<?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-4868721313822312527</id><updated>2011-08-18T01:59:48.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-5049304629045259457</id><published>2009-07-20T22:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:54:44.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the ugly side of humanity</title><content type='html'>"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness." --the Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rare glimpse for me into the darker side of life. The side where it's ok to scream obscenities as loud as you can. The side where emotions can be left unchecked and actions can be reckless. The side where violence is always the answer. Ok I'm definitely overly dramatizing the situation, but the whole thing was surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped onto the bus this afternoon after work I was met with two ladies in their mid-forties at least, screaming and cursing each other out. I scooted past and took a seat, but soon enough the screaming turned to violence. Hair was being pulled, arms were being punched, skin was being clawed...I contemplated letting the scene play out, but decided it best to step in before someone was truly hurt. So I got in between the two cougars with their claws out and tried my best to separate the two. In the kerfuffle I took an unintentional shot to the head which was the last straw for me. I yelled STOP loud enough to startle both on them momentarily, which was long enough for me to push them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what started the argument, but I stopped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yrsra.ca/images/BD06990_%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 162px;" src="http://www.yrsra.ca/images/BD06990_%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-5049304629045259457?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/5049304629045259457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=5049304629045259457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/5049304629045259457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/5049304629045259457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeing-ugly-side-of-humanity.html' title='Seeing the ugly side of humanity'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-621020879211696160</id><published>2009-07-08T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:28:36.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangster's Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reallygoodfriend.com/images/John_Dillinger_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.reallygoodfriend.com/images/John_Dillinger_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie Public Enemies last night. With it's star studded cast and intriguing subject matter, this movie had SO much potential, but instead was rather long and slow. Sadness. John Dillinger did live in an apartment just down the street, on Grand and Lexington, from where I live and one of the shootouts that took place there was displayed in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give the movie a hearty "Meh!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-621020879211696160?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/621020879211696160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=621020879211696160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/621020879211696160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/621020879211696160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2009/07/gangsters-paradise.html' title='Gangster&apos;s Paradise'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-7556525164127878369</id><published>2009-07-05T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:28:35.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New music!!</title><content type='html'>I've added a bunch of new music to my playlist, so check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/SlFvLKpQpII/AAAAAAAAAME/aiqZCikdIW8/s1600-h/puddin-cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/SlFvLKpQpII/AAAAAAAAAME/aiqZCikdIW8/s320/puddin-cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355183669546886274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to get back into this blogging thing again. I always have random / mundane things I want to share with people, but nobody to share them with, so I turn back to you, the internet. I'm sure all of my faithful readers have fallen to the wayside by now, but if anyone still checks this thing make sure to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, what's new with me. In the winter after the marathon, I succumbed to slothfulness and stopped running cold turkey. The effects were not pretty. I ballooned to nearly 285 lbs, developed knee problems, and of course my clothes didn't fit well. There are many factors which led to the realization that I needed to change things. The past 2 months have shown the effects of that change. I'm now back to running almost daily, eating better**, and have so far shed 35 lbs, with another 40-50 to go. I am going to enter the lottery for the Twin Cities 10-mile tomorrow so I have some sort of goal to work towards other than weight loss. But weight loss is a primary goal. Here's hoping I can keep it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I mentioned that I've been eating better, and in general I have, but the past few weeks at least I've had zero appetite. Each meal time I've have to force myself to east something, and even then my stomach is fighting back. I never feel like throwing up, but my stomach is always giving me the message that it's full.  I've gone days with eating nothing or very little.  Today for example was a good day. I ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast and a chicken breast and green beans for dinner. That's not a lot of food, but it's more than I've been able to put down in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-7556525164127878369?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/7556525164127878369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=7556525164127878369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7556525164127878369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7556525164127878369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-music.html' title='New music!!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/SlFvLKpQpII/AAAAAAAAAME/aiqZCikdIW8/s72-c/puddin-cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-4966011619175952010</id><published>2008-11-19T15:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:16:48.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello my friends!</title><content type='html'>So I originally came back to this page to listen and update my music, but decided I could pull myself out of blogging hiatus and write something. So....where to begin. I last updated in June eh? I can't even remember that far back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, I started a new job at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UofM&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NTS&lt;/span&gt; (Network and Telecommunication Services). My primary job is phone support, but half the day is spent writing technical documents and assisting with walk-in support. It's very nice to be back in academia, and I made it back just in time. There's currently a university-wide hiring "pause". But things are much slower paces and "results oriented" here rather than at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RBC&lt;/span&gt; where everything was very "numbers oriented", which is understandable since it is a financial institution. It was a slight pay-cut coming here, but the benefits and room for growth far outweigh the difference in pay. It was a good move. High five to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, I completed my first and only marathon of my life; the Twin Cities &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marathon&lt;/span&gt;! It was a cold, wet and rather miserable day, but wow what an experience! A few of the moments that really stuck out for me were first, running past the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Basilica&lt;/span&gt; of St. Mary and they had all of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; bells ringing and people cheering. It was SO loud and gave me goosebumps and I bounced past. Second of course was rounding the corner by the Cathedral of St. Paul and finally seeing the finish line and the massive American flag floating over the top. My goal for the marathon was to finish and I achieved that goal, but I greatly underestimated the race as a whole. The last 4 miles of the course and the subsequent 3 days were the most painful experienced of my life. I hit mile 22 and my body essentially shut down. Every step was a struggle as my back, legs and feet screamed at me to stop. But I pushed on. I don't remember my exact time, it wasn't good in runners terms I know, but I'm proud of the accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, the evening after and the following 3 days were absolutely horrible on the pain scale. I was forced to shuffle everywhere I went as my legs and feet were so sore and tight. I read a rather lengthy article in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mens&lt;/span&gt; Health not too long after which talked about how much damage marathons do to your body, which is the main reason I'm never going to do another one. That's not meant to discourage anyone who's looking to do one, in fact, I highly recommend doing one just for the experience, but don't do it for the exercise. The marathon training is the part that's good for you. The event itself is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/SSSQLdGnmVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RimojSheZ_Q/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/SSSQLdGnmVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RimojSheZ_Q/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270495990395672914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-4966011619175952010?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/4966011619175952010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=4966011619175952010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/4966011619175952010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/4966011619175952010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-my-friends.html' title='Hello my friends!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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/_QH6mPUEUUcI/SSSQLdGnmVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RimojSheZ_Q/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-6148895226612974040</id><published>2008-06-21T00:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:08:50.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6/19  - 2.65mi , 9'28"/mi, 511 cal&lt;br /&gt;6/20 - 3.87mi ,  9'06"/mi, 746 cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend of drum corps ahead. Might get a run in tomorrow evening depending on when I get home, but most likely won't get another run in until Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-6148895226612974040?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/6148895226612974040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=6148895226612974040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6148895226612974040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6148895226612974040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/06/619-2.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-468561756605246389</id><published>2008-06-17T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:35:12.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2?? Crap...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so a couple posts ago I declared that my marathon training had begun and I'd be posting frequent updates with my runs and weight loss etc.  Apparently I'm a complete liar! I obviously haven't updated in awhile and the marathon training? Horrible! I've been running sporadically at best.  A couple runs here and there, but nothing consistent.  The motivation just wasn't there. I'd get home from work and decide the weather was too crappy for running or last week I worked nights so it was too late to run by the time I got home. What?? No. Those are all rediculous excuses!&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully over the last few days some events have occured which have really spurred the motivation. Last Thurday I was getting ready for work and tossed on a nice pair of black dress pants only to bend over to tie my shoes and rip the pants wide open. Not much is more humbling than demolishing one of your few remaining pairs of dress pants and not having much else to wear because half of the ones you own don't fit anymore. So with the combination of that and actually having to go clothes shopping last week and buy pants one size larger it really hit home that I need to get my butt in gear. The other event that occurred over the weekend that has really been helpful to me is that it finally feels like summer outside! I feel SO good when I get back from a run and I am completely drenched in sweat. I really feel like I've accomplished something. I don't get that same accomplished feeling when it's cool and I hardly sweat. Maybe a little weird. Bring on the 90's already!! So with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/16 - 2.69mi , 8'49"/mi , 517cal&lt;br /&gt;6/17 - 2.65mi,  8'37"/mi , 511cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these runs aren't long, but due to my slothfulness I have to start my training program from square one. The bright part about todays run is that it was my best cumulative pace for a run, even including the runs from running frenzy two years ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-468561756605246389?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/468561756605246389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=468561756605246389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/468561756605246389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/468561756605246389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-2-crap.html' title='Day 2?? Crap...'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-9152102728686092204</id><published>2008-05-08T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:01:11.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm not sure how much I've run this week since I was poor at keeping track. But TODAY I ran 8 miles!! Yeesh! That's a long run! I hit my first wall at around the 4 1/2 mile mark and another at about mile 6 1/2, but I finished strong. I was able to keep my average at around 9'30" per mile too, which is awesome. I still have a long ways to go however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in: 252.2      Progress!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-9152102728686092204?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/9152102728686092204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=9152102728686092204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/9152102728686092204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/9152102728686092204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-im-not-sure-how-much-ive-run-this.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-7861358346227480831</id><published>2008-04-29T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:32:56.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day</title><content type='html'>Ok so do you all remember wayyyy back to my last post when I was talking about my trip to Rome? Well, it's cancelled. As much as I REALLY want to go, my employment is very week to week at this point and I don't know what the future holds. So I decided to postpone that trip for now. Who knows, maybe if things look more secure in the coming months I'll re-book it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, after tomorrow I'll have officially gone one full month as a vegetarian. A vegetarian you say? Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Why?? Well, it wasn't a moral objection, nor do I intend in staying a vegetarian, far from it. In fact I've already talked with some friends and we're going out for steak on Thursday night in celebration. For me, this experience was a simple test of willpower. I'll admit it wasn't always easy, but it was much easier accomplished than I figured it would be. Really, to be a vegetarian you don't always have to eat a salad or even vegetables for that fact. Hell, you don't even need to be healthy. Pasta! Beans! Fruit! Cheese! (I didn't go vegan) There are plenty of options out there. And let me tell you a little secret, those Boca spicy chicken patties are amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the biggest news item of this update, in a rather impulsive decision (much like buying a Wii a couple weeks ago) I signed up for the Twin Cities marathon. A marathon??!! Yeah I know. For someone who's only run a few 5k's, a marathon is a HUGE step. But I'm committed to this. As a result of this, this blog is going to turn into my workout / weight loss blog. I'll be updating weekly with how much I've run and how muchweight I've lost. I figure if I make everything public it will assist in the motivation. Because really, who wants to be seen a failure in the public eye? Besides, it worked really well for me last time I blogged my weight loss journey and helped me acheive some fantastic results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my main goals in this realm over the next 5 months:&lt;br /&gt;Finish marathon (mini goal - in under 4 hours)&lt;br /&gt;Weight down to the ~200 range (10lbs a month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out a nice prize to myself for completing those goals. Any ideas? When I was able to accomplish dropping from 265 to 205 a couple years ago I congratulated myself with a nice big HDTV...which probably helped me gain most of the weight back, but still. It's a damn nice present to myself. Any ideas? (not a trip to Rome. Be more original than that!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First weight in&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;256.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikeplus.nike.com/nikeplus/?l=training,1757377386"&gt;http://nikeplus.nike.com/nikeplus/?l=training,1757377386&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-7861358346227480831?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/7861358346227480831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=7861358346227480831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7861358346227480831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7861358346227480831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day.html' title='The first day'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-609592058635638635</id><published>2008-03-19T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:36:37.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly, Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R-D12rXoK1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/usvwN7VPONY/s1600-h/pantheon-rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179409891179637586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R-D12rXoK1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/usvwN7VPONY/s320/pantheon-rome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's done! I've placed the deposit on my trip to Rome this October. I will fly into Italy on the morning on October 5th and fly back on the 11th. I was kicking around a few other intersting ideas such as travelling to Japan or climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, but Rome was a wiser financial decision and plus I'd rather do a once-in-a-lifetime trip like Kilamanjaro with someone else. I was also hoping for a longer trip, but since I don't earn paid time off at this point, longer than a week would be way too expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also in the market for a new Ipod right now. My Nano isn't terribly old at a little under 4 years, by I've used that thing so much the battery life is horrible on it. I lose at least half the battery on my train ride in the morning and if I listen to it on the way home, it's almost dead. which means if I want to go for a run with it, I need to plug it in and wait awhile before I can go. And my motivation drops with each minute I sit on the couch. I don't know if I want to just get an ipod classic or shell out a little more and get the shiny ipod touch. Decisions, decisions...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R-D6qLXoK2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/gKaD5NwJl4g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179415173989411682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R-D6qLXoK2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/gKaD5NwJl4g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4868721313822312527-609592058635638635?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/609592058635638635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=609592058635638635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/609592058635638635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/609592058635638635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Fly, Fly Away'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R-D12rXoK1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/usvwN7VPONY/s72-c/pantheon-rome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-666450680457425911</id><published>2008-03-13T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:03:54.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood!</title><content type='html'>Man what a gorgeous day today huh? I felt bad for all the sucker who had to work all afternoon. After work I drug my butt outside for a run, then took an hour nap and went back outside for a walk since it was still light out. It needs to be nice like this more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R9nqrLXoK0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LjW4OrMAgXw/s1600-h/fatjogg240806_228x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177427274146261826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R9nqrLXoK0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LjW4OrMAgXw/s320/fatjogg240806_228x400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, my passport arrived in the mail yesterday so I'm now busy trying to plan my trip. I still haven't decided exactly where I'm going to go yet. I have a few ideas other than Rome I'm kicking around. But nothing final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-666450680457425911?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/666450680457425911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=666450680457425911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/666450680457425911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/666450680457425911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day in the neighborhood!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R9nqrLXoK0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/LjW4OrMAgXw/s72-c/fatjogg240806_228x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-3426117667809305277</id><published>2008-03-01T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:02:35.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I added 5 new songs to my playlist today! I hope everyone enjoys them and perhaps finds a new artist they like. I've reached the 100 song maximum on my playlist so rather than creating a completely new playlist, I'm just going to start deleting from the bottom since people probably don't venture that far down anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I decided I was going to walk over to Sweeney's and have some food and drinks and chat it up with complete strangers. Upon arriving however, the place was absolutely packed! A crowded bar at 9pm on a Saturday night? Who'd have thought?! So I walked down to The Muddy Pig and...same thing. Packed. After that rejection I just gave up on the whole idea and walked home. On my way home however I saw something pretty cool. There was a guy walking 4 small dogs on leases with two unleashed cats prancing along behind the group. It was like Dr. Doolittle or something! There were probably birds following this guy too, but it was dark so I didn't see them. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doggonegood.com/art/CAT-Dog-walker-Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.doggonegood.com/art/CAT-Dog-walker-Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4868721313822312527-3426117667809305277?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/3426117667809305277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=3426117667809305277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/3426117667809305277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/3426117667809305277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-music-saturday.html' title='New Music Saturday!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-7028738233524305917</id><published>2008-02-21T22:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:23:24.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labores Luna</title><content type='html'>For anyone that missed it, there was a phenominal lunar eclipse last night. I snuck out of rehearsal for a couple minutes to check out out when it was at it's peak. Lunar eclipses happen much more frequently than solar eclipses, but that doesn't make them any less spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R75LQSWrtBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2lFW78bsr3Q/s1600-h/lunar_eclipse_total.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169652165444875282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R75LQSWrtBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2lFW78bsr3Q/s320/lunar_eclipse_total.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other solar news, it was recently discovered that the Milky Way galaxy that our solar system spins within is &lt;a href="http://www.usyd.edu.au/news/84.html?newsstoryid=2163"&gt;twice as thick as previously thought&lt;/a&gt;. They now believe the galaxy to be 12,000 light years thick rather than 6,000 light years previously thought. That's huge! I love astronomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-7028738233524305917?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/7028738233524305917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=7028738233524305917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7028738233524305917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7028738233524305917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/labores-luna.html' title='Labores Luna'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R75LQSWrtBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2lFW78bsr3Q/s72-c/lunar_eclipse_total.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-7295999348833883498</id><published>2008-02-20T11:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:10:00.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bat-time, Same Bat-channel</title><content type='html'>Next week I start my new hours at work; 6:00am-2:30pm. Yes, that's AM as in Ante Meridium, morning, daybreak, foreday, really really early. I can't complain too much since I sort of volunteered for the shift. It was either that or the 11:30-8:00 shift and there's no way that was happening.  That's the meat of the day! So instead I'll find myself getting up earlier than I ever have. I used to have to work at 7am occasionally during college, but most of the time I lived on campus so I just had to walk there. Now, with my train ride factored in, I'm going to need to leave my apartment at shortly after 5:00. I'll have to play around a little bit and I might be able to make a faster trip if I drive to the Lake Street station and park there. It's just a matter if I want my car sitting on Lake Street all day...bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early to bed&lt;br /&gt;Early to rise&lt;br /&gt;Makes a man healthy&lt;br /&gt;Wealthy&lt;br /&gt;And wise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-7295999348833883498?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/7295999348833883498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=7295999348833883498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7295999348833883498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7295999348833883498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-bat-time-same-bat-channel.html' title='New Bat-time, Same Bat-channel'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-652950437651757800</id><published>2008-02-17T21:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:59:01.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"God made me blind and unable to walk. Big deal!"</title><content type='html'>Tonight I somehow found myself watching Extreme Home Makeover, a show which I'd never really seen and found myself completely inspired. They were in Louisville, TN with the family of &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/WNT/Story?id=2643340"&gt;Patrick Henry Hughes&lt;/a&gt;, who is wheelchair-bound and blind. Other than being an extremely talented musician, he is also a very positive minded person. He considers himself, and rightly so, just a normal guy living his life the best he can with the hand he's been dealt. I can relate to Patrick in a sense. Although his is a more extreme case, we have medically the same joint issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qTiYA1WiY8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qTiYA1WiY8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now although Patrick himself is an amazing person, almost equally amazing is his father. He works the graveyard shift and sacrifices his sleep so he can spend the day with his son at class and even doing marching band with him. If you watch the video above you can see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching that video I was reminded of another father son story which is absolutely amazing. It's the story of Dick and Rick Hoyt. Rather than explaining the whole thing to you, just watch that video too....I hope I can be that type of father one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flRvsO8m_KI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flRvsO8m_KI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/4868721313822312527-652950437651757800?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/652950437651757800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=652950437651757800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/652950437651757800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/652950437651757800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-made-me-blind-and-unable-to-walk.html' title='&quot;God made me blind and unable to walk. Big deal!&quot;'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-5101424537167072951</id><published>2008-02-14T20:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:22:40.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's as easy as 1 2 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T2-SWrs_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ScENqizfRtk/s1600-h/DSC02031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T2-SWrs_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ScENqizfRtk/s320/DSC02031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167026222440100850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T1eSWrs8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qr18WOZTmQg/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T1eSWrs8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qr18WOZTmQg/s320/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167024573172659138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T1VyWrs7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-u2VtsxNpeQ/s1600-h/DSC02033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T1VyWrs7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-u2VtsxNpeQ/s320/DSC02033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167024427143771058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T16yWrs-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RgID2cm5kMU/s1600-h/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T16yWrs-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/RgID2cm5kMU/s320/DSC02039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167025062798930914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T16iWrs9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A09-R6MkOoU/s1600-h/DSC02037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T16iWrs9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A09-R6MkOoU/s320/DSC02037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167025058503963602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-5101424537167072951?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/5101424537167072951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=5101424537167072951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/5101424537167072951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/5101424537167072951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-as-easy-as-1-2-3.html' title='It&apos;s as easy as 1 2 3'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R7T2-SWrs_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ScENqizfRtk/s72-c/DSC02031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-6024464003296411940</id><published>2008-02-13T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:59:46.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V Day!</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot it was Valentines Day until just now! You know, as a bachelor for every Valentines Day of my life, it's really lost it's luster since the elementary school days. We'd spend an entire day making our mailboxes for Valentines Day and you'd pass out those little GI Joe valentines or whatever was hip at the time. You knew someone really liked you if there was a piece of candy in your tiny envelope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-6024464003296411940?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/6024464003296411940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=6024464003296411940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6024464003296411940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6024464003296411940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V Day!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-176595305797909131</id><published>2008-02-10T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:45:30.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Fancy</title><content type='html'>Imagine if you will, it's Sunday morning and upon opening your eyes for the first time that day, you're immediately assaulted by a hyperactive cat charging at your face, only you don't own a cat and you're in a strange house.  Scary right? Well that's what happened to me this morning.  I stayed at my friends Scott and Noelle's place this weekend down by Blue Earth to visit them and hang out.  They have two cats and one extremely chicken dog. So this morning I wake up and before my brain could comprehend where I was or what was happening I had this evil little cat charging and pouncing on my face like I was it's prey! I yelled in pure terror as my adrenaline  filled ninja reflexes allowed me to turn away and flip the cat off the end of the bed.  I'm lying there  all content with my skills when the little demon leaps up from the floor at my head again! Unable to react fast enough the second time I'm met with a face full of fur and biting.  I think he knew the long-term assault he was doing with my cat allergies. I've been sniffling and sneezing all day. Stupid cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6_S1iWrs3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bNhfyPAayH8/s1600-h/catattack2nc0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6_S1iWrs3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bNhfyPAayH8/s320/catattack2nc0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165579114814092146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-176595305797909131?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/176595305797909131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=176595305797909131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/176595305797909131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/176595305797909131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/cat-fancy.html' title='Cat Fancy'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6_S1iWrs3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bNhfyPAayH8/s72-c/catattack2nc0.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-9081149925307855198</id><published>2008-02-08T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:51:54.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What is it about the folding and putting away process of doing laundry that's so miserable and hated? For some reason I can't stand it! I often find myself doing a load of laundry and then letting it sit in the clothes basket, while I take out the items I need on a daily basis. Eventually the basket it empty and you get to start the process over again. I don't do that very often, but it's been known to happen. Last night I did 3 loads of launrdy and they're now in a massive pile on my couch, just waiting to be dealt with. I try to pile the clothes in a place that makes them visible, but that doesn't always help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6yWpaBJenI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cUmG8B7k5yw/s1600-h/D1177~Laundry-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164668510790056562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6yWpaBJenI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cUmG8B7k5yw/s320/D1177~Laundry-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-9081149925307855198?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/9081149925307855198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=9081149925307855198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/9081149925307855198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/9081149925307855198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/boo-clothes.html' title='Boo clothes'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6yWpaBJenI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cUmG8B7k5yw/s72-c/D1177~Laundry-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-4660021825735617839</id><published>2008-02-03T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:56:11.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My night at the orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aiQ6BJejI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oOVJWT54XS0/s1600-h/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aiQ6BJejI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oOVJWT54XS0/s320/DSC02011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162992434162530866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I ventured as close to the sci-fi nerd hive as I've ever been.   Was I at a Trekkie convention you ask? No. I was at Star Trek / Star Wars themed orchestra performance. And with George Takei as the narrator! If you don't know who he is, he was Mr. Sulu in the original Star Trek show and has been in a few other shows. Most recently he was Hiro's dad in the show Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I found a nice quiet corner, curled up by an extremely fake fireplace (It didn't even give off heat!) and read a book for a good 2 hours before hiking down Nicollet and grabbing some dinner at Panera Bread.  Yum! I had some really good chicken wild rice soup in a bread bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aNN6BJeeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WEAYOYwPvYA/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aNN6BJeeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WEAYOYwPvYA/s200/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162969292878739938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there it was a few short blocks to orchestra hall. I'll admit, expectations were high. A few months back I came to the orchestra for a performance of Lord of the Rings music and like Friday, there was a costume contest.  For LoTR there were fantasy nerds everywhere. Dwarves, elves, hobbits and wizards. Even some people who weren't "dressed up" for the contest were wearing capes and had staffs. So like I said, the bar was set high.  I wasn't completely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of contestants. I apologize for the blurriness but it was poorly lit and my camera isn't friendly. Unfortunately most of them didn't turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6ab_qBJefI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8gpuZa7oeYo/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6ab_qBJefI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8gpuZa7oeYo/s200/DSC01995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162985540740020722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid was the clear winner in my mind. He was some droid from Star Wars. It was funny, he almost rolled down the stairs on his way off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6acmKBJegI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Xly8T-zjJ7Y/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6acmKBJegI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Xly8T-zjJ7Y/s200/DSC02001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162986202164984322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people who decided that tin foil on their heads was good enough for a costume contest. I was embarrassed for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6adMKBJehI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YVSrbCjRX5A/s1600-h/DSC02004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6adMKBJehI/AAAAAAAAAE0/YVSrbCjRX5A/s200/DSC02004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162986855000013330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little storm trooper kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the costume contest, I walked around and ran into a couple former acquaintances from high school, Jeff and Allison. I hadn't seen them in maybe 11 years or so. They were there celebrating Jeff's 30th birthday. I talked to them for awhile and then took my seat before the performance. These movie themed shows are much more casual than a typical orchestra performance. They have a popcorn cart set up in the lobby and are selling candy and other treats and you get to bring them in with you can munch on popcorn during the performance. So I grabbed a box of Dots and took my seat wayyyy in the back and on the end of the row. Next to me was a small girl, maybe 4, then her father and another child to his left maybe 7. I was pretty impressed that she stayed quiet through the entire show. She was a little squirmy, but I didn't mind. I talked to the dad during intermission and told him how cool I thought it was, him taking his kids to the orchestra at their age. I know they'll remember it. When I was younger, from about age 5 until well into high school, my parents took me to the UofM marching band indoor concert. Especially at a younger age, I was captivated. It's not that they were very good, although I thought they were, but my parents spending the time and money to take me to an event like that was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a few more pictures I took during the show.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6ajBqBJelI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AlzBXx8dtOE/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6ajBqBJelI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AlzBXx8dtOE/s320/DSC02020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162993271681153618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aih6BJekI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z7rBVMQmvdE/s1600-h/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aih6BJekI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z7rBVMQmvdE/s320/DSC02013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162992726220307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy? Yep. Can you guess where I took this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aj8aBJemI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nVGO7OcDkao/s1600-h/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aj8aBJemI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nVGO7OcDkao/s320/DSC02023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162994280998468194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-4660021825735617839?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/4660021825735617839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=4660021825735617839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/4660021825735617839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/4660021825735617839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-night-at-orchestra.html' title='My night at the orchestra'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R6aiQ6BJejI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oOVJWT54XS0/s72-c/DSC02011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-1437824352365716297</id><published>2008-01-26T23:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:19:14.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>I got outside today for my first run since that cold snap hit like a week and a half ago. As a result, I'm 31 miles behind my pace to hit the 300 mile goal. That sucks.  Plus my run today wasn't very good in itself, but I'm thinking the accomplishment is in just getting outside and doing it and not so much how fast I ran or whatever. Oddly enough Neil Armstrong popped on again after my run and congratulated me on my best mile yet...again.  I don't think I really had a best mile, so maybe it's broken. Or maybe my Ipod realized how much extra motivation I need and it's going to keep abusing the quasi-celebrities to tell me how awesome I am. I'm looking forward to another gorgeous day tomorrow to get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Christmas redux for me. I bought my parents tickets to the MN Orchestra for their Christmas present and the performance was Friday. The show title was "John Williams and beyond" Not sure why they even felt the need to have John Williams in the title because of the hour and a half performance, the two songs of his they did took up about 10 minutes. I enjoyed all of the songs they did, especially the Close Encounters of the Third Kind medley and Pirates of the Carribbean. They did an 18 minute piece from the movie The Red Violin. Man, that was bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really considering going to the orchestra performance next Friday when they do "To Boldly Go..." They're doing Mars, Jupiter and Venus from Holst's Planets, Claire de Lune, Duel of the Fates along with some other Star Wars and Star Trek music. Anyone else want to go? Plus they have George Takei narrating! He was Sulu on Star Trek and Hiro's dad on Heroes.  PLUS there's a costume contest! muahaha!! I am SO going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part that made it Christmas-like Friday was I got my Christmas present from my brother. He'd originally ordered the item back in November and it didn't show up in time for Christmas, so he mailed it off as soon as it got to him. Ok here's the thing, I love my brother to death, but I REALLY don't want the present. Let me rewind a second. You see when he and I were little, we used to watch this cartoon called Robotech. We were both into it, collecting toys, books, tapes everything. It was one of the things he and I meshed with. One thing you have to know about my brother is he's very nostalgic. He hold onto his childhood very well and has a whole collection of old toys and junk he remembers as a child. Well, every year for Christmas and my birthday he gets me some sort of Robotech thing. Last year he got me a figurine thing which is fine. I have it sitting on my desk here at home. This year he got me some massive Robotech bookends! Bookends?? These things are massive! I have no place to put them so right now they're in my closet. I feel bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-1437824352365716297?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/1437824352365716297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=1437824352365716297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/1437824352365716297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/1437824352365716297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/01/heat.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-5680221535561311601</id><published>2008-01-23T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:12:17.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On bad driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5gp_6BJebI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vS3O4PP0OAw/s1600-h/1598682148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5gp_6BJebI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vS3O4PP0OAw/s320/1598682148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158919551035472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always prided myself on my driving prowess. I'd considered myself a very attentive and skilled master of the gas powered carriage. I've never even been close to getting into a car accident  and have only been pulled over once about 7 years ago. My record is clean. The past few days however, has been anything but my normal skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewind to Monday. Tacy and I are driving along Washington Ave at the UofM on a nice fresh coating of snow. As I'm driving, some crazy guy takes 2 steps into the road and then changes his mind. I'm concentrating on this guy as we drive past not knowing if he was going to make another run into the street or not. However, with me looking off to the side, the car in front of me is stopped and waiting to turn left. High pitched, deafening screams erupt from the passengers side of the car and our lives flash before our eyes as my anti-lock brakes kick in and I go sliding past the car and down a cross street to the right. Mere inches to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5goiaBJeaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fx6wWWA-Byw/s1600-h/Auto_Life_Home_Health_Insurance_Road_Rage_Male_Teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5goiaBJeaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fx6wWWA-Byw/s320/Auto_Life_Home_Health_Insurance_Road_Rage_Male_Teen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158917944717703586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident averted! Success! But still. Not cool. Not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fast forward maybe 10 minutes. We're in the Orchestra Hall parking garage (which is still in the stone age and doesn't take cards) and again I'm looking off to the side for a parking spot when screams erupt from the passenger side. Granted we were only going maybe 2 mph at that point, but it doesn't take much to draw panic screams from this girl. Abrupt stop, but again accident averted! Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5gqg6BJecI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3c0noMdYnPQ/s1600-h/garage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5gqg6BJecI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3c0noMdYnPQ/s320/garage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158920117971155394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward again a few hours. Wynton Marsalis concert is over and we're cruising back along Washington Ave towards the UofM and the light ahead of me turns yellow. I make every attempt to slow down and stop at that light, but no go. The car was not stopping so we went right on through. I'm pretty sure we made it through most of the way before it turned red, but still. On a normal day I would have stopped. I don't remember if she screamed that time or not, but most likely yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5grsKBJedI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iWNNnyPwymA/s1600-h/20070406204828%21Minneapolis_Fog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5grsKBJedI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iWNNnyPwymA/s320/20070406204828%21Minneapolis_Fog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158921410756311506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not a bad driver! I just had a bad driving day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-5680221535561311601?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/5680221535561311601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=5680221535561311601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/5680221535561311601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/5680221535561311601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-bad-driving.html' title='On bad driving'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R5gp_6BJebI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vS3O4PP0OAw/s72-c/1598682148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-552989536337354863</id><published>2008-01-10T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:17:28.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Wild</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow Mike and Derek and I are starting another weight loss competition. The weigh in will be tomorrow night and the competition will run until April 30th.  For you mathematically challenged folks out there, that's 110 days or almost 16 weeks. The last competition was nearly 2 years ago and I completely decimated the competition.  I don't remember what my weight loss total was at the end of the competition, but at the end of that summer I'd gone from 265 to 210. 55lbs! I don't think it's reasonable for me to expect the same results, since that was pretty extraordinary, but I'm going to try REALLY hard to maintain anything that I lose. Although I hope I win, I also hope we all achieve some sort of success in this competition. I don't know if I have any pictures of my skinny self, but I'll take a chubby picture of myself soon and then try to do a new one every month for progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side competition for myself , which happens to coincide perfectly time-wise, I've set a goal on my Ipod to run 300 miles in 16 weeks.  I know that sounds like a LOT, but it's really not bad. It boils down to a little under 19 miles a week and since I don't plan on running every day, about 3 miles a day if I do 6 days a week. I think I'm going to do the 3 mile days for now and then as I get back in the groove of running, I'll increase the distance and lower the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight however, Mr. Neil Armstrong talked to me on my Ipod after my run congratulating my on my best time for the 1 mile yet! 7 min 8 sec! Go team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R4btsr40u5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nv3oyjmDjjs/s1600-h/run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R4btsr40u5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nv3oyjmDjjs/s320/run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154068175523199890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-552989536337354863?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/552989536337354863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=552989536337354863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/552989536337354863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/552989536337354863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/01/running-wild.html' title='Running Wild'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R4btsr40u5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nv3oyjmDjjs/s72-c/run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-372644756749122393</id><published>2008-01-09T00:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:00:23.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Adventure!</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's been the weather, or my natural restless spirit, but I've been spending the past couple weeks trying to figure out a vacation that I can take next Fall. I've been to nearly 45 of the 50 states in the US, but other than a short border hop to Canada a couple times, I've never been anywhere outside of the US. So I'm setting my sights international. Right now I think I have it narrowed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tours-italy.com/img/Rome/rome%20pantheon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tours-italy.com/img/Rome/rome%20pantheon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alumnitravel.utoronto.ca/images/explore/GOnext_Rome2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.alumnitravel.utoronto.ca/images/explore/GOnext_Rome2007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is fairly obvious. My archeology degree was focused on ancient Rome (along with Greece and Egypt) so a trip here would be utterly fascinating to me. To stand in the Roman Forum where Julius Caesar himself once stood or where Marc Antony and Augustus gave their speeches to sway public opinion in their favor would be amazing. I almost can't put it into words. If I were to travel here I would probably try a tour package with some group.  I guess the downside of a trip like this is it's expense. I'd be looking at roughly $2500, plus 8 or so days off of work and since I don't earn PTO, days off of work = lost money. But a trip like this is priceless right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who have your passports, do I really need to go to the county courthouse where my birth certificate is and get an embossed copy of it in order to get myself a passport?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-372644756749122393?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/372644756749122393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=372644756749122393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/372644756749122393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/372644756749122393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/01/destination-adventure.html' title='Destination: Adventure!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-3665655289928331639</id><published>2008-01-08T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:00:43.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Backing the wrong team</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have a longer and more entertaining post in the next couple days, but I thought I'd share this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I finally broke down and bought myself the HD DVD add-on to my Xbox 360. I'd been holding out for a long time since I was nervous about the outcome of the format wars between Blue-Ray and HD DVD, but I had some Christmas money to spend and it seemed like a good time. I mean, Universal Studios and Warner Bros were on board and Paramount joined the HD DVD party last summer. Things were looking good! Well, I picked the wrong time I guess. Warner Bros defected a few days ago, giving Blue-Ray their full support and a current 70% market share of the movie industry. With the Warner Bros move, Paramount is setting itself up to pack it's bags and move to Blue-Ray also, which would be the final killing blow to the HD DVD camp. As much sway as Microsoft and Toshiba have, I don't see them being able to keep this sinking ship afloat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the good news is I'll be able to pick some HD movies up in the bargain bin in the coming future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-3665655289928331639?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/3665655289928331639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=3665655289928331639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/3665655289928331639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/3665655289928331639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2008/01/backing-wrong-team.html' title='Backing the wrong team'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-6103573139063369735</id><published>2007-12-30T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:50:36.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashy</title><content type='html'>I did this a few years ago on my old blog, but I thought I'd share some of the great flash animations I've come across on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is a video for the song JCB by the British band Nizlopi. It's a really cool video and if you haven't heard the band I suggest you check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGkseGFQLh4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGkseGFQLh4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is a pretty funny clip of a stick man fighting back against the his creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-8390602584214022225&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is a flash cartoon for the Radiohead song Creep. It's a somewhat depressing clip, but it's very well done and the song rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsHKoJM8uv8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsHKoJM8uv8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I linked this one last time, but it's still great. Called Drum Machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rs_X2Paw9gc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rs_X2Paw9gc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?? Aren't those amazing!?! You can thanks me later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then there's videos like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3F2i159PmU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3F2i159PmU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/4868721313822312527-6103573139063369735?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/6103573139063369735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=6103573139063369735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6103573139063369735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6103573139063369735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/12/flashy.html' title='Flashy'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-2353456022684274718</id><published>2007-12-26T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:17:33.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>This time of year is always fairly reflective for most people. Everyone's making their "New Year's Resolutions" and looking back on all of their accomplishments and failures of 2007 and thinking of how much 2008 will be different; better. I try my best to avoid this trap, but have found it difficult to avoid this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with my class reunion in November, I had almost nothing to share with these people whom I hadn't spoken to in 10 years. I graduated from college, have a job, an apartment and in my free time I play my horn or watch movies. My job isn't really that interesting to talk about. "I do computer stuff for X company. It's alright. It pays the bills!" is my typical response when people who I haven't seen for a long time ask me what I do. Thankfully in the case of my high school class, they didn't have any jaw dropping stories to tell either so I didn't feel too bad. But most of them have families now and at least have moved into that stage of the life cycle. I can't really relate there. I don't have a significant other, nor a family of my own. In my free time I do drum corps, which only a very small sliver of the population can relate with or even find it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve I ran into two friends from high school. Both of whom are essentially living their dream. One of them, Charlie, spends his winter finishing up seminary school and his spring and summer pitching for the St. Paul Saints. Not the major leagues by any means, but there are some big name players who have either started with the Saints or gone there after the majors. But what boy didn't have the dream at some point to get paid to play baseball? The second friend I talked to was Cassie. I hadn't seen her for maybe 4 years and come to find out that she's working on a Masters Degree in something like International student studies at Cambridge and has spent the past 3 years in South Korea.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about me? What can I do? Well, I really do still want to continue my education. In order to do that however, I think I need to take a few steps backwards and probably get another bachelors degree before I can step forward for a masters. My current degree and education left me horribly unprepared to further my education in Classical Archeology and now that I've been out of college for upwards of 6 years, my educational references are no longer legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to set a goal and start planning how to achieve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-2353456022684274718?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/2353456022684274718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=2353456022684274718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/2353456022684274718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/2353456022684274718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-1506921731783125932</id><published>2007-12-15T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:47:16.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oratorio? Nay, OratoriNO</title><content type='html'>This past Thursday evening, I attended the Minnesota Orchestra's performance of Handel's Messiah at The Cathedral in Saint Paul. It'd been touted from different sources as a "must see" and "a great holiday tradition". I'm not really sure personally how The Messiah started getting tied to Christmas. It was written for Easter and looking at the words that they're singing you can tell it's very Easter oriented. But anyways, after a refreshing jog through the snow and full of pizza, Tacy and I arrived in our seats right when the performance began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R2Nzr740u3I/AAAAAAAAACk/KKxQgTTpN5U/s1600-h/Cooley_Thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R2Nzr740u3I/AAAAAAAAACk/KKxQgTTpN5U/s320/Cooley_Thomas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144082398034836338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four soloists who performed, a tenor, bass, mezzo and soprano. The tenor guy, was by far the best. When he was standing up front, even when he wasn't singing he was portraying this extremely confident vibe and he was very animated and articulate in his singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R2N1Rb40u4I/AAAAAAAAACs/u544HzlBfX0/s1600-h/HinesJennifer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R2N1Rb40u4I/AAAAAAAAACs/u544HzlBfX0/s320/HinesJennifer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144084141791558530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mezzo girl was...well, odd I guess.  Part of the reason, we agreed, was that her voice didn't seem to match her body. She's a small framed blonde girl singing a very low part. Tacy said it sounds like she was making her "froggy voice", which is the voice you make when you want to sound operatic and don't really have the voice for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two, soprano and bass, were both good, but nothing remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unfamiliar with Handel, other than the Hallelujah chorus, I was expecting large sweeping melodies and intricate harmonies and a lush, rich sound. I was unfortunately disappointed. The whole Messiah is a repetitive jumble. And while it may partly have been due to bad acoustics in the Cathedral, the orchestra sounded thin. Give me Beethoven or Dvorák any day over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain too much though. I'm glad I went. It was definitely an experience worth having and I had a good time. Thanks Tacy for sticking through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-1506921731783125932?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/1506921731783125932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=1506921731783125932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/1506921731783125932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/1506921731783125932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/12/oratorio-nay-oratorino.html' title='Oratorio? Nay, OratoriNO'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R2Nzr740u3I/AAAAAAAAACk/KKxQgTTpN5U/s72-c/Cooley_Thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-3819076679126329110</id><published>2007-12-05T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:05.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Decemberland!</title><content type='html'>Mother Nature ushered in December in grand fashion last weekend and gently reminded us where we live by dumping a pile of snow on the area. I stayed in for most of the day, but decided to wander out and take some pictures in the early afternoon. Unfortunately, my camera has lost it's spunk and only works when it wants to.  So I only got a few decent pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R1eDNJ9KtwI/AAAAAAAAACE/dKwBsXHBB9A/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R1eDNJ9KtwI/AAAAAAAAACE/dKwBsXHBB9A/s320/DSC01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140721761700722434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather enjoy taking pictures and would enjoy photography as a hobby, but I think I need some better equipment before I  can make a decent effort at it. It's hard to take good candid shots of people when you have to stand 2 feet away from them and ask them hold still while you get your camera to auto-focus. Maybe some day I'll shell out for a decent camera. Until then however, we will all have to suffer with my bad pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R1eE-J9KtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/aOm2eSvytf4/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R1eE-J9KtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/aOm2eSvytf4/s320/DSC01405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140723703025940242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can only blame the camera so much for my lack of artistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R1eFgp9KtyI/AAAAAAAAACU/93JPDQG-DJQ/s1600-h/Snowmen1_Page_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R1eFgp9KtyI/AAAAAAAAACU/93JPDQG-DJQ/s320/Snowmen1_Page_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140724295731427106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three goals for this winter: Make a snowman, go sledding, attempt snowboarding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-3819076679126329110?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/3819076679126329110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=3819076679126329110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/3819076679126329110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/3819076679126329110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-decemberland.html' title='Welcome to Decemberland!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R1eDNJ9KtwI/AAAAAAAAACE/dKwBsXHBB9A/s72-c/DSC01408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-7717266203868714507</id><published>2007-11-29T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:06:26.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Math problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I got this match problem right on the first try. Can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FACTS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is a bus with 7 children inside of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Each child has 7 rucksacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In each rucksack there are 7 big cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every big cat has 7 small cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everything listed above is entirely in the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All objects are unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is no driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every child has 2 legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Every cat has 4 legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How many legs are in the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puzzle.arpatubes.net/"&gt;http://puzzle.arpatubes.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-7717266203868714507?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/7717266203868714507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=7717266203868714507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7717266203868714507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/7717266203868714507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/11/math-problem.html' title='Math problem'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-2582484099550918693</id><published>2007-11-28T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:27:19.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R05NbnEqqvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZCpqTVYr4CE/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R05NbnEqqvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZCpqTVYr4CE/s320/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138129361616677618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow. I sat down this evening to write a new entry and spent a majority of the time adding more music! I'm hooked on that little playlist thingy! I end up playing it a lot at work. I don't know if I could make it through a work day without music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last weekend I had my 10 year high school reunion in the hometown of Cannon Falls. Prior to me going, nearly everyone I told about it immediately exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! Are you nervous?!?". Really, I wasn't. I'm not a huge conversationalist, so I was slightly dreading the small talk and the repeated questioning and answering of what we've been doing for the past 10 years, but I wasn't nervous. I didn't have some burning desire of wanting to impress all of my former classmates with a hot new car, or decide I could finally ask out the head cheerleader like they have in the movies. It was just...weird. Nobody really changed. Most everyone looked almost the same they did in high school and nobody had any amazing stories or really cool professions. Maybe the people who have amazing stories and have cool jobs are the ones who have better things to do than to attend class reunions. I don't know. Maybe I'll have something interesting to share with them in another 10 years or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't really have any relevant pictures, but I think I need to add something, so just added a random picture I've taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-2582484099550918693?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/2582484099550918693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=2582484099550918693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/2582484099550918693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/2582484099550918693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-flies.html' title='Time flies!'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QH6mPUEUUcI/R05NbnEqqvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZCpqTVYr4CE/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4868721313822312527.post-6700276159753183315</id><published>2007-11-21T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:46:24.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving the thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;New Music! -- I added some new songs to my playlist. Make sure you check em out! Er..I mixed them up too so you might not actually be able to find the new songs, but they're all good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In 1621, the colonist of Plymouth celebrated what was arguably the first Thanksgiving. They invited the local Native Americans to the colony and spent 3 straight days with a celebration of food, feasting, and praising God after what was a very bountiful harvest season. Sadly, aside from children creating cornucopias or those funny turkey drawings you make after tracing your hand, most people don't take the time to reflect on the true meaning of the holiday. It's become engulfed by consumerism and for many people, "Black Friday" has become the holiday for them. Thanksgiving is just the free day before the shopping extravaganza. I'm not here to judge. To each their own, but I believe people in general would be happier and the world could very well be a better place if occasionally you just stop worrying about tomorrow; stop dreaming about shiny new toy you want to buy; stop feeling sorry for yourself, and be thankful for what you have. So that's what I'm going to do...give thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that I have a family that loves me and would do anything for me, as I would for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that I have friends who care for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the roof over my head and the floor under my feet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for having a job that I enjoy and am pretty good at&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for music, both performing it and listening to it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the ability to love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the alarm clock in my room that doesn't care how tired I am, but stays strong with it's loudness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for warm comfortable sweatshirts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you train driver for getting me to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you hyper lady who never knows what stop we're at&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you girl who smiles at me every morning. I'm sorry I don't know your name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Of course this list is incomplete, but I could stay up all night doing this and still not make a dent! I'm thankful for everything in my life, both good and bad.  Without the bad, the good isn't as sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Till next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-6700276159753183315?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/6700276159753183315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=6700276159753183315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6700276159753183315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6700276159753183315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving the thanks'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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-4868721313822312527.post-6944034776030998409</id><published>2007-11-20T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:39:54.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After a much needed break, I've decided to re-enter the blogosphere. This is my first foray into blogger, but so far I'm liking it. I'm not sure if I'll have a theme for this blog, or even what I'm going to write about. I'm sure most of it will be a stream of consciousness, filled to the brim with incoherent thoughts, ramblings and outrageous opinions, but those thoughts will be my own.  So it back, relax to some of my favorite tunes and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4868721313822312527-6944034776030998409?l=morphy00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/feeds/6944034776030998409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4868721313822312527&amp;postID=6944034776030998409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6944034776030998409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4868721313822312527/posts/default/6944034776030998409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morphy00.blogspot.com/2007/10/test.html' title='So it begins'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07001174562816650408</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></feed>
