<?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-17784091</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:30:34.456-07:00</updated><category term='Content?'/><title type='text'>Eureka!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-8284444913638526502</id><published>2009-03-04T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:00:40.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading the Good Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271557392" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=14634792001&amp;playerId=271557392&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="300" height="225" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;A great read &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-8284444913638526502?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/8284444913638526502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=8284444913638526502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/8284444913638526502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/8284444913638526502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2009/03/reading-good-book.html' title='Reading the Good Book'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-8859924698379455745</id><published>2008-06-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:12:12.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Content?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I sit at work I read a friends post. It's a survey, the type that used to be sent through chain emails and now clutter my.space bulletins. The question that has my mind turning, which tends to turn too much sometimes,  is this, "Do you like your life right now?". This person's response was yes and they are content. Now who this person is has no relevance. I have an issue with that statement. I find all too often that people are just content with that way things are. They don't like change or are afraid of it. Change happens all the time and things will continue to change. I am not content. I seek change. I see the way things are and then I see the way they should be. I want something new and exciting in my life, to make new friends, to live, to learn, to love, to grow, to move, to do things I've never done before, to show people a loving and caring God. That the world is not a deep and dark place. Nobody is alone and nobody has to settle for less than what they want. Live your life to the fullest. Seek out your dreams! Why be content when there is so much left undone and so much left unsaid. We are only here for a short while, might as well make the best of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32860.html"&gt;Ludwig Wittgenstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32860.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-8859924698379455745?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/8859924698379455745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=8859924698379455745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/8859924698379455745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/8859924698379455745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-i-sit-at-work-i-read-friends-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-6745247231493299403</id><published>2007-10-07T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:05:04.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! It been a long time since I have posted anything on here. I just realized that my last post was pretty negative. I can't even think of the incident that provoked such a post. Oh well I seem to be over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Sunday and I'm up at work and again I have yet to be productive with any of my studies. Which is one reason I don't like working on the weekends. But that has not always been the case. I used to think it would be good to work on the weekends and force myself to study and its a good idea because we are not real busy and its a pretty quit environment. Well I am going to focus and try to be productive for the last hour that I am here. Of course I will need to get some food before that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-6745247231493299403?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/6745247231493299403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=6745247231493299403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/6745247231493299403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/6745247231493299403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-it-been-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-3289698529293411864</id><published>2007-04-27T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:48:47.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that women that are in a customer service orientated business, such as a waitress or bartender, are nicer to you than others? Is it because it is there job? They just want money from you or the extra tip? Am I to come to the conclusion that all women are only nice to you because they want something. Why is it so hard to find someone that isn't motived by their own greed? To be honest I don't mind being single. It would just be nice to have an honest conversation with someone once in a while without alternative motives. Oh and please don't tell me your idea of great music is modern Rap or Pop which is more degrading to our society than anything else. Someone still has to have an appreciation for the classics or even jazz music which was created in America. I have just had enough of it and I don't want to deal with idiots. But I do have faith and believe that not ever one is stupid and that there are some intelligent people out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-3289698529293411864?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/3289698529293411864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=3289698529293411864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/3289698529293411864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/3289698529293411864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-is-it-that-women-that-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113806098888368884</id><published>2006-01-23T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:41:00.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;I can't Drive 55!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I hate when people for whatever reason do not go the speed limit. It happens constantly. It doesn't really bother me so much if you are turning in a block or two, that's understandable but when you are just cruising along at 10 or more under the posted limit because you on you cell phone that really angers me. If  you cannot hold a conversation and safely drive, pull off to the side of the road until you are done talking or better yet do not drive at all. You are the ones that cause accidents and drive up rates of insurance. 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title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113636740754216491</id><published>2006-01-04T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:36:47.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Well New Years was pretty good. With my friends words on illegal things she has done I figure I would share this. We bought over $200 worth of fireworks for $50. It was illegal to sell, buy, or transport fireworks in the county  because the commissioner decided to declare a state of emergency and shut down all the fire works stands and stop them from being shot off in the county. My friend's neighbor happened to know someone that owned a stand and had some fireworks at his house, so we stopped by and bought some, in the county that we were not suppose to buy them in, and then drove through the county to get back to my friends place outside the county to set them off legally. Good news is that we did not catch anything on fire that we did not mean to and we did not get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for going to Cotton Bowl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; fun to go the game except for the last play and we will not talk anymore about that.&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/17784091-113636740754216491?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113636740754216491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113636740754216491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113636740754216491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113636740754216491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-new-years-was-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113567306608520172</id><published>2005-12-27T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:44:26.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Christmas is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Brown: (shouting in desperation) Isn't there anyone out there who can tell me what Christmas is all about?&lt;br /&gt;Linus Van Pelt: Sure, Charlie Brown, I can tell you. Lights, please. (A spotlight shines on Linus.) "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flocks by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not, for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you this day is born in the City of Bethlehem, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; you shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel, a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth peace, good will toward men'". That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-113567306608520172?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113567306608520172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113567306608520172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113567306608520172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113567306608520172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-christmas-is-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113428991555982009</id><published>2005-12-11T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:31:55.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Only two more exams on Monday and I'm done for the semester. I'll be around till Wednesday so if you want to do anything give me a call. Good Luck with that rest of you finals whoever reads this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-113428991555982009?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113428991555982009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113428991555982009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113428991555982009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113428991555982009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/12/only-two-more-exams-on-monday-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113359856262382284</id><published>2005-12-03T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:29:22.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok so I'm sitting on my roof and its a clear sky. Then I hear a truck racing down the street some people are standing out side their house down the street and the truck slows up and bam!! eggs them! turns down my street which dead ends so they have to turn around... By now the girl who h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ad been egged and her trucked egged is in the middle of the street I think going to attempt to stop them. They go speeding down the street straight at her and at the last moment take a hard right and barely missing her and making the turn to get off my street and she chunks a beer at them and I could hear it hit the truck. They speed off out of the neighborhood. It was a dark dodge truck and I couldn't see the plates. As it turns out one of the persons who's trucks was egged was a roommate to a friend of mine down the street. Oh and I saw two shooting stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/6/7576222_ee4eb062e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/6/7576222_ee4eb062e2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         KISS eggs!!! Great for Easter&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/17784091-113359856262382284?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113359856262382284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113359856262382284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113359856262382284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113359856262382284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-so-im-sitting-on-my-roof-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113341434297456119</id><published>2005-11-30T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:20:13.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How am I not my self? Just a question from a movie that I saw recently. I am ready for finals to start. Hopefully I can have fun weekend before getting started on finals.&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/17784091-113341434297456119?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113341434297456119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113341434297456119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113341434297456119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113341434297456119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-am-i-not-my-self-just-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113178908830083901</id><published>2005-11-12T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:51:28.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I cannot wait for it to be Thanksgiving. It will be good to go home for a little while. I have three test to get through be for I can go. Hopefully it will turn out ok. This weekend has started off great. I hope it continues to go well and that everybody else has a pleasant time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;dl style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;dt class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Never continue in a job you don't enjoy. If you're happy in what you're doing, you'll like yourself, you'll have inner peace. And if you have that, along with physical health, you will have had more success than you could possibly have imagined."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Johnny Carson (1925 - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-113178908830083901?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113178908830083901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113178908830083901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113178908830083901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113178908830083901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cannot-wait-for-it-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113152069481759612</id><published>2005-11-09T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:18:14.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crosswordtournament.com/more/wynne.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;World's first crossword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crosswordtournament.com/more/images/wynne.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.crosswordtournament.com/more/images/wynne.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table class="wynne" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;2-3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;What bargain hunters enjoy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;6-22.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;What we all should be.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;4-5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;A written acknowledgment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;4-26.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A day dream.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;6-7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;Such and nothing more.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;2-11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A talon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;10-11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;A bird.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;19-28.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A pigeon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;14-15.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;Opposed to less.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;F-7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Part of your head.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;18-19.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;What this puzzle is.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;23-30.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A river in Russia.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;22-23.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;An animal of prey.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;1-32.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;To govern.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;26-27.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;The close of a day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;33-34.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;An aromatic plant.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;28-29.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;To elude.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;N-8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A fist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;30-31.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;The plural of is.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;24-31.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;To agree with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;8-9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;To cultivate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;3-12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Part of a ship.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;12-13.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;A bar of wood or iron.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;20-29.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;One.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;16-17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;What artists learn to do.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;5-27.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Exchanging.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;20-21.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;Fastened.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;9-25.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;To sink in mud.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;24-25.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;Found on the seashore.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;13-21.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A boy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="num"&gt;10-18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="clue1"&gt;The fibre of the gomuti palm.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-113152069481759612?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113152069481759612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113152069481759612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113152069481759612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113152069481759612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/11/worlds-first-crossword-2-3_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113134502888676409</id><published>2005-11-07T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:30:28.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am disappointed. Tonight for the second time I have attempted to see the movie &lt;a href="http://www.jarheadmovie.com/welcometothesuck.html"&gt;Jarhead&lt;/a&gt; and it was sold out. I did see &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/goodnightgoodluck/"&gt;Good Night, Good Luck&lt;/a&gt; on Friday, when I tried to watch it the first time, and had good time seeing that. This week should be alright. I do not have any test to be studying for so I will try and get some reading done and caught up on other things. My car has been acting up and hopefully I've got the problem figured out and won't have to spend to much money on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-113134502888676409?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113134502888676409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113134502888676409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113134502888676409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113134502888676409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113080951421485537</id><published>2005-10-31T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:50:36.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things are going well. I had fun this weekend. I ended up going to four Halloween Parties. I am still a little sore but in time I will heal and hopefully will not have any more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to make cheese cake this weekend and it was awesome! We made it for a friends birthday. I would like to broaden my cooking and learn how to make more dishes but first I think I will need some more cooking ware and utensils (wok, mixer, better knifes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1412.g.akamai.net/7/1412/243/0080/image1.styleinamerica.com/wsecimgs/images/products/200542/0002/img20m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://a1412.g.akamai.net/7/1412/243/0080/image1.styleinamerica.com/wsecimgs/images/products/200542/0002/img20m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;               &lt;a href="http://ww1.williams-sonoma.com/cat/pip.cfm?gids=e067_2&amp;pKey=celtmxai&amp;amp;root=shop&amp;amp;src=catceltmxai%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fcatcelti%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fcatcshop%7Cp1%7Crshop"&gt;Something&lt;/a&gt; that could come in handy when making cheese cake again instead of hand mixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17784091-113080951421485537?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113080951421485537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113080951421485537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113080951421485537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113080951421485537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-are-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113036900873437046</id><published>2005-10-26T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:40:11.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The other day I figured out that don't communicate well because apparently that is how I lost out on something good. I will attempt to be more assertive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;dl style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;dt class="quote"&gt;"Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;~Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-113036900873437046?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113036900873437046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113036900873437046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113036900873437046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113036900873437046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/10/other-day-i-figured-out-that-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113031052827670424</id><published>2005-10-26T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:51:06.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/ap/20051025/capt.nygb10310252119.new_york_weather_nygb103.jpg?x=380&amp;y=202&amp;amp;sig=teHZzVoR.PJ0spHLllgVBQ--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/ap/20051025/capt.nygb10310252119.new_york_weather_nygb103.jpg?x=380&amp;y=202&amp;amp;sig=teHZzVoR.PJ0spHLllgVBQ--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/sc/091905hurricanes/im:/051025/480/nygb10310252119;_ylt=AoMPFewJqs1qIV94_y7O8r5saMYA;_ylu=X3oDMTA5bGcyMWMzBHNlYwNzc25hdg--"&gt;Hurricane's&lt;/a&gt; are not always a bad thing. Sometimes I wish I went to a school closer to the coast. But if that were the case I would probably never go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sore from going under the knife. Hopefully I will heal up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;dl style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;dt class="quote"&gt;"My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself..."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt class="quote"&gt;~Trieu Thi Trinh&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-113031052827670424?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113031052827670424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113031052827670424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113031052827670424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113031052827670424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/10/see-hurricanes-are-not-always-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-113003911823633211</id><published>2005-10-22T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:52:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah I do not feel well. Surgery pain sets in the day after... oh well. After two test last week and another this week along with a paper due, this weekend isn't that great. Tech lost to UT and it was not even a close game. This town is empty I think everybody left for the game or to go home. I do not feel like doing much of anything. Oh yeah and the only comments I get are advertisements what kind of crap its that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;dl  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;dt class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The simple solution for disappointment depression: Get up and get moving. Physically move. Do. Act. Get going."~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peter McWilliams, Life 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;/dl&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What happens when you can't physically move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright.&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/17784091-113003911823633211?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/113003911823633211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=113003911823633211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113003911823633211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/113003911823633211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah-i-do-not-feel-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-112979078123301716</id><published>2005-10-20T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:46:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This week has been busy. I have two test tomorrow, have surgery scheduled for Friday, I still need to go see my advisor so I can register for next semester, I need to fill out applications and finish up my resume if I want to do co-op, I've worked more hours than I usually do, and I really need to be getting more sleep which isn't happening at the moment because its 1:30 in the morning. Oh and Monday was a good day because of the weekend and having a good time Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astros are in the world series!!! Tech takes on Texas in Austin this weekend. Should be an awesome game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;dl style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;dt class="quote"&gt;"If time flies when you're having fun, it hits the afterburners when you don't think you're having enough."&lt;/dt&gt;   &lt;dt class="quote"&gt;~Jef Mallett, Frazz, 08-01-05&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17784091-112979078123301716?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/112979078123301716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=112979078123301716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/112979078123301716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/112979078123301716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-week-has-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-112930794625625787</id><published>2005-10-14T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:42:39.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I need to stay focused. It seems to be getting harder to stay focused. I think I want to go do a co-op somewhere. It would be cool to get away for a while and learn about being a professional engineer while getting paid for a full time job and also getting a credit for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"get busy living, or get busy dying." Andy Dufresne (The Shawshank Redemption)&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/17784091-112930794625625787?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/112930794625625787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=112930794625625787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/112930794625625787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/112930794625625787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-to-stay-focused.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17784091.post-112915874554286952</id><published>2005-10-12T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:12:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Archimedes proved that an object plunged into liquid becomes lighter by an amount equal to the weight of liquid it displaces; popular tradition has it that Archimedes made the discovery when he stepped into the bathtub, then celebrated by running through the streets shouting "Eureka!" ("I have found it!"). Thats how I came up with my title for my new blog "Eureka!!!". It just popped into my head.&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/17784091-112915874554286952?l=mbauman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/feeds/112915874554286952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17784091&amp;postID=112915874554286952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/112915874554286952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17784091/posts/default/112915874554286952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mbauman.blogspot.com/2005/10/archimedes-proved-that-object-plunged.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419509322385490717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
