109374263889399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/unity-in-unity.html' title='Unity in Unity'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-1092735770019474965</id><published>2008-06-27T11:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:50:40.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A soapbox fit with a touret...</title><content type='html'>Something that you must know about me before I begin this post; I am a pragmatist. Why do I mention this? Because I want you to know that I realize that there will always be crime. People are depraved. If guns were eliminated in the U.S., it would only lead to a pretty drastic increase in knife-related deaths. However, being the pragmatist that I am, I am still floored by the reality that the while the populations of England, France, Germany, Japan, Sweden, Denmark, and Australia add up to roughly the population of the U.S., they have only 10% of our gun-related deaths. Is this because they are less violent, less depraved, less homicidal people? Or is this because guns are outlawed for private ownership?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not making an argument for gun illegality. As the well known statement goes, "If guns are criminalized, only criminals children will accidentally shoot themselves in the face." That may not be it, but it is something like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns are out there and they are a part of our culture, that isn't going to change. However, stricter regulation of guns and their sale must be put in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, the supreme court ruled against the District of Columbia's handgun ban. This ruling, 5-4 along party lines, means that a ban that has dramatically reduced gun deaths within one of the most crime-heavy metropolitan areas of the U.S. is not null and void. While that seems ridiculous, the worst part is how fundamentally that the supreme court perverted the second amendment to arrive at such a conclusion. Gun ownership is legal in the U.S. for one reason and one reason alone, for the purpose of a WELL-REGULATED MILITIA. Not my words, but those of the framers of the constitution. I don't believe that hunting, recreation, or family heirlooms are mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am just ranting now, so I will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about all this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-1092735770019474965?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/1092735770019474965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=1092735770019474965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1092735770019474965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/1092735770019474965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/soapbox-fit-with-touret.html' title='A soapbox fit with a touret...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7871133735981160396</id><published>2008-06-26T12:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:43:21.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>Welcome and Hello good friends of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;. Allow myself to introduce.... myself. I am Rob, a late-twenties husband, friend, brother, son, uncle, music lover, liberal, and Christian. I am a college minister at a Southern Baptist Church in St. Augustine, Florida, where I live with my wife, Meg. I am hoping that Meg will also begin writing here, so I will let her introduce herself on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that interest me. I went to film school for two years before playing a game I like to call musical majors. This game does not involve majoring in music, but rather changing majors every semester for another two years. As far as college goes, all you need to know is that I attended the University of Central Florida (GO KNIGHTS!) and I have yet to go back to finish my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an avid reader, though lately that means little more than a weekly Time magazine and about a hundred blogs. I love music and play many an instrument. I am passionate about theology and the quest to see God for all He is, rather than all we make him out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Quinn through my wife and I am sure as different topics come up we will be sounding boards for each others view points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;licence&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; and my picture looks bad as a result of needing a shave and a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more about me and my thoughts, checkout &lt;a href="http://captainrandom.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CaptainRandom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is great to meet you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7871133735981160396?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7871133735981160396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7871133735981160396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7871133735981160396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7871133735981160396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09064048823716113432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/dancingrob/01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-6102178677663251708</id><published>2008-06-26T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:57:26.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction number three</title><content type='html'>I'm Kate.  I have a BA in English, an MA in English, two tenths of an MA in philosophy, and a PhD in Literary Theory/Rhetoric and Composition looming in the near(er) future.  My academic background is a hodge-podge of later British, American and world literature that circle around my love of theory/philosophy, with film studies, women's studies, psychology, evolutionary biology, theology, linguistics, French, and Spanish thrown in for good measure.  I teach composition and literature to undergraduates who (usually) couldn't care less if they learn either let alone if they learn to string together a sentence that is both meaningful and devoid of error. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not reading, writing, or grading, I like to practice ballet and yoga and I pretend I like to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a charming, chaotic family of one husband, one four-year-old son, four cats, and a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-6102178677663251708?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/6102178677663251708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=6102178677663251708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6102178677663251708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/6102178677663251708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/introduction-number-three.html' title='Introduction number three'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12566736292691795073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KiUOQOuK_BE/SHI6iAX1obI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jUD_1iu3-uc/S220/Kate.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-830150546919977176</id><published>2008-06-25T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:14:08.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perks of Being a Wallflower</title><content type='html'>I've heard from a dozen people or so that I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/span&gt;. I just finished the book, and I gotta say, I was kinda let down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy about the diary (ok, it's not technically a diary) format. I feel like it's kind of lazy. It allows for easy, unnatural breaks in the story's flow, and I'm just not a fan. Secondly, the writing itself wasn't great. I think that in a lot of ways this is connected to the informal diary (letter) style. "Of course the sentences are choppy, it's a freaking anonymous letter!" However, I don't read novels to read choppy sentences. I have no examples right this second (I literally just finished the book). I also found the name-checking of famous novels (many about alienation) to be kind of obvious and annoying. I especially was annoyed by some of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt; references. We get it, Charlie is a lot like Holden, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we really do&lt;/span&gt;. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, I didn't hate the book. I found Charlie endearing and interesting, if annoying. I resonated with a lot of the things he said (not in a very deep way, just in a, "yeah, I get that" kinda way). I have felt infinite, I have felt different, I have cried for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I would give the book a 3 out of 5. It had some promise, and I would have really loved to see the subject matter in a more capable author's hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-830150546919977176?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/830150546919977176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=830150546919977176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/830150546919977176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/830150546919977176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/perks-of-being-wallflower.html' title='The Perks of Being a Wallflower'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-2845440221253525465</id><published>2008-06-24T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:14:35.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'll Go Now</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Quinn. I am 24, married to Shelly for 3 years. We have a non-adorable (actually quite aggravating) chihuahua. I dislike him because he is a jerk. I use parentheses all the time. Sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a BA in English, I concentrated my studies on Southern and Post-colonial literature (I'm also interested in a smaller degree in post-modern literatur). No, I don't know what I'm going to do with that degree, thank you very much. No, that degree doesn't mean I'm a grammar-nazi or a good speller. I plan on starting back in the grad program in the fall, though I'm not all that concerned about finishing. I just miss the class room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a youth director at an Episcopal Church, but other than that, I'll probably stay fairly quiet about my job so as to not call unnecessary attention to myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy books (Faulkner, Morrison, etc.), movies (anything different and interesting), politics (I'm the most liberal guy I know), and music (quite eclectic in taste, but I listen to more NPR nowadays than I care to admit). I guess those are the basics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-2845440221253525465?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/2845440221253525465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=2845440221253525465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2845440221253525465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/2845440221253525465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-ill-go-now.html' title='Ok, I&apos;ll Go Now'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-3420446433447920780</id><published>2008-06-24T16:51:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:40:19.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'll be first</title><content type='html'>Hello all, my name is Rachelle. I have my B.S. in Psychology with minors in English and Linguistics. I am currently a grad student in psychology; my research focus is on social justice. To support my growing addiction to academia, I teach English at the college level.  I'm also a certified yoga instructor. I was raised by a very conservative family and tragically somehow still turned out a bleeding heart liberal and a feminist (gasp!). To top it all off I am a vegetarian (okay, pescatarian) and atheist (well maybe agnostic). I'm single and I live with two adorable trouble making dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-3420446433447920780?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/3420446433447920780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=3420446433447920780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3420446433447920780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/3420446433447920780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/introducing-mwah.html' title='Okay, I&apos;ll be first'/><author><name>Evel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYNziR_YhTM/ShGT6GZPydI/AAAAAAAAANM/RiXiRDUqJW8/S220/mt1133616038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530172950506922994.post-7418599486557251938</id><published>2008-06-24T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:54:40.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions?</title><content type='html'>Granting this blog will change, should we introduce ourselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me... I don't normally go first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530172950506922994-7418599486557251938?l=justtofillthespace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/feeds/7418599486557251938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530172950506922994&amp;postID=7418599486557251938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7418599486557251938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530172950506922994/posts/default/7418599486557251938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justtofillthespace.blogspot.com/2008/06/introductions.html' title='Introductions?'/><author><name>Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05579864271996754121</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>
