<?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-2139888478771097685</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:44:58.400-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Mind of Brian</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts on God, life and other mysterious things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-4016675754529836024</id><published>2010-01-20T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:08:18.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Post</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to everyone who keeps telling me to update my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider it updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-4016675754529836024?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/4016675754529836024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=4016675754529836024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4016675754529836024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4016675754529836024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-post.html' title='A New Post'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-3623217583520938854</id><published>2009-01-05T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:25:29.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me more!</title><content type='html'>I guess it's human nature to always want what we do not have. Whether it be money, possessions, looks, personality, or anything else--if we don't have it, we want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day sitting around with my family opening presents (one person at the time of course, so everyone can see), I remember my cousin saying numerous times "Uh! I wanted one of those!" or "Why didn't I get that!?" You'd think she's 10, right? Nope, my age. She was so occupied with what everyone else had, that she didn't take time to appreciate what she had been given. We're all guilty of it. Never satisfied with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're not satisfied with what we have, we don't value it as much. For example, my family has season tickets to Carolina basketball games, and no one can ever understand when I decide not to go to a game. A friend recently reminded me that there are many people who'd give their first born for those tickets. But I've always had them, and I guess as a result its easy not to value them as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it goes a lot deeper than just material possessions, though. All the "keeping up with the Jones'" stuff, wanting what we don't have, is really a manifestation of our insecurities. We want what we don't have because somewhere deep down, we feel that who we are, or what we have, isn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that God has provided a way for us to have ultimate fulfillment through Jesus Christ. In Christ, we lack nothing. He is the only thing that will fill the hole inside of us that tells us that we are not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a reality that I need to grasp more firmly in 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-3623217583520938854?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/3623217583520938854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=3623217583520938854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/3623217583520938854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/3623217583520938854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-me-more.html' title='Give me more!'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-2144108068384484692</id><published>2008-12-19T16:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:15:33.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, Have Some Garlic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SUwOqdHPLZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6WZN3ziVUHQ/s1600-h/pho-ho-hotobooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SUwOqdHPLZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6WZN3ziVUHQ/s320/pho-ho-hotobooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281612585531026834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at posting. But here's a little something for you to enjoy this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out that wrist action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-2144108068384484692?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/2144108068384484692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=2144108068384484692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/2144108068384484692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/2144108068384484692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-have-some-garlic.html' title='Merry Christmas, Have Some Garlic'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SUwOqdHPLZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6WZN3ziVUHQ/s72-c/pho-ho-hotobooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-5174206344648323162</id><published>2008-11-23T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:36:38.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Spirit?</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is coming up in just a few days, but we've been hearing Christmas music and even seeing Christmas decorations go up all month long. It's hard to believe that "the holidays" are here again, it seems like they come faster each year. Christmas and Thanksgiving have always been my favorite holidays. There's nothing quite like that "holiday spirit" that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's a shame it takes a holiday to get you in that mood. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving in my car recently and of course Christmas music was on the radio. The same songs they play year after year, sung by the same artists. I love Christmas music, even before Thanksgiving, but listening to it this year, I realize that the music doesn't have the magic it once did. It doesn't get me "in the spirit." The more I reflected on this, the more I came to realize that the holidays don't really have the same magic they once seemed to have. As a kid you start thinking of Santa Claus and all the gifts you'll get and everyone being in a really good mood and it just makes you happy. But something about getting older makes that magic fade a little bit, kinda like when you go to Disney World as an adult. The holidays begin to "sneak up on you" and before you know it you're making comments like "Wow, is it Christmas already? Where has the year gone?" -- typical "adult" comment. The holidays can even seem like a burden or something you have to "get through." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is still my favorite time of year, but for different reasons than it used to be. Now I look forward to the holidays because it brings the family together and you get tons of great food. Starting with Thanksgiving, my family begins what I've come to call a "holiday marathon" of parties, get-togethers, and just lots and lots of eating. I'm blessed to have a close family that genuinely enjoys being together often. Our favorite holiday activities include arriving late, eating, eating more, taking a group nap, eating more, then sitting around the living room talking about anything you can imagine. Then we do it all again the next day, and on like that for about a week or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I'm able to better understand and really take in the significance of Christ's birth, which is what we really should be celebrating. My favorite Christmas song is "I Celebrate the Day" by Relient K. I think it best sums up how I feel about this time of year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=e0cc6c73c0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to friends and family, good food, and a real reason to celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-5174206344648323162?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/5174206344648323162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=5174206344648323162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/5174206344648323162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/5174206344648323162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday Spirit?'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-5912344213921837600</id><published>2008-11-18T14:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:28:24.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold, Ye Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SSMXKkwa6XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YMjo0v7koN0/s1600-h/Christmas-Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270081459386509682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SSMXKkwa6XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YMjo0v7koN0/s320/Christmas-Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made this is in Illustrator today, thanks to an online tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at my own awesomeness.&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/2139888478771097685-5912344213921837600?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/5912344213921837600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=5912344213921837600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/5912344213921837600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/5912344213921837600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/11/behold-ye-christmas-tree.html' title='Behold, Ye Christmas Tree'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SSMXKkwa6XI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YMjo0v7koN0/s72-c/Christmas-Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-6802571232775969844</id><published>2008-11-17T16:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:48:17.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Not a Graphic Designer</title><content type='html'>Recently I discovered that camp owns copies of Adobe Illustrator, PhotoShop, Indesign, and all that neat stuff. I was really excited to find out about it, because deep down inside I've always seen myself as an amazing graphic artist...like a &lt;a href="http://green-turkeys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brian Turney&lt;/a&gt; or something. OK, not really. But I did download all the programs on my work computer with visions of me creating some amazing pieces of digital art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is, I can't even get the spacing right on MS Word documents. What made me think I could master Adobe all by myself? I'm not sure, but I have definitely tried. In fact, I'd say I've wasted approximately 20 hours at work clicking aimlessly around Adobe programs. Maybe more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my attempts are futile, and I have yet to produce even a square with a shadow on it. That's why I invested in some books that should teach me the basics. They are currently being shipped, and I will soon know if I wasted 40 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic designers of the world, I salute thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-6802571232775969844?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/6802571232775969844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=6802571232775969844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/6802571232775969844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/6802571232775969844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-im-not-graphic-designer.html' title='Why I&apos;m Not a Graphic Designer'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-4277824760526738579</id><published>2008-11-04T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:02:18.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>(Business) Relationships</title><content type='html'>I think this may be the first serious post I've done in which I actually sort through some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a camp director, I find myself riding the line between business and ministry quite often. We're a ministry, so we want everything we do to be in the spirit of servanthood and to the glory of God. But we are also a business, and at the end of the day, we have to pay the bills to keep the lights on. Problems arise when the line between ministry and business aren't so well defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one of my primary responsibilities is booking and hosting retreats. Easy enough, right? Not always. The majority of the groups who retreat at Camp Oak Hill are ministries themselves. Every day I receive calls from people interested in having a retreat at Oak Hill. Great! But these conversations are often awkward for me when I have to list rates and policies. Most of the time there aren't any problems, but every once in a while you get someone who wants to negotiate, or tell me that the rates are too high, or they want a deal because they are a ministry, too. As a fellow Christian, I want to help my brothers and sisters out and give them a quality experience at camp for the best possible price. But the reality is, there just isn't too much room for negotiation. The prices have been set because that is what it costs to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like no big deal, but it bugs me. I'm all about relationships. But I'm finding in my current positition that I have to sometimes sacrifice a relationship for business, and this troubles me. If I give everyone a deal, I'll have great relationships with everyone. But at the end of the year, what do I say when we look at our budget and realize we didn't make it? Were the relationships worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm in a situation where I have to decide if its worth it to sacrifice a long-standing relationship with someone for the sake of business. The business side of me says we should go with whats cheaper. The relationship side of me says it'd' be a slap in the face to end our current relationship. So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business and ministry. An awkward partnership.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-4277824760526738579?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/4277824760526738579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=4277824760526738579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4277824760526738579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4277824760526738579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/11/business-relationships.html' title='(Business) Relationships'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-3287898883661804937</id><published>2008-10-31T11:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:02:46.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Mister George: A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You came with surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a wonderful gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were down to the wire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but our spirits did you lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue and white stripes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what beauty, what color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We knew without a doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were meant for eachother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, how we loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your comfortable seats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your bed in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on which we oft did sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though old, you had spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surprisingly low mileage, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we always knew in tough times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you would pull us through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never complained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But with determination pushed on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when you were in the shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your energy was never gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over mountains and through valleys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;across land til we reached the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could we have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What fond memories there would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will never forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though the years pass us by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with fond remembrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we recall why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the summer of '06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'round this great country did we drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In you, Mister George&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having the time of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263354477377568082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SQsxAr8NPVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OpKWnvukCQQ/s320/mister+george.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the fall of 2006, Mister George was donated to Wheels4Hope, a nonprofit organization that provides families in need with a reliable vehicle. It was thought that Mister George would never be seen again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But alas, on October 30, 2008, for the first time in nearly 2 years, Mister George was spotted on South Saunders Street in Raleigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's to you, Mister George. Still pressin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-3287898883661804937?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/3287898883661804937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=3287898883661804937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/3287898883661804937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/3287898883661804937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/mister-george-tribute.html' title='Mister George: A Tribute'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SQsxAr8NPVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OpKWnvukCQQ/s72-c/mister+george.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-1496007267651664111</id><published>2008-10-27T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:46:49.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avett Brothers</title><content type='html'>Apparently the Avett Brothers have been around for a while, but I was just introduced to them this weekend. The following song is one of the prettiest I've ever heard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=47611948ea"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, music from the soul, for the soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-1496007267651664111?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/1496007267651664111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=1496007267651664111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/1496007267651664111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/1496007267651664111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/avett-brothers.html' title='Avett Brothers'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-6673244094708664470</id><published>2008-10-18T08:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:35:11.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar</title><content type='html'>I want to learn to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kd4PBZgxCB4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kd4PBZgxCB4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it all the way through. And smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-6673244094708664470?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/6673244094708664470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=6673244094708664470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/6673244094708664470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/6673244094708664470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/guitar.html' title='Guitar'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-7142210815797064529</id><published>2008-10-15T15:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:43:46.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SPZHX2_mcgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xMaw31IWUSI/s1600-h/unitarian+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257468090226471426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SPZHX2_mcgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xMaw31IWUSI/s320/unitarian+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a camp director by profession. One of my primary responsibilities at this time of year is to book retreats. This means that retreat inquiries come through me. Groups, usually Christian, call and are interested in holding their retreat at the good ol' COH. I'm new, but I've been told that sometimes we get some strange calls. Well, today I received my first strange call. Here is the condensed version of the call: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caller: Hi, my name is John and I'm from a Unitarian church in Morrisville and I'm interested in having a retreat in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: OK, about how many people will you have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: 45-60. Do you have accommodations for couples? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No, sorry. We have cabin-style housing with bunk beds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: Is there a policy against couples sleeping together in cabins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yes. We separate men and women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: Oh, OK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I tell him more about camp and what we offer, he interupts:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: Well, I guess there's one other thing. See, we're a Unitarian church, and we're having a couples retreat. 10-12 couples will be gay or lesbian. Is that a problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: [caught off guard] Uh, um. Well. I tell ya what, let me get back to you after I talk to my boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John: OK, sounds great. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[end of call]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I proceed to tell everyone in the office about my strange call. I don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short: My good friend HUFF in Indiana was playin' a prank on me.  But the whole office was in on it and they thought it was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, I got punk'd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2139888478771097685-7142210815797064529?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/7142210815797064529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=7142210815797064529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/7142210815797064529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/7142210815797064529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/punkd.html' title='Punk&apos;d'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SPZHX2_mcgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xMaw31IWUSI/s72-c/unitarian+church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-4733095474302927967</id><published>2008-10-14T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:42:38.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Malicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma - li - cious&lt;/span&gt; : given to, marked by, or arising from malice&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma - lice&lt;/span&gt; : desire to cause pain, injury, or distress to another; intent to commit an unlawful act or cause harm without legal justification or excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just learned that the good folks over at Facebook have identified my blog as malicious. Given that the only public link to this blog is through Facebook, I applaud you if you have made it this far. Facebook won't even give you the option to click on the link and continue to this site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you feel harmed yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why, but I'm just gonna guess it has something to do with "b-ho" being in the title. I dunno, does that sound dirty? Maybe so. I've never really thought about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook, I salute you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="UISimpleMessageLayout_Title" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/icons/block.gif?2:118023); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; padding-left: 25px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 0px 0px; "&gt;The following website has been identified as malicious:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UISimpleMessageLayout_Content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIOneOff_Container" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="warning_page_url" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(247, 247, 247); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 5px; margin-bottom: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); margin-top: 15px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;http://b-ho.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 16px; "&gt;The link you have clicked has been identified by Facebook as a &lt;strong&gt;malicious web site&lt;/strong&gt;. For the safety and privacy of your Facebook account, we strongly suggest you avoid visiting this address.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-4733095474302927967?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/4733095474302927967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=4733095474302927967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4733095474302927967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4733095474302927967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/malicious.html' title='Malicious'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-4964053984001987446</id><published>2008-10-09T11:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:09:54.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>So last Friday I was merging on to I-40 on my way home from good ol' Chapel Hill, and the oddest thing happened. I turned on my blinker to merge, and my car cut off. Let me say that again. My car cut off when I turned on my blinker. Didn't even die, just cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've had many a car problem in my day, but this one is definitely the oddest. How a blinker turns off your car, I'll never know. Actually I do know, because I just had it towed to the dealership to get fixed. Apparently a switch in the steering column connects all kinds of things, like your turn signal and your starter and breaks and everything else. Who knew? So for a mere $400, I can now start my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These car problems got me thinking. It's about time to be an offical adult and buy a car. A dependable, reliable, don't-have-to-get-it-fixed-every-month car. So thats my plan. How I'll pay for it or what I'll actually get, I dunno. But this is what I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255186462780974722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SO4sPqaAZoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CA0HtPNsERA/s320/accord+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep dreamin', Brian...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-4964053984001987446?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/4964053984001987446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=4964053984001987446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4964053984001987446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/4964053984001987446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SO4sPqaAZoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CA0HtPNsERA/s72-c/accord+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-8745746642700233388</id><published>2008-10-05T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:04:13.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Josh Wilson</title><content type='html'>Just discovered this guy, you should buy his album. I really like this song:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkJRRMASRIs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UkJRRMASRIs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-8745746642700233388?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/8745746642700233388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=8745746642700233388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/8745746642700233388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/8745746642700233388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/josh-wilson.html' title='Josh Wilson'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-5911318101719283309</id><published>2008-10-04T15:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:26:00.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SOe-kl8i7qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HUueWXpZtAU/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SOe-kl8i7qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HUueWXpZtAU/s320/books.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253377026221600418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like books. I even enjoy reading them. The problem is that I have a hard time finishing them. I think I might have book ADD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I like the idea of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; books more than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt; books. I tend to buy a group of books, then they sit on my shelf and look pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that I have to be in the right mood to read, and my mood often determines what kind of book I want to read. Given that my moods change from time to time, its hard to stick with one book. When I'm feeling contemplative or reflective, I want to read something that makes me think. When I'm feeling bored, I want to read something that entertains me. When I'm feeling spiritual, I want to read about religion. When I'm feeling philosophical, well, I want to read philosophy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last book I actually completed was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intimacy&lt;/span&gt; by Henri Nouwen. I enjoyed it. Most of it, anyway. It combines a lot of psychology with spirituality, both things I'm a big fan of. I also read and finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Name of Jesus &lt;/span&gt;by Nouwen in one day. I recently started a memoir called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/span&gt;, which was given to me over a year ago. Its entertaining so far, but I haven't gotten hooked on it. I think the last book I read that I was hooked on was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jayber Crow&lt;/span&gt; by Wendell Berry. GREAT book. Read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These books I've started over the past few months, but haven't finished:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Jesus&lt;/span&gt; by Stephen Prothero (Religion/Academic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Prince of Frogtown&lt;/span&gt; by Rick Bragg (Memoir)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running on Empty &lt;/span&gt;by Phil Anderson (Spirituality)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Generation Me&lt;/span&gt; by  Jean Twenge (Sociology/Academic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Trial&lt;/span&gt; by Franz Kafka (Fiction/Literature)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/span&gt; by Jeanette Walls (Memoir)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books I bought recently but haven't opened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scandal of the Evangelical Mind&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Noll (Religion/Academic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UnChristian&lt;/span&gt; by David Kinnaman (Religion/Culture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books I want to buy and (eventually) read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Divine Conspiracy&lt;/span&gt; by Dallas Willard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More stuff by Henri Nouwen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-5911318101719283309?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/5911318101719283309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=5911318101719283309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/5911318101719283309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/5911318101719283309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/10/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SOe-kl8i7qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HUueWXpZtAU/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-489350724537669480</id><published>2008-09-29T19:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:39:46.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SOFmQL8ku0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/uuhKIl4cj6s/s1600-h/fall+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SOFmQL8ku0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/uuhKIl4cj6s/s320/fall+leaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251591068761504578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the majority of last week at camp, which meant I had a lot of time to myself. What struck me while I was there is how quickly the seasons are changing. It was pretty cold there for a few days, it almost seemed unnatural, or maybe just abrupt. It reminded me of how quickly life changes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was feeling a bit nostalgic there by myself. It finally hit me that summer is over. The kids are gone, the staff are gone, the people and things that make camp "camp" are gone. And a new season is being ushered in...retreat season. Quite different than summer camp season. But great in its own way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Fall. Its probably my favorite season. I guess it reminds me that things have to die to be made new again, and sometimes there's beauty in the dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*photo courtesy of Megan Cates, a "baller" photographer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2139888478771097685-489350724537669480?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/489350724537669480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=489350724537669480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/489350724537669480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/489350724537669480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/09/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SOFmQL8ku0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/uuhKIl4cj6s/s72-c/fall+leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-9197508376924264426</id><published>2008-09-24T19:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:55:24.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SNrTFKIXc0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gZE-8-gbSKs/s1600-h/IMG_0335+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SNrTFKIXc0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gZE-8-gbSKs/s320/IMG_0335+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249740401225986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp can be tiring, but things like this remind me why I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture if from the summer. The one this evening was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-9197508376924264426?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/9197508376924264426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=9197508376924264426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/9197508376924264426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/9197508376924264426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/09/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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/_uIRtT6ZvotU/SNrTFKIXc0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/gZE-8-gbSKs/s72-c/IMG_0335+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139888478771097685.post-2769156835060076413</id><published>2008-09-22T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:31:56.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I could take on person in the world to dinner (or lunch, whichever is less awkward), it would be Jon Foreman. He is hands down my favorite musician. The man has a gift for writing songs. His lyrics often capture the way I see and feel the world. I'm tempted to ramble on and on about his lyrics and music and everything else, but that might make me an obsessive fan. So just go to www.jonforeman.com and buy the 4 EPs (it's only $20). Best decision you'll ever make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While we're at it, listen to this song that I just discovered. It's called "Sorrow," and while Jon Foreman didn't write it (it's originally by Bad Religion), something about how he sings it is just beautiful. Don't let the title fool you, its a song about hope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(60, 60, 60);   line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=4a2d191792"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Every single one of Jon Foreman's songs deserves its own post. You'll see more in the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-2769156835060076413?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/2769156835060076413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=2769156835060076413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/2769156835060076413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/2769156835060076413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorrow.html' title='Sorrow'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</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-2139888478771097685.post-7754259519837002103</id><published>2008-09-22T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:19:13.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You would think that creating a blog and giving it a name would be easy. It is, actually. Unless you want to customize it. In the event that you actually want your blog to look unique, you have to pretty much learn HTML and go through hours of painstaking attention to detail, along with quite a bit of trial and error, to get it almost close to what you had initially wanted. So here we are. I hope you like my tree. If you don't, lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You'd also think it would be easy to get the URL that you want for your blog. For example, if you call your blog "The Mind of Brian," it would be great if the site address was "themindofbrian.blogspot.com." But of course that name has to be taken. And who took it? Our friend Brian over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themindofbrian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.themindofbrian.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Head on over and check it out. Leave a comment, even. While you're at it, check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindofbrian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.mindofbrian.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Another winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are. Thanks to my good friend Glenn, I happen to have a nickname that, when applied to blogger URL, happens to not be taken. Who knew? Gotta love nicknames. My nickname happens to be a ingenious combination of the first letter of my first name, and the first two letters of my last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn, I salute you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139888478771097685-7754259519837002103?l=b-ho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/feeds/7754259519837002103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2139888478771097685&amp;postID=7754259519837002103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/7754259519837002103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139888478771097685/posts/default/7754259519837002103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ho.blogspot.com/2008/09/name.html' title='Name'/><author><name>B-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566844577303438076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
