<?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-584206819169008304</id><updated>2011-11-21T14:48:28.092-08:00</updated><category term='beats'/><category term='Cass'/><category term='different'/><category term='sound'/><category term='None'/><category term='pony'/><category term='Family'/><category term='hybrid'/><category term='waiting.'/><category term='Jason'/><category term='McCombs'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='blog'/><category term='work'/><category term='music blog'/><title type='text'>Jason M Brock</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4445894715231580841</id><published>2011-11-21T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:48:28.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to the unbelievable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/114160924503978873929/InstantUpload#5677584726115982082'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7OUwa3HTNcg/TsrVOi5TmwI/AAAAAAAACyE/9sQzXXWmHvE/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' align='left' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is it normal to live in some sort of nostalgia? I find myself listening to the songs of old and cannot help but think, that was the time of awesome music. Maybe my late 80's early music was the moment music was on the brink of becoming what it is today. On the cusp of the last chance to act a fool, go crazy and scream your heart out before it quietly bowed down and let greed, sex, and murder take control. Not all music is like that. You really have to shift through the nonsense to make clear what you define as good music. &lt;br /&gt;    I think all music today is mostly music reflected from back in the day. back in the day when music meant no war, give peace a chance or why do we have to live for the man? Something to that effect. Now, what are we singing about? What is the message? Occupy Wall Street? lets sing about that, right? But what is OWS? People want retribution? Money from whom? 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With about 1200-square-feet of space, it’s the perfect size for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img title="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" src="http://design-milk.com/images/2011/08/graham-residence-2.jpg" alt="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" width="500" height="333"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" src="http://design-milk.com/images/2011/08/graham-residence-3.jpg" alt="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" width="500" height="333"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" src="http://design-milk.com/images/2011/08/graham-residence-6.jpg" alt="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" width="500" height="333"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" src="http://design-milk.com/images/2011/08/graham-residence-7.jpg" alt="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" width="500" height="333"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Graham Residence by o2 Architecture" 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src="http://autodesk.blogs.com/.a/6a00d8341bfd0c53ef014e8abbef26970d-pi" width="30" height="38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.autodesk.com/autocadformac"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AutoCAD for Mac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/pdf/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PDF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Versions of the Product Documentation&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a title="http://bit.ly/nedutG" href="http://bit.ly/nedutG"&gt;http://bit.ly/nedutG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AutoCAD for Mac Command Aliases list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Use this table from &lt;a href="http://wikihelp.autodesk.com/"&gt;Autodesk’s WikiHelp&lt;/a&gt; for the default command aliases defined in &lt;em&gt;Acad.pgp&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;a title="http://bit.ly/qOZ4y6" href="http://bit.ly/qOZ4y6"&gt;http://bit.ly/qOZ4y6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To define your own command aliases, see &lt;a href="http://wikihelp.autodesk.com/index.php?title=AutoCAD_for_Mac/enu/Community/Tips_%26_Tricks/Customization"&gt;Define Custom Command Aliases&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thank you Lee Ambrosius for all your hard work!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Shaan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogs/btl?a=frn88LxDCvI:nz2M3wM2TMU:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogs/btl?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogs/btl?a=frn88LxDCvI:nz2M3wM2TMU:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogs/btl?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogs/btl?a=frn88LxDCvI:nz2M3wM2TMU:sHskjighKVI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogs/btl?d=sHskjighKVI" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogs/btl/~4/frn88LxDCvI" height="1" width="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me happy because I love my mac and I love my AutoCAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-1377917937590782451?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1377917937590782451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/08/autocad-2012-for-mac-documentation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1377917937590782451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1377917937590782451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/08/autocad-2012-for-mac-documentation.html' title='AutoCAD 2012 for Mac Documentation'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5347404607146917548</id><published>2011-08-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T19:05:32.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hybrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beats'/><title type='text'>Hybrid's New Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25177157?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25177157"&gt;Hybrid - Blind Side (Music Video)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/hybridfilms"&gt;Hybrid&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-5347404607146917548?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5347404607146917548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/08/hybrids-new-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.hybridsoundsystem.com/2011/07/29/blind-side-music-video-release-date/"&gt;Blind Side : Music Video &amp;amp; Release Date&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Here’s the brand new music video for our forthcoming single, Blind Side. The single will be released on the 29th of August and will be available to buy digitally from this site and all good online music retailers. We’ve got an extra special set of remixes and interpretations created by us to celebrate the first release on our new label, Kill City Records. Details and clips to follow in the next couple of weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-8254302081238569279?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8254302081238569279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/08/blind-side-music-video-release-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8254302081238569279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8254302081238569279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/08/blind-side-music-video-release-date.html' title='Blind Side : Music Video &amp; Release Date'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-7385091825285949986</id><published>2011-04-19T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T07:25:13.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing Closer To The End</title><content type='html'>It has finally reached the point that I can call myself a graduating superstar!!&lt;br /&gt;The journey has ended and I thought I would never get through all of it, but after going and going and trying and trying again, I can tell myself that all my hard work is finally payed off and I can start the really hard stuff like finding a job. &lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't seem that hard in todays complex, economic world we live in. Jobs are everywhere right? Am I just playing myself into my own sarcasm. &lt;br /&gt;    I am looking for jobs back west. My family would really like for me to stay here. I know they would, but I have no ties with my life here. I can’t really find one bit of want for me to live here besides my family. I still really have this powerful lust to move back to Seattle. It feels like home to me and it was a place where I most fit in and fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;    The hardest thing would be to get back into the mix of what my life used to be. It's really hard to get that back. You should see my friends now. My best friend is an entrepreneur with things in the fabric world. I don't really think he has time for me like he did when I lived with him. There is the job which I mean finding one that is really going to be the hard part. When I first moved to Seattle it was for a purpose and that basis was to go to school and get something in the design field (graphic) or the music field. Things have changed, my major for one is now in the design field, but somewhere between Engineering and drafting which I know the two rest in Seattle, but how to make my presence abundantly clear to the job market is something that I don't know anything about. I do know that I can’t always tell myself that I don’t know, But that I do need to start learning and run with it!&lt;br /&gt;   I am working on my resume. It's not much. No real job experience, but the constant highlight of the program I've accomplished or the course I've just completed is emphasized through out the resume. &lt;br /&gt;   Theres much ado in my mind and trying to juggle life, hobbies, and job is somewhat of a feet today. I have only a little time left till I have to commit myself to coffee and that can be a bore no matter how much I drown my thoughts on facebook with exclamations (!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-7385091825285949986?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7385091825285949986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/04/drawing-closer-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/7385091825285949986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/7385091825285949986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/04/drawing-closer-to-end.html' title='Drawing Closer To The End'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6357251421882310194</id><published>2011-01-18T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:19:41.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home | Razer™ Switchblade | Razer™ | For Gamers by Gamers™</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.razerzone.com/switchblade"&gt;Home | Razer™ Switchblade | Razer™ | For Gamers by Gamers™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-6357251421882310194?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www2.razerzone.com/switchblade' title='Home | Razer™ Switchblade | Razer™ | For Gamers by Gamers™'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6357251421882310194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-razer-switchblade-razer-for-gamers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6357251421882310194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6357251421882310194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-razer-switchblade-razer-for-gamers.html' title='Home | Razer™ Switchblade | Razer™ | For Gamers by Gamers™'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-3933117507783840199</id><published>2010-10-06T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:47:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend!! She is my all</title><content type='html'>I love my relationship. How many people do you know get to say that about their relationship?&lt;br /&gt;not to many, right? &lt;br /&gt;My Girl just got back from New York. She had a good time because well... it's New York!! Who dosent have a good time while in NYC. Anyway, I spent the whole time thinking about how awesome she is and how much she completes me. When she is gone.. I get sad.. Like a little sad puppy or something. When she is away... She is all I can think about. I love to make her laugh and I love when she makes me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing Clair!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-3933117507783840199?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3933117507783840199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/10/girlfriend-she-is-my-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3933117507783840199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3933117507783840199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/10/girlfriend-she-is-my-all.html' title='Girlfriend!! She is my all'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6899338081659753283</id><published>2010-09-23T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:20:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TJvSreXsjWI/AAAAAAAABn0/_OWmvnJ8SbU/s1600/IMAG0095.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TJvSreXsjWI/AAAAAAAABn0/_OWmvnJ8SbU/s320/IMAG0095.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all about the freedom, I love how much energy was at the show. there was dancing and good music. Over all a great experence. There were some songs that I haven't seen played before. I have been searching the internet for some of the songs played and thanks to the internet archive, found some if not all the songs Jason played that night.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/584206819169008304-6899338081659753283?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6899338081659753283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6899338081659753283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6899338081659753283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TJvSreXsjWI/AAAAAAAABn0/_OWmvnJ8SbU/s72-c/IMAG0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-953945310083157313</id><published>2010-09-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:16:56.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A short Jason Mraz Moment from the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TJvR1_cyZ0I/AAAAAAAABns/GyGumoqpKj0/s1600/VIDEO0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TJvR1_cyZ0I/AAAAAAAABns/GyGumoqpKj0/s320/VIDEO0003.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live at the Peace Center September 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great show. It was one of the best shows I have seen in a long time.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/584206819169008304-953945310083157313?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/953945310083157313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-jason-mraz-moment-from-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/953945310083157313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/953945310083157313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-jason-mraz-moment-from-phone.html' title='A short Jason Mraz Moment from the phone'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TJvR1_cyZ0I/AAAAAAAABns/GyGumoqpKj0/s72-c/VIDEO0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-8853458574672500474</id><published>2010-09-09T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:31:22.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Toys : Atari Wall Decals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/dfc1/"&gt;Geek Toys : Atari Wall Decals&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;img src="http://www.thinkgeek.com/images/products/thumb/large/dfc1_atari_wall_decals.jpg" width="111" height="130" border="0" align="right"&gt; Turn any room into an old-school arcade!Turn any room into an old-school arcade! $34.99 - $44.99"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now let's talk about something awesome. I know that we're all into video games right? Well some more than others, but how about... wait for it.. This awesome picture you see before you? &lt;br /&gt;something you got to have right? I mean, who doesn't want a wall full of 8bit astroids and triangle ships.&lt;br /&gt; Ok, well.. I don't know what your girlfriend would say, but I know my girlfriend would absolutely love it.. &lt;br /&gt;right? honey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-8853458574672500474?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thinkgeek.com/dfc1/' title='Geek Toys : Atari Wall Decals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8853458574672500474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/geek-toys-atari-wall-decals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8853458574672500474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8853458574672500474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/geek-toys-atari-wall-decals.html' title='Geek Toys : Atari Wall Decals'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2189211143584581596</id><published>2010-09-09T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:13:12.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, What Should I do.</title><content type='html'>I, again, have nothing to write about :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-2189211143584581596?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2189211143584581596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-what-should-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2189211143584581596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2189211143584581596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-what-should-i-do.html' title='Man, What Should I do.'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-3751441990174562198</id><published>2010-09-06T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:59:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I want a..... don't tell me about the internet please</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons that I ask someone for something, Like a ipod or a bike is for the person to tell me that they know a friend or has a guy or just simply put.. no, I don't know. I think it's common for someone to point you right back to the internet. Please, don't point me back to the internet. I'm fully capable and know my way around the internet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know why I ask? It was for you to lead me to a reliable source. Someone you know and trust that has something that I might want. Nine times out of ten, I've already checked the internet, found 100 of what I was asking for, but didn't buy it... hoping you would tell me that you have one and that you would sell it to me.. at a friend price. &lt;br /&gt;also, maybe a post discussion about the (thing) I inquire. A little human interaction is always a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;So the next time someone ask you about something that is for sale... just tell them you don't know of anybody... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-3751441990174562198?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3751441990174562198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-want-dont-tell-me-about-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3751441990174562198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3751441990174562198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-want-dont-tell-me-about-internet.html' title='If I want a..... don&apos;t tell me about the internet please'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2280791979483866579</id><published>2010-08-29T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:42:25.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again With Today, Things I would Buy (tech edition)</title><content type='html'>Here I go again, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's the start of something. Something turns into another something, and then it's nothing again. &lt;br /&gt;I have spent the better half of the morning thinking on what to work hard for so that I might by something. The need to want something is growing and sometimes it's hard to control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP THINGS ON MY MIND I WANT TO BUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love a desktop.. I kinda want an old school mac G5 with all the stuff in the monitor. My roommate has one and I could not get over the fact on how cool the thing actually was. If I go into a place that sells Apples, (computers) I'm constantly reminded about the MINI, which I don't want at all. I really don't and I don't want the new Apple either. I mean, I do, but I don't want to pay for it. Right now, I really want an old fashion G5, Intel or not, doesn't really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new phone would be nice, but I come to think of myself as that person. That person that buys a phone a year. It's not that I don't love my HTC Hero, but there are some things that drive me absolutely bonkers. Lets just say.. FREEZE! on everything especially trying to make a call. You have to wait a couple minuets to make that call if you just called somebody back. God forbid you call someone, hang up, and have to call them again. The phone goes crazy. Listen, Any phone that the apps work better than the default applications.. somethings wrong. Anyway, looks like I'm looking at two phones right now by sprint.. the EVO or the EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;both really look awesome, but I might be leaning towards the EPIC because I think I might have the same problems that the HERO is having if I decide to go the EVO way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tv.. lord.. it's time for me to leave the days of the tube behind and God, please help me with that. I have watched my parents awesome hdtv for a good two years and I keep saying to myself, "What I wouldn't push a HDTV as big as the one they have. The tv would be an internet, multimedia hub for all to enjoy... well me, but you get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;That's really all I can say about the Tv right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipad, Google pad.. A pad... &lt;br /&gt;    Do I need one? No.. Do you really need one? Is a laptop so inconvenient that you can't carry it around all day? This Pad isn't that much different. I think that it's just excuses that people come up with because let's face it.. we really love technology. It's something that connects our lives and, well... it's just fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't really need an Ipad, but I want one.. I tell people that it's going to be so great to take notes in class with and how hard it is to bust out my mac in a class room where I’m the only student that takes notes with a computer. If you live in the South, you really don't see students bust out their finest laptops to take teacher's notes.. I really think we should, but we're not there yet.. though I do go to a community college.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all... I would love a touch computer, but I don't really want windows. Can you imagine something not opening, A file that is stuck, there would be holes in my computer's little LCD screen. It would render me some kind of emotion that I care not type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I finish my afternoon Bagel, I think on how much I'm gonna hate packing up my small mac book.. (not really)&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-2280791979483866579?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2280791979483866579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/again-with-today-things-i-would-buy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2280791979483866579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2280791979483866579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/again-with-today-things-i-would-buy.html' title='Again With Today, Things I would Buy (tech edition)'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2714518454503919526</id><published>2010-08-28T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:45:10.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the show with zefrank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/theshow/archives/2007/01/010406.html"&gt;the show with zefrank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-2714518454503919526?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.zefrank.com/theshow/archives/2007/01/010406.html' title='the show with zefrank'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2714518454503919526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/show-with-zefrank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2714518454503919526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2714518454503919526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/show-with-zefrank.html' title='the show with zefrank'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5310537411681931468</id><published>2010-08-28T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T09:10:55.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wast Of good Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a Href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/THk1C-WuQGI/AAAAAAAABm8/POHQU82FD-8/1282873314474.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/THk1C-WuQGI/AAAAAAAABm8/POHQU82FD-8/s400/1282873314474.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I like to introduce to you a waste of good blood. I'm not talking about the hot blond you see sandwitched between some ugly guys, I'm talking about the Rogue that we've come to love, smeared with some blood on her. &lt;br/&gt; My only question is.... Is this not a wast of good blood?.. I bet it took all the strength that a vampire would have to try and not lick her smeared blood of that pale, white body of hers... &lt;br/&gt; Blah... &lt;br/&gt; Random... &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.5.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-5310537411681931468?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5310537411681931468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/wast-of-good-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5310537411681931468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5310537411681931468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/wast-of-good-blood.html' title='Wast Of good Blood'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/THk1C-WuQGI/AAAAAAAABm8/POHQU82FD-8/s72-c/1282873314474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6021249494487791098</id><published>2010-08-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:02:35.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spull skoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.outsapop.com/2010/08/spull-skoons.html"&gt;Spull skoons&lt;/a&gt;: "&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/outsapop/4912662662/" title="skull spoons by Pinky Diablo 1 by OutsaPop Trashion DIY fashion, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4912662662_8e61e1e37c_z.jpg" width="600" height="550" alt="skull spoons by Pinky Diablo 1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They're made from vintage silver by Tom Sale, aka &lt;a href="http://www.pinkydiablo.com/"&gt;Pinky Diablo&lt;/a&gt;, and are available in both tea- and table-skoon sizes. Of course, the numerous holes limit their utility as soup spoons, but they look pretty rad stirrers. Also, if the teeth were made a bit sharper they could double as tines, and it would become a 'skull spork'. These would make a fab housewarming gift for anyone 'who has it all'. I want one or two to enjoy with my Sunday morning coffee/tea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5127164492955988507-3384881629851497899?l=www.outsapop.com" alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling low, grab a skull spoon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-6021249494487791098?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.outsapop.com/2010/08/spull-skoons.html' title='Spull skoons'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6021249494487791098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/spull-skoons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6021249494487791098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6021249494487791098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/spull-skoons.html' title='Spull skoons'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4912662662_8e61e1e37c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-8250193437866890778</id><published>2010-08-26T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:33:31.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam guy moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/QD-G636t6iKJk3n6x0VIiw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/QD-G636t6iKJk3n6x0VIiw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  width="512" height="288" allowFullScreen="true"&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/584206819169008304-8250193437866890778?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8250193437866890778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/fam-guy-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8250193437866890778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8250193437866890778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/fam-guy-moments.html' title='Fam guy moments'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5518955911524788226</id><published>2010-08-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:25:53.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays cloths, Yesterdays Treasures</title><content type='html'>It's cloths that I have had since.... Man, I think My oldest cloth is sometime around tenth grade. Can you believe that? Some of these cloths I still can get into so I keep them. I think that you can do that. It's like my mom says, Ventage. &lt;br /&gt;The way I look at it, I have these cloths because I know that once the seasons out, there will be a rotation of cloths that resembles something that came from the mid 90's. That's ok because I can tell people about the grung era. I can represent that person that tells you about the 60's and how cool it was to walk around in nothing but sandals. &lt;br /&gt;    that's my T-shirt blog.. Now off to find that Structure baseball long sleeve. It's in a box in the attic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-5518955911524788226?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5518955911524788226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-cloths-yesterdays-treasures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5518955911524788226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5518955911524788226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/todays-cloths-yesterdays-treasures.html' title='Todays cloths, Yesterdays Treasures'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6995528728786058730</id><published>2010-08-21T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:30:57.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling is fun</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time. I can't even remember the last time I bowled, but one thing is for sure, the alley hasn't seen the last of me. Maybe it has.. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; Problem is, I always can never find the right ball for the job and once I do find a good ball, the holes always seem a little bit to small for me. It's a sad world right, but I do what I can. &lt;br/&gt; We got free passes for twenty games. I have tried to spin the ball, making it curve ever so slightly, but I find that it works when it wants to. Other times, its right in the gutter, but manages to bounce right back up to hit that pin its closes to. I seen to have the gutter down pat. Let's try for a strike shall we. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.3.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-6995528728786058730?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6995528728786058730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/bowling-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6995528728786058730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6995528728786058730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/bowling-is-fun.html' title='bowling is fun'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1027517662743019788</id><published>2010-08-17T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:43:05.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I will look for a house with Josh</title><content type='html'>Today, I will go with josh and look at a house. I hope that he gets it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-1027517662743019788?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1027517662743019788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-will-look-for-house-with-josh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1027517662743019788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1027517662743019788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-i-will-look-for-house-with-josh.html' title='Today I will look for a house with Josh'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1007652432552982219</id><published>2010-08-09T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T05:26:37.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>waiting for work, and random rants.</title><content type='html'>Waiting for something can sometimes be really hard. Like me waiting to start work. I don't really want to wait for work thats just not fun waiting. If I was waiting on something like a new car or a pony, that would be fun. Although, I really don't know what I would do with a new pony. Maybe I would ride to work, only using the slow lane, not to disturb the fast moving cars. &lt;br/&gt; I would wave at the little children and through candy at their cars. &lt;br/&gt; Looks like my rides here. My pony... How does that sound when you read it? &lt;br/&gt; gay? &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-1007652432552982219?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1007652432552982219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-for-work-and-random-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1007652432552982219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1007652432552982219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-for-work-and-random-rants.html' title='waiting for work, and random rants.'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2465640234628098512</id><published>2010-08-09T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T05:20:11.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>sitting</title><content type='html'>Life &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-2465640234628098512?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2465640234628098512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/sitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2465640234628098512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2465640234628098512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/08/sitting.html' title='sitting'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2626474917756766305</id><published>2010-07-28T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:45:24.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy day</title><content type='html'>Man, What a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hi my name is Jason. I like to tell you that I work in a coffee shop however, I feel like it’s more like a slushie shop.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a nation wide payday and while I’m just one man up against a crowd that wants Frapps, I crumble at the site of teens that just want sugar rather than coffee. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a record player. I’m sure you’ve seen the photos on facebook, but I still like to tell you about it. It was a long time coming. I was collecting records for the longest time, but without something to play them on, they were collecting dust. &lt;br /&gt;I discovered (years ago) that Target had an awesome selection of record players and I decided to get one. &lt;br /&gt;My payday was my music freedom. Playing music with all the pops and analog that my ears can handle.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep listening to Frank Sinatra last night. September something or other. The point is that the sounds of Frank was so awesome that it provided me with a good night sleep. Something That I haven’t got in a long time because of Puppy…&lt;br /&gt;Oh puppy. I can’t really blame all my un-sleep on the puppy. I can however, blame the puppy on not being able to sleep in. I do blame the puppy for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two more weeks of school and then the summer session is a close!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that I have two much longer. I guess I really should check on that. I think I have three more semesters. I have finished all the crappy classes and now finishing all the classes that require me for my degree. That makes me happy. It makes me happy to know that one day I will hang up my sbucks hat and make some money with something that I really like to do. &lt;br /&gt;On that note! I will come to a close. &lt;br /&gt;Night.. I’m not checking over this note for spelling.. I’m to tired for all that.. So if the grammar is awful.. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-2626474917756766305?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2626474917756766305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/crazy-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2626474917756766305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2626474917756766305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/crazy-day.html' title='Crazy day'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6078531076353690265</id><published>2010-07-26T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:39:52.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music blog'/><title type='text'>a new thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have thought about starting a new blog for quite some time now and I think that the time is now. &lt;br /&gt; the new blog will be mostly about music and everything about it.  &lt;br /&gt; I hope to generate some topics as well as talk about some new music that's out that you  might not have head about.  &lt;br /&gt; keep watch and tell me what you think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note.. I did nothing with the blog about music.. instead I wrote a new blog about something completely different.. Psjasonbrock.. check it out &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-6078531076353690265?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6078531076353690265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6078531076353690265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6078531076353690265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-thought.html' title='a new thought...'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6093796574136670543</id><published>2010-07-11T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:06:21.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TDpJAY8yTMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GZhFMGqUWSY/s1600/CIMG0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TDpJAY8yTMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GZhFMGqUWSY/s320/CIMG0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492782966577974466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TDpG3XT7BAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZZ6Ur5_xyFs/s1600/SANY0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TDpG3XT7BAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZZ6Ur5_xyFs/s320/SANY0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492780612496065538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So.. there was NYC and that was just awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Seattle which is always awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about it is.. I love to head out and just go. I really love to travel and I want to do it again... and again and again.. &lt;br /&gt;until I see the world. These are the things I think about while you are working. Heck, These are things I think about when I'm working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us move on from that and kick it back.&lt;br /&gt;School is good. I like what I'm taking, but I feel redundant when I tell you that I really want to be out of school :)&lt;br /&gt;and that sumes it up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more when It happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-6093796574136670543?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6093796574136670543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6093796574136670543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6093796574136670543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/TDpJAY8yTMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GZhFMGqUWSY/s72-c/CIMG0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1826791960425738262</id><published>2010-06-03T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:30:19.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this home set up going on.. and it's good.</title><content type='html'>So I got a room.. Ok it's not a room, but it's about as close to a room as I can make it. For a while I was sleeping on some sheets on a floor, about 5 confronters to be exact. It worked for a while, but now I have moved up in the world to a mattress. Still on the floor, I'm ok because it's not that bad and not to long. &lt;br /&gt;The point of the story is to talk about my room. It's an office and filled more with my parents stuff more than my stuff. Never the less, it's my room and makes me happy. There are points when I could find myself going a little crazy for the lack of no door, but what can you do. It makes for sleeping in not really happening at all. There are TV's going at about 8am every morning. &lt;br /&gt;That's sad when there is late nights.. and the need to want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-1826791960425738262?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1826791960425738262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-this-home-set-up-going-on-and-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1826791960425738262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1826791960425738262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-this-home-set-up-going-on-and-its.html' title='I got this home set up going on.. and it&apos;s good.'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1591957346933224582</id><published>2010-04-20T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:17:39.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok... so it's something more than what I was going for</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cbrockj%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teacher of awesomeness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a teacher’s award that I could give, it would have to go to my shop professor.&lt;br /&gt;He is just all around awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I have for right now. I can tell you that I would like to have a job outside of Starbucks. Ah, the dreams of something that seems so far away. Is it really far away? Not as far away as that gray hair man that keeps walking around in circles. I think he's looking for his teeth, but I may be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought of a new blog. Cooking food and giving it away to random people.&lt;br /&gt;Walking up on the side of the street and telling random people that I had just cooked it.. I remember that I had some left over food from a restaurant one late afternoon back in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.. Going home, I thought to give it away, but the homeless man said that he rather have the dollar instead. How about that?? I think he also said that what I had chosen would have upset his stomach.  How about that for some randomness?? I do like some randomness :) makes my personal world go round and a round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel just got Skype. That's really cool.. Does everyone know what Skype is? Well.. It’s chat and a video and there are other things attached with it.. Something with a USB cord and a telephone, but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;The point of that less than perfect paragraph is that Joel and I communicated over the web.. (Something that I didn't think would happen let alone by his own will) would a web cam be bought that would link families together in a way that we can talk, broadcasted over the WWW and into computers all over. Where are we... who cares.. We (the family) can be there at a moments notice with a little help of a.) computer  b.) webcam  c.) 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It's all about the love&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-3465468814649523785?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3465468814649523785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-want-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3465468814649523785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3465468814649523785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-want-to-say.html' title='I just want to say'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-9102045089217935615</id><published>2010-04-02T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:20:07.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>The Day before my night Trip</title><content type='html'>Ah, soft music in the morning. How is it when I have to wake up early in the morning, I just want to sleep in as late as I possibly can? Today, I don't have a thing to do in the morning and I woke up at 7am. &lt;div&gt;All is quite in the house. It's like that quite before the storm. When two kids wake up it's going to be nothing less than all tv's on, running around the house. My little bro with his PSP talking about which super hero can beat the other super hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, after work I will drive up to see my parents and grandparents for Easter. This will be nice since I haven't seen them in a long time. The thing is that I don't want to make the late night drive, but I know that It's better than leaving in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope that we get off at a decent hour tonight. The later I get out of work the longer the trip is going to seem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I leave, I must get my tale light fixed. I have been neglecting to do this for quite some time. I'm not even going to tell you how long my head light has been out before I fixed that, but the good thing is that I wont look like a motorcycle in dark nights, far away anymore. &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-9102045089217935615?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9102045089217935615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-before-my-night-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/9102045089217935615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/9102045089217935615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-before-my-night-trip.html' title='The Day before my night Trip'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-9121410048154144297</id><published>2010-03-27T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:59:05.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;When ever I feel like talking about something, I just talk about it. It's like this man standing in front of me. He's a tall, slinder man. Much could be said about his rain coat on a sunny day.&amp;nbsp; I think that maybe he knows something I don't. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I wore something out of place it was a scarf, inside, but in my defence it was only wraped around me because I was heading out in the cold or what's considered the cold in the south.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking about health care. What does it mean to you? What does it mean to me? I have no idea (the bill)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. I still haven't got a chance to look at it. On one side people hate it and on the other people are in love with the thing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont know what to think. I would like to think its a good thing however, I don't think its going to be our saving grace like some people make it out to be. Still, I just sit back and wait. That's all I can do, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I move up in my coffee line I sign off. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-9121410048154144297?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9121410048154144297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/9121410048154144297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/9121410048154144297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4089014506040283667</id><published>2010-03-24T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:39:14.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title... out of titles for today</title><content type='html'>The gentle hum of the ice maker. The ever so quite brew station. &lt;div&gt;The madness is something to take account where theres nothing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people are not coming to the mall.. that's a good thing.. I get to chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlfriend has recently been promoted to Manager at her company. This is awesome. I'm happy that she is getting noticed for something that she is good at. I think she is going to do really well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost a good thing that I didn't get a chance to go to Seattle for spring break. I think if we would have gone, there would not really be any time off for the both of us.. and the Masters is coming up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People that don't know what the Masters is.. It's one of the major golf events. It's going to be a mad house here in Augusta. I can see this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the locals will jet out and other people will be in.. I hope that's the case. I also hope that if I have to miss my spring break to work at the mall and get ready for this than it better be busy or I just might scream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace and rant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/584206819169008304-4089014506040283667?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4089014506040283667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-title-out-of-titles-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4089014506040283667'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-4499317441541730698?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4499317441541730698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4499317441541730698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4499317441541730698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn_09.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6452699886644987235</id><published>2010-03-09T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:29:26.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>I have nyc things to talk about soon as I have a chance to finish my blog. so keep waiting. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-6452699886644987235?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6452699886644987235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6452699886644987235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6452699886644987235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4948043591039514340</id><published>2010-01-23T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:56:10.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something told me it's all happening at the ZOO</title><content type='html'>Ah the zoo!! I would like to go to the zoo, but I choose NYC instead. &lt;div&gt;That is the update as for right now. I will be heading out for a small little VACA soon and not soon enough. NYC with Clarissa for about 4 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I decide to stay because I'm snowed in, Maria.. you can have all the recordings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to talk about school.. School is going well.. as I knew it would. It's really easy for me and the only hard moments are when.. I'm staring at the computer, wondering when I can make the mouse move without the use of my hand. As you can tell, there are moments of where I loose all grips of whats happening and I have to come to terms... Jason, Get back to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teacher is old and sometimes forgets where she is. This is an over statement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need golf shoes... &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/584206819169008304-4948043591039514340?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4948043591039514340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-told-me-its-all-happening-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4948043591039514340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4948043591039514340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-told-me-its-all-happening-at.html' title='Something told me it&apos;s all happening at the ZOO'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2676048982287261558</id><published>2009-11-28T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:21:00.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-2676048982287261558?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2676048982287261558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2676048982287261558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2676048982287261558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-8324731134651818678</id><published>2009-10-23T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:42:57.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up! It's Fall Charlie Bronza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Baskerville;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="SB" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em; "&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Hiragino Mincho Pro'"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 48.0px Baskerville; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; |sens|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;a faculty by which the body perceives an external stimulus; one of the faculties of sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(Sound) April 20, 2009 11:42pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;There is a sound that seems to come in the middle of the night. Only in the middle of the night does this sound choose to awaken me from my deep state of REM. It happens without fail, it can be explained and predicted. The explanation is a simple one in which heat rises up the stairs and sticks to the paint buckets. All 10 of them and heats them up ever so slightly causing them to expand and contrast. This awesome wonder of science makes "pop" noises in the middle of the night, wakes me up, and causes sleep time to become increasingly difficult...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(Taste) October 13, 2009 10:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Baskerville"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;One of the joys of a kiss is the feeling that you get when it happens. Life suddenly seems to stop as if time it's self has take moments off just so you, you can feel the moment of sudden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 48.0px Baskerville; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;jubilation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(sight) Every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I woke up to the light that creeps inside my window. The sun fought and won the battle of the blinds that covered my window. I would tell you about my lack of room in which I stay. I would mutter endlessly about the office in which my head abides, but in doing this would only make me long for the days of a place in which I had four corners to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(Smell) October 9, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most of my winter stuff is still in a box. I could ware long sleeves a little longer back in Seattle, but in the South, there was no need to let my Winter cloths take up closet space. When it started getting a little colder, I found the box which my winter attire abided. Some of the cloths in there, I was happy to see and the others I wondered why I held on to them. I opened up the box and I could still smell Seattle. It was really just a recollection of my apartment, but I like to think that It was a little of Seattle in there. My old hoodie was tucked in the box. It's a deep gray almost as it was a muddy color to the appearance of my eye. There is a rip on the side of the sleeve. I have the rip closed with two product red safety pens that I got while working for the Gap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;It's a big hoodie. Not so big as if to fit another person in it with me, but the thought of that makes me warm inside so I wish it was that big. I am waring a t-shirt, black and fairly tight around my body. I slide the hoodie on. I can't wait to wash it, but I also don't want that smell to leave. It's not a bad smell, but a smell that brings back memories. Moments waiting in the cold, rainy days for the bus. Early mornings before class and after class coffee. Cooking in the apartment while watching the snow outside. Wonderful memories that I will hold onto even when I let my hoodie go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;(touch) Everyday… Every Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait to hold you, Sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span abs="1" class="sense" style="display: block; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-8324731134651818678?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8324731134651818678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up-its-fall-charlie-bronza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8324731134651818678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8324731134651818678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up-its-fall-charlie-bronza.html' title='Wake up! It&apos;s Fall Charlie Bronza.'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6769873924288603702</id><published>2009-10-17T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:11:52.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life</title><content type='html'>"It's been a lazy week and we owe it all to the weather outside. It's funny how most conversations start around the weather. I wonder if I will be that old man that talks non-stop about the weather and it's effects on local, personal moods," -JB&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My mornings usually start around 7am. Which is a good time.. it's not to freakishly early and it's not to late to think about wrapping up the day. On this gray day, I walked outside to notice the wind was a slight chill, The feeling was somewhere between cold and man up with your jacket on. I walked down my side porch stairs to my car. My bug is sitting there. I can imagine my car winking at me if it could. It just looks like that car that gives winks. Thats what I think about randomly.. Thats what goes through my mind every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ground is a gravel that hurts when you walk bear foot, but I do it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look up and wonder if it's going to rain. It's rained here for the past couple days. I kind of miss that weather.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone has a slight charge.I had forgotten to charge it the night before so I was left with one bar of battery life. It's really ok. No one really calls me anyway. Back in Seattle, my friends mostly just use facebook or chat via AIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN THE CAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car is semi-clean... I did cleaning the week before this one. It really needed it. The floor mats were sandy and there were copies of the New York Times all over the back seat. Sometimes the paper makes it out of my car for a good morning read other times, It lies just folded on the back seat of my car. I have many of coffee tumblers and one thermal (the Awesome, red Coffee thrum). There are papers stuffed to the side of the car's side door pouch. The papers are not important, but I hold on to them just incase I need.. a non important paper I guess. They will get tosses in the next week or so and the cycle begins again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end..&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;/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;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&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/584206819169008304-6769873924288603702?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6769873924288603702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/bam-with-some-badda-bings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6769873924288603702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6769873924288603702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/bam-with-some-badda-bings.html' title='a day in the life'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-3981666257537194439</id><published>2009-10-09T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:16:13.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paragon of the man</title><content type='html'>Morning is where we shall start. I leave my thermal coffee mug out in the car. It's to late to go back so I press on. I don't want to be late so I have to press on.&lt;br /&gt;This class is an all day class.. Dare to say that thermal mug gets me through the day. In class, we spend the first 20 min talking about anything we want to talk about. One person in the class wanted to know why our President is getting a Nobel Prize. I kind of want to know that as well. I don't really think anythings been done yet... so what's up?&lt;br /&gt;My computer is slow. It's the craziest design I have seen for a computer. There is something about it that screams, TOUCH ME! DON'T USE THE MOUSE. Alas, the sleek mid 90's design cries something from what was promised from a 50's flying car which nothing that came of it. I do notice that it's wonderful to hide behind when the need for evading questions arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop is different.. I forgot to add that after the 20 talk, we head to the shop to start, finish, or wait on our projects. I was the fortunate one to have a milling machine today; A tall, drill press contraption that is mainly used to skim .001's of an inch or a surface, Kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I spent the whole time getting this little block of mettle to size, scale or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually head back to the class room about 4:30 to chat some more.. It can be fun at times.. I think the guys make the class the best because it is all guys in this class except for one girl, but she fits in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give a man grunt, but my handicap precludes me of this (computer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-3981666257537194439?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3981666257537194439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/paragon-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3981666257537194439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3981666257537194439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/paragon-of-man.html' title='A Paragon of the man'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1363864445380375546</id><published>2009-10-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:39:07.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frequently out of REM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Last night was strange. I feel asleep around 12 o’clock at night. I remember waking up, fully awake like I had just slept for hours and was ready to start the day off right with some fruit loops. I wondered what time it was because I couldn't have been out for too long. I walked into the kitchen and saw that it was only 2 am. I had only been asleep for 2 hours! How about that. I think I was in nap mode.. It was the only explanation that I could come up with at the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I had a dream not to long ago that I was riding in my bug. It was a gray day and I could tell that I was still in the South. The roads were wet and the fields were ether yellow with wheat or dead with a slight kaki color. There is not much that I remember, but from what I do remember; I had ended up in a tree and my bug was sitting on a branch.. The branch was strong, but bowed over and not touching the ground so I was still high in the tree… before I knew it, I was awoken by the sound of up and adam kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The next night I had a dream where I was in a Lamborghini following some strange woman in a black trench coat; She was tall and thin. She held the coat together with her hands and never looked my direction.. I was always behind her. Actually I was always parked somewhere close, but behind just in case she needed a ride.. She never did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;The setting was a cold night in the city. I couldn’t tell you what city it was because I never seen or been in that particular city before. I did know that the girl and I were always under a bridge of some sort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Soft daylights of reconstruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;What the night kills the light sheds and brings new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;I wish I was in a class that required me to write a paper.. I feel that I am at my most creative when I’m made to say something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Music is an everyday part of life for me. I wish that I could break it down to some kind of precent so I could know how much I listen to a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt; I would like to meet someone that dislikes music… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;----end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/584206819169008304-1363864445380375546?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1363864445380375546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/frequently-out-of-rem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1363864445380375546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1363864445380375546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/frequently-out-of-rem.html' title='Frequently out of REM'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-9112522694558969730</id><published>2009-09-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:45:03.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put It In Motion</title><content type='html'>As September draws to a close, I say goodbye to that crazy month that sounds like it should be a cold month when, in facto... it's just another extension of another hot, humid month in the South. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;SKINNY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The lowdown is that I just got an awesome guitar that I'm absolutely in love with. It's sleek, hollow body is something awe of but, of course the sound is soft and mellow. It looks like a county western guitar, but with a chance to cry out rockin' jazz or something to that effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;I, after all theses years have just bought my first set of gear for sound recording. It's nothing really high dollar, but it will give me the chance to record in digital and not the awful internet mic way which i had been doing for the past several years. It was a long time coming. I still need some more stuff before i can lay down some songs ie. a mic and some monitors, but that is a process that is moving along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;work is work and Starbucks has just launched something that I thought was awesome. It's VIA time! For you that do not know what VIA is, it's fine, micro ground coffee and devolves instantly in hot or cold water. If you know me, and I hope you do can appreciate this awesome invention as much as I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;School is school. I'm loving what I do, but I can't wait to be done with it so I can start something real! A real job of some kind would be awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt; As for the latter parts of life, there about the same. I have been listening to music and if you seem me, I have some sort of head phone attached to me, but I never really am without my pod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;I have come across some really awesome music and have been buying the Beatles cd's that I haven't had. The digital ones that have been released sound amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; "&gt;and that's kinda what's up.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, serif; "&gt;"The love you take is equal to the love you make," Paul McCartney &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/584206819169008304-9112522694558969730?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9112522694558969730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-it-in-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/9112522694558969730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/9112522694558969730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-it-in-motion.html' title='Put It In Motion'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5786125365644052041</id><published>2009-08-06T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:54:11.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In regards of telling you something...</title><content type='html'>Today is oil change day! I woke up really early this morning because I know that if there was a moment of delay then it would take about 3hr for an oil change. Apparently Firestone is the hot topic when it comes to an oil change in Aiken. &lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm in a waiting room at the doctors office. There is a burnt pot of coffee right in front of me. For a moment I thought about making my way over to the pot and risking the inevitable. If I were to douce the mud with cream and a little sugar then just maybe my body could separate the caffeine molecules and properly send them to my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    There is a man to the side of me that is swaying to and fro. While he's looking at his bill; I am am watching some good morning segment on Jeremy Piven. I don't really know what's going on with that interview, but I do know that it's going well because of the smile on Piven's face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just looked outside to see my car is still in the parking lot. It's going to take every bit of two hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       I think I'm going to grab me some of that coffee... &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/584206819169008304-5786125365644052041?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5786125365644052041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-regards-of-telling-you-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5786125365644052041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5786125365644052041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-regards-of-telling-you-something.html' title='In regards of telling you something...'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5513741916648824273</id><published>2009-07-25T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:30:01.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being for the love of whatever and ever... amen</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I feel the need to write about something, but I haven't really put my finger on it as of yet. So i might just spend some time rambling on about nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is going to be a crazy week; between work and school it's going to be no stop for 7 days.. rest and sleep are actually going to take up time, but that's the life as of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate Sprint right now. It's to bad that you have to sign a contract with cell phone companies. I wish there would be some kinda cell phone revolution that would sweep the nation and get rid of cell phone contracts. I really don't see the need for them besides keeping people locked into something that the cell phone people know you are going to hate after a while. It's been my experience that people hate there phones after a while, but that obligation locks you in for what seems like eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate  windows, but I do want one of the little, tiny computers that are out and about. You know the ones that you can't do anything with besides go online or write a paper. I just think there really good for on the go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Apple had a little tiny computer... that would be awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a cup; kids coffee cup that is small... I kinda would like to have it... I might take a picture of it to show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want a DSLR, I think it's time for me to get one... I have taken pictures with a point and shoot for about 6 years now and the need to move on to something better seems to be the way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is almost over for the summer Qt. I'm sure I have a two week break. I want to go to the beach or something fun... that's if I can get time off work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I got..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramble on........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/584206819169008304-5513741916648824273?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5513741916648824273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-for-love-of-whatever-and-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5513741916648824273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5513741916648824273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-for-love-of-whatever-and-ever.html' title='Being for the love of whatever and ever... amen'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-699596980852847658</id><published>2009-07-08T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:09:23.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Inertia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    My classes are coming to an end and it's time to start the Fall registration. The college I attend; there are two ways to register for classes: one is to go to a computer and search for classes based on this list of other classes. from this list is compiled a category of classes that is based around your degree however, You never know if the classes you hope to take are really offered. It feels like the college just puts all kinds of classes on the site. The other way of taking care of business is to meet with your adviser and talk to him about what you should take.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SlS2ZrMaesI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/08WhJiDd2gE/s1600-h/DSC04667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SlS2ZrMaesI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/08WhJiDd2gE/s320/DSC04667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356106409058138818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly talk to my adviser because I get some human interaction about the up and coming classes and what he thinks will go good together with the previous classes taken and so on.&lt;br /&gt;   Today, I found that my major was changed to automotive. A unrealistic choice and something that I would never change my major to was in fact changed today... or yesterday... or sometime.&lt;br /&gt;This led me to change my major back to EGT. (engineering and graphics)&lt;br /&gt;It is at this point when I met the most gorgeous woman behind the counter. I haven't seen anyone like her yet since I've been back to the South. She left my heart and my head spinning as if i just slipped into some sort of Vertigo.&lt;br /&gt;She sparked up a conversation other than the purpose of me being there. I could tell she was interested in me as well, but she was extremely busy and I could tell it was not the right moment to ask her for coffee or something.&lt;br /&gt;It's safe to say that the Self Registration office is one that I might have to frequent quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready for my up and coming camping trip~&lt;br /&gt;Excited and ready for something different, I will boast a positive occurrence of nature while I roll up my pant leg and play in the water. I guess I should leave my adult hood to the side and act like a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a fishing pole&lt;br /&gt;Make soap out of leafs&lt;br /&gt;and shoot something with a homemade bow and arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The END&lt;br /&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/584206819169008304-699596980852847658?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/699596980852847658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/moments-of-inertia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/699596980852847658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/699596980852847658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/moments-of-inertia.html' title='Moments of Inertia'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SlS2ZrMaesI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/08WhJiDd2gE/s72-c/DSC04667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-8307443288298357017</id><published>2009-07-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:20:54.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the Camping trip!</title><content type='html'>I have waited a while for the camping trip of 2009! this week will be the amazing fantastical magical camping tour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I found this book that I found stuck between other books and on top of other books that teaches you how to make soap from leaves and such. I actually want to try and make soap from leaves.. I have to find some pine or something, but I know that South Carolina has plenty of pine around so there will not be an absence of pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to write about the camping trip for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-8307443288298357017?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8307443288298357017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/ready-for-camping-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8307443288298357017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8307443288298357017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/ready-for-camping-trip.html' title='Ready for the Camping trip!'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5886394881984085282</id><published>2009-07-04T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:20:43.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that....</title><content type='html'>I think that people are a collection of cells on a larger body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Beatles would have rocked the 70's if it wasn't for Yoko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that 30min lunch breaks are just enough time to wait in line for your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that music downloads should be cheeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that cell phone contracts bite and there need's to be a reevaluation of the whole agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that money should go father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that credit card companies should just vanish. we should do back to the hand shake method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that there will never be peace in the east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that North Kora and there pig of a leader is an unleashing of the 3rd riche all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinks that Disney World/land should reevaluate there bottled water prices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks twice about taking a train for a means of travel unless i have an extra 8 days i want to spend watching life pass at 50 miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks the Government controls the weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks way too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-5886394881984085282?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5886394881984085282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5886394881984085282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5886394881984085282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-that.html' title='I think that....'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2043632028232398657</id><published>2009-07-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:08:28.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro posters (one of my favorite art)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-Z_etNP5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ISVANJugatc/s1600-h/image48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-Z_etNP5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ISVANJugatc/s320/image48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667797820293010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-Z6RgvlII/AAAAAAAAAGA/rLMpzqNcyQQ/s1600-h/image46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-Z6RgvlII/AAAAAAAAAGA/rLMpzqNcyQQ/s320/image46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667708379010178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZpmSkC9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zlF6e0HrOY8/s1600-h/image42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZpmSkC9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zlF6e0HrOY8/s320/image42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667421898902482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-Zjx0-4SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vzbZ7HhMbZ8/s1600-h/image12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-Zjx0-4SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vzbZ7HhMbZ8/s320/image12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667321916842274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZTQtrFqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PeErXL13Npc/s1600-h/image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZTQtrFqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PeErXL13Npc/s320/image10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667038149908130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZO2VGPQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tL4qUudOELM/s1600-h/image09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZO2VGPQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tL4qUudOELM/s320/image09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354666962348031234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZKUQjptI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cJ1t2BDpjng/s1600-h/image05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZKUQjptI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cJ1t2BDpjng/s320/image05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354666884482705106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZzQSouCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TKiBpICeUNw/s1600-h/image35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZzQSouCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TKiBpICeUNw/s320/image35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354667587792320546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZBy6rb2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/iSsKiX6sFls/s1600-h/image01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-ZBy6rb2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/iSsKiX6sFls/s320/image01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354666738093616994" 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/584206819169008304-2043632028232398657?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2043632028232398657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/retro-posters-one-of-my-favorite-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2043632028232398657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2043632028232398657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/retro-posters-one-of-my-favorite-art.html' title='Retro posters (one of my favorite art)'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sk-Z_etNP5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/ISVANJugatc/s72-c/image48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2298963762794855561</id><published>2009-07-03T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:06:03.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven Hawkings' Chair is really a time machine. He's just holding out on us.</title><content type='html'>In recent articles about England has been more that something to write home about. I remember thinking a while ago that life would be much cooler if I lived in a place that was much cooler. London or somewhere in that area would be the pinnacle of all things most high and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;In a online artical London was said to have close to 2,034 crimes per 100,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;There was a funny little chart called The League Of Shame which posted all the crimes in the European nation.&lt;br /&gt;So with the evident crime rate.. I think I will hold off on London for a while; not that I was going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about it here :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1196941/The-violent-country-Europe-Britain-worse-South-Africa-U-S.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to a lot of Oasis lately. It was one song that really got me back into the mix. Hey Now from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's the Story, Morning Glory? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about that Oasis album, I have been listening to a lot of 90's albums.. I still call them albums, I will do so till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news; a fish was found with human teeth. Is this an evident form of global destruction of the high seas?? God, I hope not. I enjoy swimming in the ocean and from time to time I'll try to serf around with the board, but with this news; fish with teeth.. What is the the world coming too?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the post is true. I like to think it was designed for the magazines that you see in the super market Weekly World News or something like that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Head Found! Tells where Jimmy Hoffa is buried  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6X0pq71c8Ng/Sk3emlDShAI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Wp6-OdvoxBI/s1600/human_teeth_01.jpg" alt="[human_teeth_01.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://newglobalwarmingeffects.com/2009/07/03/fish-with-human-teeth/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Scary right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't really think it's real, but it's funny to see a a fish with teeth.. able to eat carrots and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluded post... Nothing really to add about my life, but the the life of others; fish with teeth killing people in England (takes me back to the Bloke days) and Steven Hawkings' Chair is really a time machine. He's just holding out on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-2298963762794855561?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2298963762794855561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-from-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2298963762794855561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2298963762794855561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-from-reading.html' title='Steven Hawkings&apos; Chair is really a time machine. He&apos;s just holding out on us.'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6X0pq71c8Ng/Sk3emlDShAI/AAAAAAAAB8o/Wp6-OdvoxBI/s72-c/human_teeth_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1337057307718393105</id><published>2009-06-27T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:54:48.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SkaVBHvJJJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wzLNPisBEbs/s1600-h/dream+of+something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SkaVBHvJJJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wzLNPisBEbs/s400/dream+of+something.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352129053665600658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day! or the moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-1337057307718393105?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1337057307718393105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/picture-of-day-or-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1337057307718393105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1337057307718393105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/picture-of-day-or-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SkaVBHvJJJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wzLNPisBEbs/s72-c/dream+of+something.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1786923380563091942</id><published>2009-06-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:02:35.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog can only be described as esoteric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SkZThRtGymI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LlnK0ZfDHUk/s1600-h/a+blog+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352057038329793122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SkZThRtGymI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LlnK0ZfDHUk/s320/a+blog+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is a steady stream of people rushing in and out of the coffee shop. Orders are being called out loud, but with the constant grinding of ice from the blender; the orders fade into nothing but mumbles. I’m not sure what the steady rush was all about. It could have been something on the lines of 104 degree weather that we had today.&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;THE NEXT DAY&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;It’s getting hotter and hotter here in the South. I think it’s caused by all the people blowing off steam; four heads getting over heated is somehow making it’s way to the atmosphere causing some drastic from of sultry.&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;As I read in CBS blog, I see that there is a mother being charged neglecting her son. The result is a son that is now over 555 lbs. Should the Gov’t be allowed to step in and do something? Is that right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;While I was in line, my friend made the comment to me, “Starbucks provides what people want and that is more sugar,” I looked around and told her that I see it, referring to the drastic effects of people that acquire more than 50 milligrams of sugar in there… what ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;I recently bought a pair of my very first Chuck Taylor’s awesome shoe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;It was regarded as bobo's by a my moms visiting friend. I’m not sure if she is up-to-date on the pop culture phrase, but it could be taken in two ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;-- A person who combines affluence and a successful career with a preference for countercultural ideas and artifacts.-- as defined by Wordspy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;The word is actually a blend of a common phrase bourgeois bohemian. The term has been wielded as a mild insult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;I’m not really sure what my mom’s friend was really talking about when she saw that I had a pair, but I took it as an insult in her reference that I should draw on them and wear some type of rainbow pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;Her, now archaic past lifestyle brings forth a new suggesting thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;Be carful what you say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-1786923380563091942?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1786923380563091942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-blog-can-only-be-described-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1786923380563091942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1786923380563091942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-blog-can-only-be-described-as.html' title='This blog can only be described as esoteric'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SkZThRtGymI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LlnK0ZfDHUk/s72-c/a+blog+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-3879448304712347894</id><published>2009-06-24T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:20:50.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hashing Up Old Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In between time to write and the growing homework assignments, I don't have that much time to write creatively, but I do find time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story that I wrote a while ago called &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Linguistics of Coffee Talk, &lt;/span&gt;which was a really fun story to write and later became a project for my creative writing class. I let that story sit for a while with the intentions of coming back to it later and finishing it. The goal was to make it a short story by mixing in another story that I was currently working on called, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Only Living Boy In Seattle. &lt;/span&gt;With these two storys, combined would show there differences, but with the twist of combining storys from two parts of the United States and the prospective of writing in Seattle and South Carolina would give the reader a chance to have two diffenent life experences in one story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goals are easy, but the challanging endeavor is to combind the two stories so that they make logical sence.&lt;br /&gt;There is one basic theory and the only twist I could come up with to make the two stories coexist.&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is where I end this blog.&lt;br /&gt;don't expect a story anytime soon, but do expect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-3879448304712347894?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3879448304712347894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/hashing-up-old-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3879448304712347894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3879448304712347894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/hashing-up-old-stories.html' title='Hashing Up Old Stories'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6194929316708238946</id><published>2009-06-23T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:00:20.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the News "KODACHROME Film, concluding its 74-year run."</title><content type='html'>" They say all good things in life come to an end. Today we announced that Kodak will retire KODACHROME Film, concluding its 74-year run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move to a life that is more digital we push out the old and usher in the new. The new is always better than the old except when people start remembering the old and start longing for it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a cycle that we face with many facets of life.&lt;br /&gt;Film has a speacial place in my heart and when I hear about another type of film being tossed to the side; makes me feel like the more personal feel is being tossed with it.&lt;br /&gt;   So I bow to another bit of (old) lost to the void of rapped progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kodak.com/eknec/PageQuerier.jhtml?pq-path=15398&amp;amp;pq-locale=en_US&amp;amp;_requestid=5606"&gt;http://www.kodak.com/eknec/PageQuerier.jhtml?pq-path=15398&amp;amp;pq-locale=en_US&amp;amp;_requestid=5606&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-6194929316708238946?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6194929316708238946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-news-kodachrome-film-concluding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6194929316708238946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6194929316708238946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-news-kodachrome-film-concluding.html' title='A Day in the News &quot;KODACHROME Film, concluding its 74-year run.&quot;'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4590124197955737153</id><published>2009-06-15T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:07:15.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly Shaken and Gestured ( of course to be taken lightly)</title><content type='html'>With a light sigh she hands me my coffee cup. I go into submission as I drink the last legal stimulate.&lt;br /&gt;later that day, I walk into the gym where I hear the talks of weather. It seems to be a common ground for people. A hey followed by how it feels out side. I thought I was bad in Seattle. I think I talked about the weather like it was the topic for everyday conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Yadda Yadda, sure is cold out here or Yadda yadda is there something about this random act of sun we're having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear it's more along the lines of it's hot and it might rain, but we're never quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;The weather man is what airplane pilots were to little kids back in the 60's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a bit of random... I have recently discovered, but have always known about this new inner liking to Bossa nova. I think it's the constant randomness to search for something unknown to the kids in my generation. While they have the radio and Tv to tell them what to listen to, I have something call intuition for stimulation for the inner ear. It usually starts when I remember an artist from the past that I used to listen to then branches off. My mind usually hides my musical moments of childhood like a gnome would protect earths secret treasures.&lt;br /&gt;I would like another movement to occure. actually I long for something to happen so awesome so revelutanery that it could not be styffled by any record lable nor critic.&lt;br /&gt;Choosing not to express the movement at this time is something only holding me back by a werry mind, tired and longing for a rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-4590124197955737153?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4590124197955737153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomly-shaken-and-gestured-of-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4590124197955737153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4590124197955737153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomly-shaken-and-gestured-of-course.html' title='Randomly Shaken and Gestured ( of course to be taken lightly)'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4765468970146655662</id><published>2009-06-10T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:13:53.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S.-Cuba relations: Fifty tense years: News: Wake County: Independent Weekly: Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.indyweek.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=395977"&gt;U.S.-Cuba relations: Fifty tense years: News: Wake County: Independent Weekly: Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-4765468970146655662?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4765468970146655662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/us-cuba-relations-fifty-tense-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4765468970146655662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4765468970146655662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/us-cuba-relations-fifty-tense-years.html' title='U.S.-Cuba relations: Fifty tense years: News: Wake County: Independent Weekly: Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-3934316740629549011</id><published>2009-06-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:13:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is somewhat better when thngs are writen on bathroom stalls</title><content type='html'>Have you ever walked into a bathroom and there be nothing on the bathroom wall.. you find that you are in and out a lot faster than if you were to encounter a bathroom with all kinds of stuff on the wall. This is the random thought that passed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking into a bar one time in downtown Seattle, looking at the wall with nothing but writing on it. I thought to myself " A lot of people crap with pens,"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-3934316740629549011?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3934316740629549011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-somewhat-better-when-thngs-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3934316740629549011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3934316740629549011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-somewhat-better-when-thngs-are.html' title='Life is somewhat better when thngs are writen on bathroom stalls'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1561542038436071255</id><published>2009-06-09T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:35:55.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment in song recollection (top10 songs and there storys)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Si84AIYsgOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HqiGIbPy8Fk/s1600-h/DSC04480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Si84AIYsgOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HqiGIbPy8Fk/s320/DSC04480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345552857614287074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I lay here with thought’s passing through my head, I watch them as they fly by.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it’s funny that I have so much music on my iPod, I get tired of it one day and moments down the road I am totally in love which every song that is playing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think this would be a perfect time to introduce my moments of song recollection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;I pick the song that I’m listening to as I write this post. Hold Me Now by the Thompson Twins. I think I’m picking this one because it’s the moments when you are unsure of what outcome of relationships would be. It’s hard for me to write about because I’m not exactly seeing anyone at the moment, but there is the thought of someone… and when that time comes… then hold my heart (AWWW) yeah yeah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 9.)&lt;/span&gt; Time out of Mind by Steely Dan. I remember finding this tape in my moms stash seems like forever ago. It was a black bag filled with nothing but mixed tapes and popular 80’s bands, It’s where I found this song and still to this day I love it, It’s up beet, complex medleys and fun to listen to while your driving down a long stretch, of course being silly as you sing while you drive. That might only be me “ The water will turn to cherry wine and the silver to gold, time out of mind,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 8&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Chicago, Detroit, LA by Zoot Woman. I owe this band finding to the wonders of Pandora radio which I would never heard of if wasn't for the friend, Angela who told me about it. Never went on Pandora because I didn’t have high speed at the time, but soon feel in love with the station. I remember I found Zoot Woman from another English band,&lt;br /&gt;Just Jack which I heard over the speaker while I was working at Gap. I feel in love with Zoot when I first this melancholy song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 7&lt;/span&gt;.) Lets kick it old school for a while. It seems that I tend to be fowling that direction anyway. Song number 7 is Right Here by SWV&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine me with the same glasses that that kid in a Different World had well I had them and was singing this song while I was wearing them… that’s how I rolled in the 90’s pink and green, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 6.)&lt;/span&gt; I Die Without You by PM Dawn. I actually never heard of PM till about 5 years ago even if he’s been out forever. I was shifting through some Myspace pages, looking at friends of friends and this song came on from some random girls page. It was an awesome song at the time and when I heard it I love it and kept replaying it over and over. “If I have to give away, The feeling that I feel. If I have to sacrifice, what ever baby. If I have to take apart all that I am. If there’s anything that I would not do, since I would die without you,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 5.)&lt;/span&gt; Head over Hills by Tears for Fears. Ok so I was watching the re-run of this video on Mtv at the time, but the song didn’t come out to long after I was born. The think that I loved about this song was the video. I’m sure everyone has seen Donny Darko well the cool thing about when they used the song in the movie they did a montage and if I remember correctly, in the original video it seem to be the same effect of montage work. Interesting :) “Funny how time flys,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 4.)&lt;/span&gt; Eight Days a Week by The Beatles. I was really young when I heard this song over the radio, but I can remember when it was and where it was when I heard this song. This song was the first Beatles song that I was introduced to. I remember looking up at the radio and dropping my mouth and asking who was on the radio. Maria, I was in your room when I first heard.. I bet you didn’t know that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 3.)&lt;/span&gt; Say Goodbye by Dave Matthews Band. Since I’m in the mood of remembering I decided to remember the first time I heard Dave. It was really late in the year of 1993 I’m thinking just before Christmas. I remember I was at Noni’s house in the back room of the house. There was a Ren and Stempy show on like a holiday episode or something. I think that Ren and Stempy was a Mtv show at the time, but after the show was a Dave Matthews show. I wasn't interest at first so I flipped around the channels till came back to the point of origin. This song was playing. It captivated me enough to be a fan and stay a fan till this point. I remember going out into the living room at my Grandmothers place and asking everyone if they ever heard of the Dave Matthews band. No one ever heard of them I thought I should start liken them before they caught on so that they could be my band.. I apparently had to share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number 2.)&lt;/span&gt; Say Goodnight by Jump, Little Children. At the time. This was the coolest band in the world. It was sometime around summer of 2002 when my ex roommate, Jeff asked if I wanted to go to the Train concert at his college. He said that there was a opening band that he never heard of, but I think we were into the Drops of Jupiter song at the time. I remember going to the show, seeing Jump and liking them more that Train. I think the whole night we were talking about the first act than and forgot about seeing Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 1.)&lt;/span&gt; My Love by Paul McCartney. This is my one of my favorite songs that Paul does that my Noni likes so that makes it my hearts felt favorite as well. Paul is one of the biggest musical inspirations in my life. There is no more I can say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-1561542038436071255?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1561542038436071255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/moment-in-song-recollection-top10-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1561542038436071255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1561542038436071255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/moment-in-song-recollection-top10-songs.html' title='a moment in song recollection (top10 songs and there storys)'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Si84AIYsgOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HqiGIbPy8Fk/s72-c/DSC04480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4051266150777260670</id><published>2009-06-09T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:26:03.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the week of something</title><content type='html'>Just walked into class and found out that mess was cancled! can you bealive it! ah!&lt;br /&gt;Where's the email telling me that this is happened.&lt;br /&gt;There is always something fun about the morning. Today it was hitting the snooze a couple  times before I actually woke up.&lt;br /&gt;When I did wake up, I ate eggs and was reminded of my roommate. We used to have breakfast in the morning. Usually eggs with some toast. This was before he skooted off to school. It was the best of times and I'll leave that famous line right where it is.&lt;br /&gt;as for me, right now. I'm sitting in my chair with a computer in front of me, deciding on whether or not to go pick up my awesome film from the store.. are they open yet? I think it's sometimes around 9am.&lt;br /&gt;I  could go home and get my work out gear and run around in a circle for a while. A long circle :)&lt;br /&gt;well, whether it's getting pictures or runnin' around and a around.&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;as for me... I'm all circles and listening to (Under Control) because I might as well :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-4051266150777260670?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4051266150777260670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-week-of-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4051266150777260670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4051266150777260670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-week-of-something.html' title='it&apos;s the week of something'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-6305544829643451738</id><published>2009-05-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:59:15.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suits are Picking up the Bill</title><content type='html'>I have been in this coffee shop for over three hours now and I'm not to sure what I'm going to be doing for the next. There are two conflicting sides telling me that I should stay here and do nothing, but listen to Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King. It comes out today! A summer album. The last summer album that placated the anthem of my year was the Jason Mraz album. It was a good bike riding album and was constant in my day to day activity. &lt;div&gt;I'm looking at some people that can't decide if they should come in, but I think they decided to try it and come in. I wonder what they'll get. The old lady looks like a straight up coffee drinker and leaves a jar of the instant stuff right beside the stained spoon, beside the coffee pot, in front of the bowl of Splenda. I was right!! The song i was listening to went off and i caught her order. I was wrong about the sugar, but I did get the coffee part right making me a Sherlock Homes of the microcosm that I am in right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that moment is over. There's nothing really to talk about right now. I thought I could spend some time talking about nothing however, my digression is causing me to slip out of thoughts and time for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell if it's going to be a sunny day of a rainy day. There is much constraining weather patterns rendering me helpless to predict any kind of, again pattern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three songs down from the GrooGrux and I'm in love although loathing aspects of redundancy that my ears are picking up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The posts say, NEW and Different while I think there is a more simpler way than spending millions in productions to say goodbye to a friend. does that sound insensitive in anyway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just writing whatever comes to mind and apparently this is what comes to mind when I have nothing to talk about. My hands are left to wonder and my mind is helpless to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah R. You posted some pictures of me. Man, not only do I miss you, but I miss everyone in Seattle. More importantly, I'm missing a little bit of Seattle. I miss my miscellaneous bike adventures. I haven't been doing the things that I normally would do back home. I hope all that will change in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/584206819169008304-6305544829643451738?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6305544829643451738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/suits-are-picking-up-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6305544829643451738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/6305544829643451738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/suits-are-picking-up-bill.html' title='The Suits are Picking up the Bill'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2736795909296891682</id><published>2009-05-20T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:57:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation number 151 - bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrTPYlKYWI/AAAAAAAAADg/67do-8yEGHY/s1600-h/duck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrTPYlKYWI/AAAAAAAAADg/67do-8yEGHY/s200/duck.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339812569450963298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;It'&lt;/span&gt;s the re&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;r&lt;/i&gt;n of the random duck! Question&lt;i&gt;s ha&lt;/i&gt;ve pl&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;agu&lt;/span&gt;ed my mind for some&lt;b&gt;tim&lt;/b&gt;es &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;now ab&lt;/span&gt;out getting something cre&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ati&lt;/span&gt;ve such as that ta&lt;b&gt;bl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;et tha&lt;/i&gt;t comes with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; an&lt;/span&gt; awes&lt;i&gt;o&lt;/i&gt;m&lt;i&gt;e litt&lt;/i&gt;le pen, which traces or draws wh&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;atev&lt;/span&gt;er you dr&lt;b&gt;aw &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;on the tab&lt;/span&gt;let&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, transfer&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;i&gt; it&lt;/i&gt; to the computer. It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;coo&lt;/span&gt;l beans and saves you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a lo&lt;/span&gt;t o&lt;i&gt;f t&lt;/i&gt;rouble in the long run. I hate having &lt;b&gt;to o&lt;/b&gt;ut line somethi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;ng usi&lt;/span&gt;ng a mouse. It's &lt;b&gt;pri&lt;/b&gt;mitive and le&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aves&lt;/span&gt; room&lt;b&gt; for err&lt;/b&gt;ors whi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;h &lt;i&gt;m&lt;/i&gt;akes use of the u&lt;i&gt;ndo but&lt;/i&gt;ton q&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;uite &lt;/span&gt;a bit.I have decided to work out a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on getting a bike. I need something full proof like robbing a bank or something. This way I would hope to out run the copers on my high speed bike, but of course that would be before the fact and after the bank robbery which means that I have to pull another hist to make use of the the get away bike.&lt;div&gt;There's no one here riding with all the rain about. I never seen so much rain in the south at all. It's been a real awesome time, gray and green all in the same scene. It's like if Betty Crocker all the sudden baked a cake that was big enough for the whole state to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get lost in. The rain has pretty much covered the wh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ole state. I don't know if it's messing up plans for anyone. I would apologize, but I wouldn't mean it and I can't really speak for the Earth and the weather because it's not my doing. I embrace it and think to my self. "it's what you need Mr. Tree, drink up. It's on the house,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I found some really cool pictures last n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ight along with a disk of random songs that I recorded 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to share....&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;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrYfwvKPEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KXymuLQjfoI/s200/DSC01711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339818348371393602" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrYfZ55v2I/AAAAAAAAADo/upNg7ylLbNY/s200/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339818342242434914" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrYftKdyYI/AAAAAAAAADw/6Le42CyFYs0/s200/DSC01692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339818347412179330" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrYgAwxuMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p8k7TR3qf7w/s200/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339818352673142978" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrYgUREplI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GpgjtDVeynw/s200/DSC01714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339818357908874834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; how about that? Some words on the side of the page and a couple pictures to make life seem wonderful. What I love about the pictures that I have here are that I have no idea what they are. I do know the daisy flower. I do know that I captured the daisy right outside of a church in Seattle, Queen Anne hill. There were a lot of them on the side of the gate that surrounded the church and thought it was comforting to see them. Such a happy flower. The 2nd picture, the pink and red line picture is something that I have never seen before so if there is anyone that can give a direction on what it is than... tell me. I have only ever seen it in Seattle so it could be a native specie of that area. &lt;div&gt;It's safe to say all the other pictures are just random pictures that I seen when I was walking around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- RANDOM___ and off the subject! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(68, 102, 119); font-size: 24px; "&gt;Bomb blows out Starbucks windows!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:6;color:#446677;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Times; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;The bomb, placed on a bench outside the store, blew out the shop's &lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/Top_News/2009/05/25/Bomb-blows-out-Starbucks-windows/UPI-81031243265955/#" class="kLink" target="undefined" id="KonaLink1" style="color: rgb(0, 114, 188) !important; text-decoration: underline !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; cursor: pointer; font-family: verdana; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-attachment: initial !important; -webkit-background-clip: initial !important; -webkit-background-origin: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; text-transform: none !important; display: inline !important; font-variant: normal; top: 0px; right: 0px; bottom: 0px; left: 0px; position: static; background-position: initial initial !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 114, 188) !important; font-family: Times; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; position: static; color:#0072bc;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-color: initial !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 114, 188); padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; color: rgb(0, 114, 188) !important; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; width: auto !important; float: none !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Times; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; position: static; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="preLoadWrap1" style="position: relative; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just before dawn at the corner of 92nd and 3rd avenue, said Police Commissioner &lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/topic/Ray_Kelly/" alt="Topic: Ray Kelly" title="Topic: Ray Kelly" class="tpstyle" style="color: rgb(17, 99, 149) !important; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-color: initial !important; "&gt;Ray Kelly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;from what I can tell the store was closed and no one was hurt, but that's about all I know. I'm sure there is more to tell later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;as for me.. This is JB signing off.. Peace and God bless our troops! thank you&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/584206819169008304-2736795909296891682?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2736795909296891682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/creation-number-151-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2736795909296891682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2736795909296891682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/creation-number-151-bird.html' title='Creation number 151 - bird'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShrTPYlKYWI/AAAAAAAAADg/67do-8yEGHY/s72-c/duck.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4043323221087415626</id><published>2009-05-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:39:01.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing like Vector Art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found this guy from another sight called Digg.com which directed me to the art page of&lt;div&gt;Ahmed Alefaie. Takes about a month to do each pic, but with all the detail, I can see why. Take a look :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShQVyxMydvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SBT4PXUCWkc/s1600-h/A_Bright_Idea_by_OwaikeO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShQVyxMydvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SBT4PXUCWkc/s320/A_Bright_Idea_by_OwaikeO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337915420285499122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShQVvMFSj8I/AAAAAAAAADI/cgivPnf1w4g/s1600-h/46b6cf79e4b66b5f1d8a11d65dbc7153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShQVvMFSj8I/AAAAAAAAADI/cgivPnf1w4g/s320/46b6cf79e4b66b5f1d8a11d65dbc7153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337915358782328770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShQVorfbGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/wKTXYi1NhWo/s1600-h/2b2eb9abd765191bc44de449086fdc95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShQVorfbGlI/AAAAAAAAADA/wKTXYi1NhWo/s320/2b2eb9abd765191bc44de449086fdc95.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337915246954355282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/584206819169008304-4043323221087415626?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4043323221087415626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-nothing-like-vector-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4043323221087415626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4043323221087415626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-nothing-like-vector-art.html' title='There is nothing like Vector Art.'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/ShQVyxMydvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SBT4PXUCWkc/s72-c/A_Bright_Idea_by_OwaikeO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-8092341911820422901</id><published>2009-05-19T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:04:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today formula is {(Mocha) + (1/2 shot ratio) + 2%}= Mocha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was glad that I got the chance to sleep in today. Sometimes I just don't want to get up, I want to sleep for a while even if I'm not really sleeping,  just lying there like I am sleeping is sometimes an awesome way to trick myself into thinking that I'm sleeping. &lt;div&gt;Work was everything to be expected, boring and dull. Well I think I might be exaggerating a little bit. I have fun at work and even enjoy where I work sometimes. I say sometimes because even though I like it it's still work and not outside which is where I really would have like to have been today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome! 50 something degrees out there, a little wind to make the best of what little sun poked through the clouds. Man what a day. I got to see a little bit of it on the drive, but that was only a taste of what I could have had if I would have called in at work with a fake cold or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People are funny... Do I have to go into some of the things that people do that send me over the edge. 2000 ways to describe a mocha.. I can't get this out enough.. It's a mocha because its coffee, milk and mocha sauce. The formula which I personally learned so that I might share the secrets, so consequential yet so full of its on virtue for fear that It will put Starbucks out of business, {(Mocha) + (1/2 shot ratio) + 2%}= Mocha! that's it.. AHH (jumps off a cliff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress before I burst into more capital fonts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/584206819169008304-8092341911820422901?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8092341911820422901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8092341911820422901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8092341911820422901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today formula is {(Mocha) + (1/2 shot ratio) + 2%}= Mocha!'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5250185668573716722</id><published>2009-05-16T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:28:42.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking about..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sg89PZ11YII/AAAAAAAAACo/cEOSorUxww8/s1600-h/pc31+said+we+got+a+dirty+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sg89PZ11YII/AAAAAAAAACo/cEOSorUxww8/s320/pc31+said+we+got+a+dirty+one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336551418301341826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles today and what the world would have been if they were still together. would the music be awesome as it was in the 60's?&lt;br /&gt;who knows..&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my cuz and brother is coming up, getting a hotel. We're thinking about making a movie short tonight so we'll see what happens. I know if all else fails that there will be a radio show. A funny one with something crazy.. could be long it could be short, but the point is that it could be funny and awesome. You really just never know.&lt;br /&gt;    I got a plant no to long ago. My first that I know about. &lt;div&gt;There it is. I'm kinda proud of the little guy. Mr. Buddlesworth as I like to call it. It's a ruby red and the species is.. well it starts with a P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is that I invested in a life that is growing. I'm doing good. Next i'll move on to something a little more demanding like corn or something. Or I could just stick with the plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I can think to write.. I will have a lot more tonight.. &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/584206819169008304-5250185668573716722?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5250185668573716722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-thinking-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5250185668573716722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5250185668573716722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-thinking-about.html' title='I was thinking about..'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sg89PZ11YII/AAAAAAAAACo/cEOSorUxww8/s72-c/pc31+said+we+got+a+dirty+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1182084801422458989</id><published>2009-05-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:30:31.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know me, crazy as can be (todays topic Sharing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sgxd6O8BVsI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ur3185ZFWCY/s400/DSC04615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335742913550833346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;r&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;z&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is an understatement. I don't think I'm crazy because I use that word so lightly to describe the things I do, If I was Crazy, you be dead,"&lt;div&gt;    I remember being in class and my teacher showed me something really cool about Photo Shop. I remember saying something to the effect of, "that's Crazy!" My meaning was to be taken as amazement or astonish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ment, but he wondered why it was crazy. The c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;onfu&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;b&gt;ed&lt;/b&gt; look was p&lt;i&gt;ri&lt;/i&gt;cel&lt;b&gt;es&lt;/b&gt;s.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sgxffc2fCLI/AAAAAAAAACA/0x90dHP11fo/s320/092102-comfy.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335744652452497586" /&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;So I got some awesome ne&lt;i&gt;w &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;w&lt;/i&gt;ebsites&lt;/span&gt; and random things that I found online that I thought I would&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; sh&lt;b&gt;ar&lt;/b&gt;e t&lt;/span&gt;oday. To day is about &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;i&gt;n&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and what better way to share something than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to share something free that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;you can&lt;/span&gt; point and click. I often look for some new things and love when pe&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;ople&lt;/span&gt; have new, &lt;b&gt;creative&lt;/b&gt; ways to express them selfs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art: Human expression in any form&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.creaturesinmyhead.com/artwork/   (stuff like this guy on the right)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.deadfish.ru/   (animation) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.craftscollection.dk/ (for people that like stuff around the house)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.chemamadoz.com/gallery1.htm ( i don't understand any of it, but the pictures are amazing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.joerg-gaetjens.com/  (design and development)&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgxvSdZFmrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AYCGmgs4qMg/s200/home.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335762021445376690" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.bertmonroy.com/fineart/text/fineart_damen.htm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for all the photo realist out there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any awesome links that are also cool.. don't hesitate to share them because I like to see them!&lt;/div&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/584206819169008304-1182084801422458989?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1182084801422458989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-me-crazy-as-can-be-todays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1182084801422458989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1182084801422458989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-me-crazy-as-can-be-todays.html' title='You know me, crazy as can be (todays topic Sharing)'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/Sgxd6O8BVsI/AAAAAAAAABw/Ur3185ZFWCY/s72-c/DSC04615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-4802054029520285119</id><published>2009-05-07T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:24:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mended pictures and lost memory cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgNz0SudNWI/AAAAAAAAABI/d2Xia7cu2Po/s1600-h/DSC04913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgNz0SudNWI/AAAAAAAAABI/d2Xia7cu2Po/s200/DSC04913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333233725953881442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I lost some of the winter pictures that I took back in Seattle. I thought that I backed all that stuff on a convenient picture disk, but sadly the pixels were not there. It's a sad day, but a new beginning for my picture taking. &lt;div&gt;   So here are some of the pictures that I took today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Train Bridge&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So my adventure started here at this bridge. I have no idea if this bridge is still in use or not, but it looks as so it could be. There was a sign that said that I could not walk across. I wanted to, but i didn't because I knew that soon as I did then pandemonium would brake loose and a chaos theory would result causing floods in Taiwan or something. I did learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; that this bridge was the first bridge that connected Charleston, SC to Augusta. It was the only history sign that I stopped to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is what the place looked like post 1800 or something like that. I love old maps so that's why I took a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So continuing on I came across this 40 something man. He had a story to tell about needing some money to make a phone call and getting back to the place that he came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Which in his case was Mississippi. I feel like there is an unauthorized  homeless for dummies book. Always the same like.. I need money to make a call to get back somewhere. That line is played out. Note, come up with something more inventive and maybe I'll reach in the pocket. Maybe..   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have any money on me so I told him God bless and was on my way. It was all I knew to do. If he took a card then I would zip zip.. I think I've mentioned that before... I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgN2-Vvmw3I/AAAAAAAAABY/42ln5mk3hac/s200/DSC04922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333237197097583474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course there was one of these signs. You can't go with out seeing something that takes away the fun. That's ok.. I still thought it was a cool picture anyway so I to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok it and put some effect on it and Bam! all standing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would make a good t-shirt if I could think of something positive to say. I'm not against bikes at all so I wouldn't want anyone to think I was. That's where the call for something positive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgN4SQu-K7I/AAAAAAAAABg/G3Q2ssE6rVo/s320/DSC04928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333238638861757362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; would come into play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets walk on shall we? I'm getting a little cramped with all the pictures.. there's some here and there.. what's a boy to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell, I have been taking pictures from the ground which means that I have been on the ground a lot in a what is called a snells eye view, common in prospect class and really no idea if it applies to the  photo world, but whatever, maybe it's a new term that I came up with for it. Anyway, Here I am on the ground taking pictures which is increasingly becoming my new way of taking pictures. They look good to me and my favorite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; way because the ground is not something that we really consider taking a snap of when it comes to taking a picture, but I have resolved this and become one with the ground and here it is for you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The last Picture that I took was one of a street light. I knew that it was going to be all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 28px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:24px;"&gt;Silhouette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was came out good and of course I had to put some effect on it because that's what I do. I think when I get the awesome camera then I will put less effect on things, but while I have a quick shot camera than the effect enhances the coolness of the picture. Least it does in my minds eye.. or regular eye.. or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgN7FNS7uBI/AAAAAAAAABo/X89qYPoEUSw/s400/DSC04932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333241713135433746" /&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/584206819169008304-4802054029520285119?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4802054029520285119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/mended-pictures-and-lost-memory-cards.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4802054029520285119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/4802054029520285119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/mended-pictures-and-lost-memory-cards.html' title='Mended pictures and lost memory cards'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgNz0SudNWI/AAAAAAAAABI/d2Xia7cu2Po/s72-c/DSC04913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-8545270452459654652</id><published>2009-05-06T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:11:20.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgJp7mAkr3I/AAAAAAAAABA/X4YD5rSg3_8/s1600-h/DSC04855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgJp7mAkr3I/AAAAAAAAABA/X4YD5rSg3_8/s200/DSC04855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332941381296238450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When you see a man walking down the street, head phones on, bopping back and forth you see what people see when they see you. Sometimes when I have my ear phones on I think two things,&lt;div&gt;1.) I'm in a movie, Depending on the song and the BPM's then I'm fighting with guns and doing karate moves in slow motion because everything is cool in slow motion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) It's a softer song and credits are rolling or a symphony song where a mafia hit man is getting ready to make a hit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterwords songs change and so does the thought pattern...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of VW bugs in Aiken. If this place was a tree.. then.. this place would.. be a tree??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does that make since? Well in all functionalities of awesome metaphors  I'm driving a big bug in the highway of other bugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an old man the other day that was driving a green beetle, he waved at me or at least I like to think he did. I like to think that the old beetle man waves at everyone that has the same car he does. I like to think that because old hippies that drive VW's rock and the complementary flower that comes with the car stays in the car. Cool, good job VWB guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play list shift... so does my thought pattern. &lt;/div&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/584206819169008304-8545270452459654652?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8545270452459654652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8545270452459654652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/8545270452459654652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgJp7mAkr3I/AAAAAAAAABA/X4YD5rSg3_8/s72-c/DSC04855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-2152343330451529614</id><published>2009-05-06T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:07:29.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Supports Matt Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgHP3PgTEcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QPSmolI_hOU/s1600-h/DSC03747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgHP3PgTEcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QPSmolI_hOU/s320/DSC03747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332771981745131970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support my friend, Matt Patch with his race around the world!&lt;div&gt;check out his site,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;www.mattpatch.theworldrace.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;ABOUT MATT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;Hello! My name is Matt Patch and I live in the ginormous town of Greer, South Cakalaki. I have 3 roomates Gracie (dog), Oliver and Loyd (cats). In order to keep the tv and lights on I am a Realtor with Prudential C. Dan Joyner. My hobbies include mountain biking, camping, fishin', and pretty much anything else outdoors. I am currently playing basketball, volleyball, softball and bowling in club and mens leagues. I attend St. Mark Methodist Church in Greenwood, SC (about an hour away from my house) where my best friend Jason preaches that Good News. I attended Brookwood Church in Greenville for about 8 years and still stay involved with their mens ministry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;FAMILY:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;I was blessed by growing up in a loving Christian home with supportive parents. My mom has shown me the true importance of faith and belief in prayer, especially through tough times. My father is definately the most intelligent person I've ever met and has always been there with answers and advice when I needed it most. I have an older brother Nathan who I am extremely competitive with in sports but it's like the Clemson and South Carolina rivalry... it's a little one sided. Ha, just kidding Nathan. My little sister Jessica is married (Richard Bolan) and they have a 6 month old son named Eli who looks just like his uncle. Eli has talked to me but no one believes it... I don't understand. I have 2 more nephews, Matt &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgHRVpq0ULI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HT-uyBSAy7U/s200/salk7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332773603676278962" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;and Stewart and a niece Taylor. Matt and Taylor are twins and live in North Carolina. Stewart lives with his parents Jason and Amber in Hodges, SC (he's not my blood nephew but the kid is awesome, and calls me uncle corndog).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;FAITH:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;I was saved when I was in seventh grade at chapel after Clayton King spoke... but it wasn't until high school that my life really had a drastic change and I started living for Him. It was then that I started getting more involved with bible studies with my accountability partner and best friend Kyle. After high school my life took a turn for the worse, and by turn I should say downward spiral. Being the life of the party became first and foremost in my life and Jesus took the back seat, however I'm just glad he was still riding with me or who knows where I'd be right now. He never let me get too far... Two years ago my roomate talked me into going on a mission trip with him, I had always had a heart for missions but always felt like I was too busy and made excuses. At this time I was bartending at night at the local college bar and was getting sick of working until 3/4am every night so I figured it'd be a good vacation. God had big plans for me and I didn't even see it coming! On this trip several things happened. 1. I realized I was not living my life the way God wanted me to... 2. God took the burden for missions that he already had laid on my heart and made it ten times worse... 3. I met Jason Wilson, who soon became my best friend, mentor, and pastor. I wouldn't be going on the World Race if it weren't for Jason and St. Mark.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 22.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;My biggest fear is being inadequate... and that my past follows me... but as the song goes "they're all behind you, they'll never find you... your sins are forgotten, they're on the bottom of the ocean floor" (it just came up on my itunes how convenient). My prayer for the World Race is that God will break me... strip me down... and erase all of my fears, make me passionate and give me words to speak because I can't do it on my own. I want an open mind and open heart and to go in with zero expectations. I'm yours God mold me and use me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s an awesome person and an awesome man of God. When He told me about his World Race campaign I totally supported him and everything that he will accomplish through this ministry. I'm Excited to see what God has in store for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/584206819169008304-2152343330451529614?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2152343330451529614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/jason-supports-matt-patch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2152343330451529614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/2152343330451529614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/jason-supports-matt-patch.html' title='Jason Supports Matt Patch'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgHP3PgTEcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QPSmolI_hOU/s72-c/DSC03747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-1354811012505940995</id><published>2009-05-06T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:34:30.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick thought</title><content type='html'>So I'm getting ready to send out a news letter. I figured out that that would be the best way to get everybody up-to-date with what is going on. &lt;div&gt;The first song that I will release will be Day2Day, It's not on the Blueberry Sessions at all, but a song that I recorded for an album back in Seattle. . It's a group of songs that was recorded for my friends album, but I will release it as a solo single. I'll provide the link where you can get the album as soon as I get it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm using all the mediums that I have online ie. Facebook, twitter, and all that to get some stuff rolling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep checking gcast for updated music as it happens and look for Day2Day soon.. &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/584206819169008304-1354811012505940995?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1354811012505940995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1354811012505940995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/1354811012505940995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-thought.html' title='Quick thought'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-3343880654189597797</id><published>2009-05-05T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:15:12.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updated gcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I have the updated Gcast!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gcast.com/go/gcastplayer?xmlurl=http://www.gcast.com/u/JasonBrock/main.xml&amp;amp;autoplay=no&amp;amp;repeat=no&amp;amp;colorChoice=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="145" height="155"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gcast.com/htdb/popup/subscribe.html?u=http://www.gcast.com/u/JasonBrock/main.xml"&gt;Subscribe Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gcast.com/htdb/popup/gethtml.html?u=http://www.gcast.com/u/JasonBrock/main.xml"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Add to my Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Blackberry Fields is now in full motion. I'm using this time to create and find out what and how far I want to push the project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night I was listening to some of the things that I created while I was in Seattle and some of the things that I put off to the side or side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;projects, I'm coming back to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I see that there is a need to finnish up some of this music and get it out there otherwise it just sits on my computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/584206819169008304-3343880654189597797?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3343880654189597797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/updated-gcast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3343880654189597797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/3343880654189597797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/updated-gcast.html' title='updated gcast'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584206819169008304.post-5348550007998120612</id><published>2009-05-04T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:31:17.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Post (Unveiling Blackberry Fields)</title><content type='html'>For the people that don't know me than welcome to the world of me. It's an awesome world Filled with music, pictures, and other things that I don't know how to describe. &lt;div&gt;Anyway, lets get started shall we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I moved to Seattle a couple years ago to study graphic design and audio production. Durning that time I gathered all the culture I could. Man did gathered some culture. Most of the time I would ride my bike around the city where I would get into some adventures and write about it in blogs and journals and such. Other times I was in my apartment, nested and writing music and such. It was cool and I wrote a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about July of last year where I got the thought of creating a pure music compilation called Blackberry Fields. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BlackBerry Fields is a online Podcast hosted by Gcast Where I recorded and looped and made my music come alive. In the past I relied on just sitting in front of a mic with a guitar and writing and recording, but this was different and exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's come out good so far and while I spend a lot of time mastering and getting the levels right, The project is moving slowly but surely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My though is after I post it online I would create the project in hand held form (cd) for all the little kiddies :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I can say about the project right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for me, I have a year of school left and I'll be done!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so keep checking back and I'll have session notes, project times and available post from the project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jbrock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and I'll have a link to the podcast as soon as i get it up and running :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night all&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:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/584206819169008304-5348550007998120612?l=jasonmbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5348550007998120612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-post-unveiling-blackberry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5348550007998120612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/584206819169008304/posts/default/5348550007998120612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonmbrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-post-unveiling-blackberry.html' title='Welcome to the Post (Unveiling Blackberry Fields)'/><author><name>Jason Brock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11827638385418064481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAtqZkjMtLY/SgBvGbN9PpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U9nK5tZgE_A/S220/DSC03449.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
