<?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-6775207698154565419</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:02.264-08:00</updated><category term='motivation'/><category term='perception'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='sport'/><category term='media'/><category term='viral'/><category term='NCAA'/><category term='enews'/><category term='grad_school'/><category term='fan'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='news'/><category term='generations'/><category term='Alex Baumann'/><category term='tarheels'/><category term='Canada'/><category term='self_help'/><category term='rant'/><category term='flat-earth moment'/><title type='text'>Flat Earth:Things We thought We Knew</title><subtitle type='html'>Friends trying to figure it all out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave</name><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775207698154565419.post-6034019685615508522</id><published>2010-01-22T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:41:05.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it all about habit?</title><content type='html'>I think a Friday near the end of January is the perfect day to reflect on all the New Year resolutions that I did not make this year. As I reflect it occurs to me that I have not been as successful in past years with my resolutions mainly because I do a poor job of making any new behavior become a habit. Instead I have the intended behavior remain as merely an intention. I intent to do more of this, or I intend to do more of that. Tomorrow I will make sure I do this and that and the other thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually doing those things is hard. Creating the routine where I give time and energy to remembering what it is I value and what it is I want to accomplish is hard to do. I imagine it is similar to the concept of some advertisements I have seen recently where there are snapshots of many different kids and they tell what they want to grow up to be. "I want to be a drug addict.", "I want to work for the man.", "I want to die an early death due to heart disease.". You've seen this one right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, meaning most of us, do a poor job of dreaming, of creating a vision of the future, of planning our own lives to become who we want to be. We instead react to the situations around us and through a combination of good and bad decisions we end up on a path. My path is not a bad path. Most of you are also on decent ones. Some of you are on poor ones at the moment. And we have all heard of the poor souls who are on really bad paths. The enlightening for me, as I sit here and reflect, is that the path, no matter how good or bad at the moment, is both behind us and in front of us. And we can choose to leave the path and trail-blaze at any moment. And perhaps the real solution to finding the good path is to get off the current path as quickly as possible. To do this I need an idea of the path I want. I need to be active and plan ahead to allow me to step off this path. This visioning will allow me motivation that I can use to channel time and energy into creating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future path:&lt;br /&gt;I will become a steady writer who regularly puts time into reading, writing, editing, and submitting. I will take care of my physical health through regular exercise and conscientious eating. I will take care of my spiritual health through regular bible study and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will write every day. (A least one sentence towards a current project. Minimum.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I will exercise five times a week. (And yes, Wii Fit counts...for now.)&lt;br /&gt;3. I will read my bible every day and I will use that reading in at least a daily prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The order may be wrong, but those are the habits I am choosing to focus on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-6034019685615508522?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/6034019685615508522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=6034019685615508522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6034019685615508522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6034019685615508522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-all-about-habit.html' title='Is it all about habit?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-4104029179610437426</id><published>2009-08-04T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:31:01.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday disguised as a Monday - Shame</title><content type='html'>Tuesday after a long weekend...yes I am addressing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be ashamed of yourself, acting as if you are a Monday after a normal weekend. it is morally repugnant to deceive us in this way. You should step up and act like a Tuesday. By pretending to be a Monday you create a false pain on this day. We should come to work ready to celebrate not only the joy or the lengthened bonus weekend, but also the shortened and therefore less painful work week. Somehow, though, you steal this joy, we feel the agony as if you were a Monday. I say again, this is not right. Be ashamed, be very ashamed, and shape up, let us get back to enjoying this glorious and short work week, with ... oh bliss, another weekend ahead, and at this time, only 3 1/2 days to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself warned, oh spiteful Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-4104029179610437426?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/4104029179610437426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=4104029179610437426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4104029179610437426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4104029179610437426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-disguised-as-monday-shame.html' title='Tuesday disguised as a Monday - Shame'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-150979970492800690</id><published>2009-08-01T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:22:37.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a Dragon in my garage</title><content type='html'>I recently read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Dragon In My Garage&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; by Carl Sagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "A fire-breathing dragon lives in my garage"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Suppose (I'm following a group therapy approach by the psychologist Richard Franklin) I seriously make such an assertion to you.  Surely you'd want to check it out, see for yourself.  There have been innumerable stories of dragons over the centuries, but no real evidence. What an opportunity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "Show me," you say.  I lead you to my garage.  You look inside and see a ladder, empty paint cans, an old tricycle -- but no dragon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "Where's the dragon?" you ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "Oh, she's right here," I reply, waving vaguely.  "I neglected to mention that she's an invisible dragon."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; You propose spreading flour on the floor of the garage to capture the dragon's footprints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "Good idea," I say, "but this dragon floats in the air."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Then you'll use an infrared sensor to detect the invisible fire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "Good idea, but the invisible fire is also heatless."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; You'll spray-paint the dragon and make her visible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; "Good idea, but she's an incorporeal dragon and the paint won't stick."  And so on.  I counter every physical test you propose with a special explanation of why it won't work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Now, what's the difference between an invisible, incorporeal, floating dragon who spits heatless fire and no dragon at all?  If there's no way to disprove my contention, no conceivable experiment that would count against it, what does it mean to say that my dragon exists?  Your inability to invalidate my hypothesis is not at all the same thing as proving it true.  Claims that cannot be tested, assertions immune to disproof are veridically  worthless, whatever value they may have in inspiring us or in exciting our sense of wonder.  What I'm asking you to do comes down to believing, in the absence of evidence, on my say-so.  The only thing you've really learned from my insistence that there's a dragon in my garage is that something funny is going on inside my head.  You'd wonder, if no physical tests apply, what convinced me.  The possibility that it was a dream or a hallucination would certainly enter your mind.  But then, why am I taking it so seriously?  Maybe I need help.  At the least, maybe I've seriously underestimated human fallibility.  Imagine that, despite none of the tests being successful, you wish to be scrupulously open-minded.  So you don't outright reject the notion that there's a fire-breathing dragon in my garage.  You merely put it on hold.  Present evidence is strongly against it, but if a new body of data emerge you're prepared to examine it and see if it convinces you.  Surely it's unfair of me to be offended at not being believed; or to criticize you for being stodgy and unimaginative -- merely because you rendered the Scottish verdict of "not proved."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Imagine that things had gone otherwise.  The dragon is invisible, all right, but footprints are being made in the flour as you watch.  Your infrared detector reads off-scale.  The spray paint reveals a jagged crest bobbing in the air before you.  No matter how skeptical you might have been about the existence of dragons -- to say nothing about invisible ones -- you must now acknowledge that there's something here, and that in a preliminary way it's consistent with an invisible, fire-breathing dragon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Now another scenario: Suppose it's not just me.  Suppose that several people of your acquaintance, including people who you're pretty sure don't know each other, all tell you that they have dragons in their garages -- but in every case the evidence is maddeningly elusive.  All of us admit we're disturbed at being gripped by so odd a conviction so ill-supported by the physical evidence.  None of us is a lunatic.  We speculate about what it would mean if invisible dragons were really hiding out in garages all over the world, with us humans just catching on.  I'd rather it not be true, I tell you.  But maybe all those ancient European and Chinese myths about dragons weren't myths at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Gratifyingly, some dragon-size footprints in the flour are now reported.  But they're never made when a skeptic is looking.  An alternative explanation presents itself.  On close examination it seems clear that the footprints could have been faked.  Another dragon enthusiast shows up with a burnt finger and attributes it to a rare physical manifestation of the dragon's fiery breath.  But again, other possibilities exist.  We understand that there are other ways to burn fingers besides the breath of invisible dragons.  Such "evidence" -- no matter how important the dragon advocates consider it -- is far from compelling.  Once again, the only sensible approach is tentatively to reject the dragon hypothesis, to be open to future physical data, and to wonder what the cause might be that so many apparently sane and sober people share the same strange delusion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Actually agree here. Why, as Christians are we offended that someone chooses not to believe as we do. This is in some way a rejection of us and what we believe, but it is not personal. They simply need more than we can show. I used to be them. I used to not believe, and could not see the "Dragon" either. I do now, and perhaps because I used to be a non believer, I am not offended by those who don't believe. I am offended when they choose to attack me, but non belief, well that does not offend me at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I have a dragon in my garage, you cannot see it, cannot physically prove it, but it is there nonetheless. You do not have to believe it, lets just agree together thateither you know something I don't, or I know something you don't, and leave it at that. I will leave you alone, and you can leave me alone. I won't attack you, you won't attack me...if only.&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/6775207698154565419-150979970492800690?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/150979970492800690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=150979970492800690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/150979970492800690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/150979970492800690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-dragon-in-my-garage.html' title='I have a Dragon in my garage'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-7722145047818694151</id><published>2009-07-28T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:35:31.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some comments stick with us</title><content type='html'>I was recently on a canoe trip with several friends. It was one of those guy trips where people make fun of each other and make rude comments and help each other out where necessary, a sort of male bonding ritual. I may or may not have expressed before that I am quite sarcastic and I used it to great extent on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think that for the most part everyone had fun, and lots of verbal "shots" were taken by everyone. One night around the campfire one of the men commented to his brother about me,  "everything he says is mean, haven't you noticed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comment wasn't meant as anything big, it was in a way a put down of the brother, but it really hit me hard. I don't want to be mean and I definitely don't want people to think I am mean. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I am kind of mean. I certainly am very good at it, if it is not a defining trait, it easily could be. Do I want it to be though? Is that how I want people to remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge for me is that I don't know how to be a part of a group like that without being sarcastic and funny and well...mean. I need to learn though, I need to change this part of me. I really like those guys, a few of them are more important to me than I will ever be able to express. yet, I put them down, and perhaps, just perhaps, hurt someone when I meant to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a solution about how to change this part of me, and my relationships in these settings, but I do know that today is the only day I can begin to change, and so today I will begin. I will accept advice from anyone, because I am simply lost in this regard...suggestions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-7722145047818694151?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/7722145047818694151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=7722145047818694151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7722145047818694151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7722145047818694151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-comments-stick-with-us.html' title='Some comments stick with us'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-2907126589542397172</id><published>2009-05-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:09:41.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emperor and the half wit</title><content type='html'>Today I read this quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor. - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27536.html"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly suspect that I am the half wit that spends all his time pointing out that the Emperor has no clothes on. Perhaps if I spent less time seeking other's faults and working on my own, I would be a better, happier person...or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-2907126589542397172?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/2907126589542397172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=2907126589542397172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2907126589542397172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2907126589542397172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/05/emporer-and-half-wit.html' title='Emperor and the half wit'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-1185603823828496052</id><published>2009-03-24T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:33:42.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer steals Hot dog!</title><content type='html'>Each week I receive a news compilation email called &lt;a href="http://www.thisistrue.com/"&gt;This is True&lt;/a&gt;. I enjoy the stories and get a kick out of Randy's comments. This week one of the stories got my goat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROSECUTOR, CHARGE THYSELF: A hot dog vendor in Athens, Ga., called police after someone ate a hot dog, then refused to pay for it. When officers caught up with the suspect, he denied knowing anything about it -- but officers noted he had mustard and ketchup on his shirt. The officer gave William Michael Olson another chance to pay for the dog or face arrest. "You are going to lock me up for a f---ing hot dog?!" Olson demanded. Sure enough, he refused to pay and was arrested for theft and public intoxication. After he was booked, Olson, 36, who admitted he had been drinking, resigned from his job: until then, he was an assistant district attorney. (Athens Banner-Herald) ...Red wine for meat, white wine for fish, rose for hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what got me riled up, this guy was a lawyer! How does a guy like that get through law school, and pass the bar. How is it that we have decided that the knowledge alone is enough to do a job like that. It makes me quite upset to think that this guy represents us in court. We need to stop just taking "good" students and start taking good "people" into these programs. We live in a litigious world, and one of the reasons is that we have stopped caring about right and wrong, and seem to only care about win or lose. In that same vein, as i was watching College Basketball this weekend I was struck when Missouri (who were up by two points with little time on the clock) were fouled, the player who was fouled is not good at shooting free throws, so all of a sudden, his "injury" was too bad for him to shoot his free throws, instead the coach got to substitute someone form the bench. They hit both free throws and won the game. The coach followed the rules, but really is that what was right in this situation? maybe this player was really hurt, but I doubt it, I am sure he could have shot, but win at all costs seems to be the motto, not win honorably or lose honorably, just win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an unfortunate thing that we have fallen to this lowly and miserable state. I find it embarassing to me as a human, that we are settiling for this lowly state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-1185603823828496052?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/1185603823828496052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=1185603823828496052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/1185603823828496052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/1185603823828496052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/03/lawyer-steals-hot-dog.html' title='Lawyer steals Hot dog!'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-4322374012616843659</id><published>2009-03-16T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:50:54.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>The Lost Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Most likely anyone who spends any significant (read: owns a computer) time on the Internet has already seen this. Even more likely is that you could apply this to any generation - although it is targeted to (and made by a person in) the Millennial, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generation_Y" target="_blank"&gt;Gen Y&lt;/a&gt;, Net Gen, Echo Boomers, iGeneration, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I am posting this the cumulative views are 4,385,187. It was originally posted November 30, 2007. Yup, a viral hit. But a fun view. Dave has told me that there is a church/Christianity-based version and they are all based on a commercial from Europe. Dave - please post/link to those if you are still able to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="youtube-video"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA" name="movie"&gt; &lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt; &lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;   &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the original &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFz5jbUfJbk"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Christian &lt;a href="http://www.sermonspice.com/videos/12756/this-is-the-truth"&gt;version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=84c7d015-9c67-47af-b8c4-65ff8c7b0aa3" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&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/6775207698154565419-4322374012616843659?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/4322374012616843659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=4322374012616843659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4322374012616843659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4322374012616843659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-generation.html' title='The Lost Generation'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-2272913790965886550</id><published>2009-02-28T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:05:30.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>The begining of the end...of the newspaper?</title><content type='html'>I have subscribed to a print version of a newspaper for a total of 2 years over my entire life. I subscribed to the &lt;a href="http://www.calgarysun.com/index.shtml"&gt;Calgary Sun&lt;/a&gt; during the 2002-2003 basketball season as I was coaching, and I subscribed to the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalpost.com/"&gt;National Post&lt;/a&gt; in 2006. Both times I recycled and as I took boxes of papers to the big green bins I reflected on how many issues I did not even crack open and how many others I only scanned a section or two. I just do not have the time to read the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a digital subscription to the &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryherald.com/index.html"&gt;Calgary Herald&lt;/a&gt; (for the past three years) and I do not even open the emails anymore. I do not have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started using &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader"&gt;Google Reader&lt;/a&gt; to scan the blogs I am interested in and I have added several news feeds. I use the "Mark as Read" feature too often. I just do not have the time to read them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do scan the headlines (sometimes) and I listen to news radio on my way to work. The radio, the old technology, is my largest source of news. Newspapers are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is a great (20 min.) look at the closure of a paper - a complete closure, no digital edition will remain. I learned about this from Mitch Joel over at &lt;a href="http://www.twistimage.com/blog/"&gt;Six Pixels of Separation&lt;/a&gt;. You can read his blog post &lt;a href="http://www.twistimage.com/blog/archives/stop-the-press/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3390739&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3390739&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3390739"&gt;Final Edition&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/bluerogue"&gt;Matthew Roberts&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-2272913790965886550?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/2272913790965886550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=2272913790965886550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2272913790965886550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2272913790965886550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/02/begining-of-endof-newspaper.html' title='The begining of the end...of the newspaper?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-5895219646459066950</id><published>2009-01-12T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:57:50.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarheels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCAA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><title type='text'>Why am I a sports fan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Considering there are more than 330 teams participating in Div. 1 basketball in the NCAA, and using this sport as a limited example, only 1 team will be crowned the National Champion at the end of the season, that leaves many, many fans disappointed. Considering also that in the 25 years I have been a college hoops fan the team I have chosen to follow, the North Carolina Tar Heels has won the championship twice (1993 and 2005). (They had previous to my following them also won championships in 1957 and 1982.) Looking only at the end-of-season result, I have been "disappointed" 23 times - a staggering 92% of the time. This is not a high rate of success. In those 25 years there have been 19 different teams who won those 25 championships (Kentucky(2), UNC(2), Duke (3), Uconn(2), and Florida(2) all had multiple championships), leaving somewhere near (the total number of teams has changed over the years) 300 schools who have not won the championship once in the past 25 years. And yet, I, and so many others, have continued to be loyal to "our" team, and to be a fan. What are we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I a sports fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help thinking this over the past week as I watched the Colts lose to the Chargers in the wild-card game (NFL playoffs), I read about the upset Boston College staged over the Heels @UNC and then watched my &lt;a href="http://www.sportsline.com/collegebasketball/scoreboard" target="_blank"&gt;CBS Live Scoreboard &lt;/a&gt;as the #3 Heels lost on the road to the (now) 13-0 #4 Wake Forest Demon Deacon's. I am not a huge NFL fan, and I was surprised how disappointed I was watching the game. I am a huge college hoops fan, and I was very disappointed and even hurt to read about and watch the UNC losses. I find myself being confused as to why it is that important to me. Nothing in my life, not my family, not my job, not my income (I do not bet on sports), nothing is different because a team I am cheering for won or lost. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, when the team I am cheering for wins I feel good about it. I will celebrate, and brag to my firends (especially if they cheer for another team), but the positive benefits are really quite small and they do not last very long. I am infused with a small amount of "fan happyness" for a short period, a couple of hours to a few days, but that is always the extent of it. In fact, after those few days I am already getting caught up in the "what about next year" chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the team loses (and, as I have said, every team loses more than they win - at least as far as the championship goes) it seems to hurt a lot more. And that hurt is so much more painful than the "joy" of the victory when they do win. Logically I should stop being a fan, as avoidance of the hurt should outweight the potential joy which is really not that much of a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't. I keep cheering. I keep following. I keep rationalizing to myself, 'this is the year', 'the next game will be better', or 'if "we" could only do more of x, y, and z.'. I cling to a thread that my support of the team is actually making an important difference in the team being successful. This group of people, none of whom I have ever met, are needing me to remain positive and keep my faith in them so they can be successful. The illogical arguments are unlimited. But I must continue, for I am a fan. And this is what fans do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. It seems I can not even understand myself. No wonder most women are driven crazy by their "sports fan" husbands. I should spend more time thinking about this but I can't. I've got articles to read and besides, we've got Virgina on Thursday and then 2 days later Miami(FL) at home. Heck, the way I see it, by the time we play @Duke on Feb. 11 we can go from being 0-2 in the ACC to 7-2. And, those Dookies are in trouble...they have to play Wake twice this season.&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/6775207698154565419-5895219646459066950?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/5895219646459066950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=5895219646459066950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/5895219646459066950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/5895219646459066950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-am-i-sports-fan.html' title='Why am I a sports fan?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-2784099995247076445</id><published>2008-11-17T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:02:42.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Life is full of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small meaningless ones, like what kind of coffee, or what to order in a restaurant, which route to take to the store, etc. We have gotten used to the huge number of choices, it is one of the things that happens in our society today. Most of these choices mean nothing, but what they do is suck up our time and energy. We no longer choose to do important things, we allow ourselves to be sucked along with whatever comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely choose what our lives are going to be about, or at least I don't. I simply go along with whatever course I have been on since my last major decision, which come about fairly rarely. I don't check and see if I am really doing what I should be, or want to be, I just keep going. I am an energizer bunny, but without the energy. I don't want to be that person, but can't seem to stop. I want my life to be focused, to be true, to be somehow "right". I just don't know how to get there. I feel like I am on the wrong path, but I have no idea whatsoever where the right path is. At some time in the past I did know, but now I am not so sure I am on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am driving on this highway at 120 km/hour I can see in the distance the mountains that are my goal, but in between, I cannot see if my road connects to them, for all I know the next dip in the road hides a curve that will lead me away from them. I feel lost and I don't even know if I can make a better choice. It makes me disconsolate. I wish for better choices, wiser choices. I am tired of simply choosing a latte, when I could be making a life choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am at "A" and I want to be at "G", do I need to go through B,C,D,E,and F to get there, or is there another way, that I cannot see. I am lost, and so I just continue trudging towards "B"... I hope that is the next step, but I am no longer sure. My next choice could be huge, but probably will be whether or not to get to work, or get a cup of coffee...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-2784099995247076445?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/2784099995247076445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=2784099995247076445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2784099995247076445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2784099995247076445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-8229844089019638819</id><published>2008-11-11T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:57:11.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propostition 8: The People have spoken - not hardly!</title><content type='html'>I just read an &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1857980,00.html?xid=rss-topstorieshttp://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1857980,00.html?xid=rss-topstories"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the Gay marriage vote on propostition 8 in California. Now as you may or may not know Proposition 8 was passed with 53% of the vote. This effetively (for now) ends gay marriage in California. This is not the part I was interested in though, what intrigued me, was the fact that the governor, and other proponents of gay marriage have said is that they will have this propostion thrown out by the courts as not valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well isn't that interesting...they may even be right, proposition 8 may in fact be a constitutional revision (not subject to change by vote) rather than an ammendment (which is able to be enacted by popular vote). The problem for me is that 53% of the people who voted decided that they did not want gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In North America today, we do not accept votes as being "what the people want", unless they  go in our favour. What we like to say is that, the vote isn't right, or that's not the way it should be done. Those arguments were available prior to voting day, but they thought they would win, and so said nothing. Now that they lost, they can't accept that 53% of the people don't want this, it must be flawed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the things wrong in Canada and the U.S., we have no respect for differing points of view. If the election goes the wrong way, then people are stupid and misled, and worse the whole vote was flawed, and not legal. It does not matter that the majority decided, they must not have understood, or something. They can't be smart and disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not above this, I understand, I just fight it in myself. I get that you and I might not agree on much, but that doesn't mean I am smart and you are not, it just means we disagree. What how can that be? In California 500,000 people was the difference. 5.4 million people voted to ban gay marriage. I assure you these are not 5.4 million dumb people, just as the 4.9 million people that voted for gay marriage are not dumb, but yet these people disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concerned that we are quickly becoming a society that values nothing but our own opinion, we have little to no tolerance for dissent. I don't know the solution, but I do know, I need to put more value in listening to others, and less in talking about my own thoughts (except here, of course).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-8229844089019638819?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/8229844089019638819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=8229844089019638819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/8229844089019638819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/8229844089019638819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/11/propostition-8-people-have-spoken-not.html' title='Propostition 8: The People have spoken - not hardly!'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-6115650930670695859</id><published>2008-11-05T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:33:36.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Bails and Carrot Cake are evil!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know what you are thinking. He's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are saying to yourself, I love Carrot cake, and probably, that is just a dumb thing to say. How can round bails and Carrot cake be evil. They are inanimate objects,  oh and by the way carrot cake is delicious. I get it, I understand your sentiment, but bear with me. Here is what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Bails - You see the options are square bails (rectangle actually) or round bails. Round bails are better for the farmer, less work to produce, more profit. That is exactly the point I say, square bails are better for the end user, you can haul them by yourself, don't need a machine. So why do they make them round? Aren't you listening, they are easier for the farmer, they make more money. My problem is, the square bails are better, so the oround bails serve one purpose, make more money, and make it easier (okay 2 purposes). Well why is more profit bad? It is not if more profit is good for all, but you see it is not, it is only better for one party. They chase more profits at the expense of the better product. This is exactly where society is going, we  don't care about better, we only care about more (McDonalds is a good example). Guess who wants us to focus away from better, Satan, that's right Satan. He wants us to focus on more money, not on better lives, or better products. So he created round bails. Get it? They are evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot Cake - Well, this one is actually easy. No one really likes Carrot cake, they only really like the cream cheese icing. Thye cake is just the delivery method. That is not why carrot cake is evil though, it is evil because it is a trick. Dessert's purpose is not to give us nutrients, it is to give us joy, a little piece of heaven on a plate. Carrot cake is deceitful, it combines vegetables and cake, then covers them with a delicious icing to fool us. Where I ask does deceit come from? Satan! That is whay Carrot cake is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that to the bakery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-6115650930670695859?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/6115650930670695859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=6115650930670695859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6115650930670695859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6115650930670695859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/11/round-bails-and-carrot-cake-are-evil.html' title='Round Bails and Carrot Cake are evil!'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-935530344562145721</id><published>2008-10-30T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:19:09.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.joethepeacock.com/2008/03/how-to-actually-talk-to-atheists-if.php"&gt;http://www.joethepeacock.com/2008/03/how-to-actually-talk-to-atheists-if.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-935530344562145721?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/935530344562145721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=935530344562145721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/935530344562145721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/935530344562145721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/10/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-9201751525834966696</id><published>2008-10-24T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:51:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing Crisis</title><content type='html'>Read this interesting article. Quick note, before I post it here, I think it becomes far too unfair towards Barack Obama. He did not cause this crisis, and though he did not prevent it either, he was no in a position to do so in my opinion. Nevertheless the article does raise some interesting and salient points about what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Orson Scott Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October 5, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would the Last Honest Reporter Please Turn On the Lights?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;An open letter to the local daily paper -- almost every local daily paper in America:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember reading &lt;em&gt;All the President's Men&lt;/em&gt; and thinking: That's journalism.  You do what it takes to get the truth and you lay it before the public, because the public has a right to know.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;This housing crisis didn't come out of nowhere.  It was not a vague emanation of the evil Bush administration.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a direct result of the political decision, back in the late 1990s, to loosen the rules of lending so that home loans would be more accessible to poor people.  Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were authorized to approve risky loans.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is a risky loan?  It's a loan that the recipient is likely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be able to repay.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The goal of this rule change was to help the poor -- which especially would help members of minority groups.  But how does it help these people to give them a loan that they can't repay?  They get into a house, yes, but when they can't make the payments, they lose the house -- along with their credit rating.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;They end up worse off than before.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was completely foreseeable and in fact many people &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; foresee it.  One political party, in Congress and in the executive branch, tried repeatedly to tighten up the rules.  The other party blocked every such attempt and tried to loosen them.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Furthermore, Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae were making political contributions to the very members of Congress who were allowing them to make irresponsible loans.  (Though why quasi-federal agencies were allowed to do so baffles me.  It's as if the Pentagon were allowed to contribute to the political campaigns of Congressmen who support increasing their budget.)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't there a story here?  Doesn't journalism require that you who produce our daily paper tell the truth about who brought us to a position where the only way to keep confidence in our economy was a $700 billion bailout?  Aren't you supposed to follow the money and see which politicians were benefitting personally from the deregulation of mortgage lending?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no doubt that if these facts had pointed to the Republican Party or to John McCain as the guilty parties, you would be treating it as a vast scandal.  "Housing-gate," no doubt.  Or "Fannie-gate."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead, it was Senator Christopher Dodd and Congressman Barney Frank, both Democrats, who denied that there were any problems, who refused Bush administration requests to set up a regulatory agency to watch over Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, and who were still pushing for these agencies to go even further in promoting subprime mortgage loans almost up to the minute they failed.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;As Thomas Sowell points out in a TownHall.com essay entitled &lt;a href="http://townhall.com/columnists/ThomasSowell/2008/10/03/do_facts_matter"&gt;Do Facts Matter?&lt;/a&gt; "Alan Greenspan warned them four years ago.  So did the Chairman of the Council of Economic Advisers to the President.  So did Bush's Secretary of the Treasury."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are facts.  This financial crisis was completely preventable.  The party that blocked any attempt to prevent it was ... the Democratic Party.  The party that tried to prevent it was ... the Republican Party.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet when Nancy Pelosi accused the Bush administration and Republican deregulation of causing the crisis, you in the press did not hold her to account for her lie.  Instead, you criticized Republicans who took offense at this lie and refused to vote for the bailout!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What?  It's not the liar, but the &lt;em&gt;victims&lt;/em&gt; of the lie who are to blame?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now let's follow the money ... right to the presidential candidate who is the number-two recipient of campaign contributions from Fannie Mae.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And after Freddie Raines, the CEO of Fannie Mae who made $90 million while running it into the ground, was fired for his incompetence, one presidential candidate's campaign actually consulted him for advice on housing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If that presidential candidate had been John McCain, you would have called it a major scandal and we would be getting stories in your paper every day about how incompetent and corrupt he was.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But instead, that candidate was Barack Obama, and so you have buried this story, and when the McCain campaign dared to call Raines an "adviser" to the Obama campaign -- because that campaign &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; sought his advice -- you actually let Obama's people get away with accusing McCain of lying, merely because Raines wasn't listed as an &lt;em&gt;official&lt;/em&gt; adviser to the Obama campaign.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You would never tolerate such weasely nit-picking from a Republican.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you who produce our local daily paper actually had any principles, you would be pounding this story, because the prosperity of all Americans was put at risk by the foolish, short-sighted, politically selfish, and possibly corrupt actions of leading Democrats, including Obama.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you who produce our local daily paper had any personal honor, you would find it unbearable to let the American people believe that somehow Republicans were to blame for this crisis.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are precedents.  Even though President Bush and his administration never said that Iraq sponsored or was linked to 9/11, you could not stand the fact that Americans had that misapprehension -- so you pounded us with the fact that there was no such link.  (Along the way, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; created the false impression that Bush had lied to them and said that there was a connection.)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you had any principles, then surely right now, when the American people are set to blame President Bush and John McCain for a crisis they tried to prevent, and are actually shifting to approve of Barack Obama because of a crisis he helped cause, you would be laboring at least as hard to correct &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; false impression.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your job, as journalists, is to tell the truth.  That's what you claim you do, when you accept people's money to buy or subscribe to your paper.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;But right now, you are consenting to or actively promoting a big fat lie -- that the housing crisis should somehow be blamed on Bush, McCain, and the Republicans.  You have trained the American people to blame everything bad -- even bad weather -- on Bush, and they are responding as you have taught them to.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you had any personal honor, each reporter and editor would be insisting on telling the truth -- even if it hurts the election chances of your favorite candidate.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because that's what honorable people do.  Honest people tell the truth even when they don't like the probable consequences.  That's what honesty &lt;em&gt;means&lt;/em&gt;.  That's how trust is earned.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Barack Obama is just another politician, and not a very wise one.  He has revealed his ignorance and naivete time after time -- and you have swept it under the rug, treated it as nothing.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile, you have participated in the borking of Sarah Palin, reporting savage attacks on her for the pregnancy of her unmarried daughter -- while you ignored the story of John Edwards's &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; adultery for many months.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I ask you now: Do you have any standards at all?  Do you even know what honesty means?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is getting people to vote for Barack Obama so important that you will throw away everything that journalism is supposed to stand for?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You might want to remember the way the National Organization of Women threw away &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; integrity by supporting Bill Clinton despite his well-known pattern of sexual exploitation of powerless women.  Who listens to NOW anymore?  We know they stand for nothing; they have no principles.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's where you are right now.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not too late.  You know that if the situation were reversed, and the truth would damage McCain and help Obama, you would be moving heaven and earth to get the true story out there.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to redeem your honor, you will swallow hard and make a list of all the stories you would print if it were McCain who had been getting money from Fannie Mae, McCain whose campaign had consulted with its discredited former CEO, McCain who had voted against tightening its lending practices.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you will print them, even though every one of those true stories will point the finger of blame at the reckless Democratic Party, which put our nation's prosperity at risk so they could feel good about helping the poor, and lay a fair share of the blame at Obama's door.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will also tell the truth about John McCain: that he tried, as a Senator, to do what it took to prevent this crisis.  You will tell the truth about President Bush: that his administration tried more than once to get Congress to regulate lending in a responsible way.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was a Congress-caused crisis, beginning during the Clinton administration, with Democrats leading the way into the crisis and blocking every effort to get out of it in a timely fashion.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you at our local daily newspaper continue to let Americans believe --and vote as if -- President Bush and the Republicans caused the crisis, then you are joining in that lie.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you do not tell the truth about the Democrats -- including Barack Obama -- and do so with the same energy you would use if the miscreants were Republicans -- then you are not journalists by any standard.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're just the public relations machine of the Democratic Party, and it's time you were all fired and &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; journalists brought in, so that we can actually have a daily &lt;em&gt;news&lt;/em&gt;paper in our city.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-9201751525834966696?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/9201751525834966696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=9201751525834966696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/9201751525834966696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/9201751525834966696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/10/housing-crisis.html' title='Housing Crisis'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-3706494251494312490</id><published>2008-10-07T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:28:38.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woolly Mammoth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otNb1o7wR3U/SOvUHVvxneI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MoS-jDKJVJQ/s1600-h/wooly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254526612819516898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otNb1o7wR3U/SOvUHVvxneI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MoS-jDKJVJQ/s320/wooly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a woolly mammoth. I am a Christian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My belief in Christ does nothing to deny my belief in the woolly mammoth. I am tired of people assuming that because of one, I must be denying the other. The creationists (and Me) claim that God created the universe.Some also claim a bunch of other stuff like the earth is only 6000 years old. I think it is important to actually think. I am not just talking to Christians here, but the atheists and agnostics who can't seem to discern between the two things, or perhaps choose not to. I actually don't mind what you believe, but maybe, just maybe how about this...Just because i believe something different than you does not make me stupid or evil or even wrong. You don't believe what I do, I don't assume that you are stupid or evil or even necessarily wrong. I believe you are wrong, but I am also aware that my belief is based on faith, just as yours is. Oh I know you say, no it is science, but come on, lets be honest. you don't know how the universe was created any more than I do. We have different explanations that's all. Mammoths were on the earth 36000 years ago, okay fine. Wow, see how easy that was. I believe God created them. Oh wait that bothers you too. I bet in a discussion about evolution you don't even know the difference between micro and macro evolution. Until you do, lets not talk about your theory, lets just agree to disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-3706494251494312490?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/3706494251494312490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=3706494251494312490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/3706494251494312490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/3706494251494312490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/10/woolly-mammoth.html' title='Woolly Mammoth'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_otNb1o7wR3U/SOvUHVvxneI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MoS-jDKJVJQ/s72-c/wooly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775207698154565419.post-6212236122122007094</id><published>2008-09-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:38:30.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 mph</title><content type='html'>I was talking with a friend of mine last night. He flies a jet for the Canadian military. He is in instructor training school and as a part of that he has to learn to do formation flying from the back seat of the airplane. The other day he was working on this, with his Commander sitting in the front seat. The commander is "old school" and thus swears quite a lot. Now he doesn't mean this to be rude or derogatory, it is just how he instructs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend says to me, "the next time I feel like something is particularly troubling or difiicult, I am going to think back to me going 300 mph in a formation 6 feet from three other planes, while my boss swears at me and realize, my daughter's temper tantrum is really not so bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me think about my own "tough" days at work. I had nothing, I mean what could I say? He was right, I am exceedingly fortunate in my life, my work, my family, my Church. I am going to try to remember this when I am feeling stressed...am I going 300 mph 6 ft from three jets, while my boss swears at me, no? Then maybe I should chill out a little, it's not really that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-6212236122122007094?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/6212236122122007094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=6212236122122007094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6212236122122007094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6212236122122007094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/300-mph.html' title='300 mph'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-4300855324291657026</id><published>2008-09-17T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:44:14.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wreckedfortheordinary.com/index.asp?filename=im-done-with-playing-church"&gt;http://www.wreckedfortheordinary.com/index.asp?filename=im-done-with-playing-church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-4300855324291657026?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/4300855324291657026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=4300855324291657026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4300855324291657026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4300855324291657026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought!'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-7015547309051243797</id><published>2008-09-14T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:25:29.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self_help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>A "projection" coincidence</title><content type='html'>After entering my post (see: &lt;a href="http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/perceptual-glasses.html"&gt;Perceptual Glasses&lt;/a&gt;) I headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.google.ca/reader"&gt;Google Reader&lt;/a&gt; and wouldn't you know it, the first entry waiting for me has a connection to my post. Here it is, from Guy Kawasaki no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.guykawasaki.com/2008/09/are-you-limitin.html"&gt;Are You Limiting Yourself?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GuyKawasaki Sep 14, 2008 1:55 PM - &lt;a href="http://blog.guykawasaki.com/2008/09/are-you-limitin.html"&gt;Show original item&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists dub the tendency to presume that others react to the world in the exact same way we do as "projection." For example, an entrepreneur is reluctant to schmooze and unwilling to discuss his company in social settings for fear of annoying potential customers and investors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Christopher R. Edgar, projecting can hold you back. Check out his article called &lt;a href="http://www.urbanmonk.net/329/are-your-projections-limiting-your-success/"&gt;"Are Your 'Projections' Limiting Your Success?"&lt;/a&gt; to learn more. The next time you find yourself doubting or fearing a nerve-racking situation, don't assume everyone else feels the same way. Bikshu Sangharakshita, author of Essence of Zen, offers advice on how to transcend potentially limiting projections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Try to discover what it is you most dislike in others, what you most often criticize and condemn them for. A little elementary self-analysis may reveal that those qualities are hidden in the depths of your own mind and that in criticizing others in this way you are, in fact, unconsciously criticizing yourself.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that other people will react negatively to some behavior because that's the way you feel can limit you. What's trickier is the assumption that if you like the behavior, others will like it too. This isn't true either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-7015547309051243797?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/7015547309051243797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=7015547309051243797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7015547309051243797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7015547309051243797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/projection-coincidence.html' title='A &quot;projection&quot; coincidence'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-8387811913546423897</id><published>2008-09-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:07:09.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat-earth moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grad_school'/><title type='text'>Perceptual Glasses</title><content type='html'>Two things have really moved me intellectually this past week. First, my research methods course presented three articles (one an original commentary on what needs to come of educational research - the other two responses to the first; one supporting the other attacking) that brought me to a new place of understanding - a flat earth moment. Second, the pre-class assignment that I have been working on tonight for my grad school seminar presented the concept that identity and reality are reflexive - that is the perceptual frame through which my identity is formed is the same frame through which I see the world. The perceptual glasses I wear cloud both my vision and my projection. Not in itself a flat earth moment - but as you will read - it lead to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The research methods course presented an original article where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Slavin"&gt;Robert Slavin&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.jstor.org/pss/3594400"&gt;http://www.jstor.org/pss/3594400&lt;/a&gt; - login required) or look it up (Evidence-Based Education Policies: Transforming Educational Practice and Research, by Robert E. Slavin © 2002 American Educational Research Association.) speaks to the US government funding available due to the "No Child Left Behind" (NCLB) legislation and how this is really a great opportunity for "Education" to make the jump to real research. You see, unlike hard sciences, Education has lapsed behind with very little quantitative research guiding the improvement of the profession. The majority of changes to teaching and schooling occur as the passing of anecdotal successes and the use of techniques and methods that have not been tested in true random and rigorously matched trials. Bottom line (and an examples he uses is) should a turn of the 20th century (1900) person be brought forward in time to today -- if they were a doctor in 1899, they would not be able to work as a doctor today -- but if they were a teacher then, they could easily step in as a teacher today. (This is arguable - but changes in classroom culture and content not withstanding - but much closer than in medicine, agriculture, chemistry, physics, biology, etc.) With the funding now available the opportunity exists to move education research into the quantity and quality required to really advance the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the article, and the two responses, really helped move me to a place that I had perhaps known, but not every articulated. Education is starving for quality research. And lots of it. What a "flat-earth" moment for me. And I am surprised that it was. I have been an educator for sixteen years and a student for much longer. This I should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. You see, the pre-amble to the pre-class assignment (how is that for pre- pre-?) speaks to the perceptual glasses that we all wear. And how these glasses tint both our projection of ourselves, but also our view of the world. Both my vision and the projection of myself is tinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The perceptual glasses metaphor is a helpful way of illustrating this. Suppose the lens of our world is coloured blue. If we shine a light through the lens, this projects an image to the world. We could call this our self-image or identity. The light coming back to us is what we perceive to be the exterior reality. However in this situation both the projection and the perception of the exterior reality are coloured blue....The observer and the observed are inextricably tied together in a reflection. Like an image in a mirror, they are looking at one another. How does one then escape a particular reflection? (source: Course document which referenced it from: &lt;a href="http://www.neoscience.org/reflexiv.htm"&gt;http://www.neoscience.org/reflexiv.htm&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-amble goes on to say that the escape of a reflection occurs when an individual is able to "let go of how what they thought they knew and move into another place." The examples of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galileo"&gt;Galileo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Columbus"&gt;Columbus&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/physics/laureates/1921/einstein-bio.html"&gt;Einstein&lt;/a&gt; are strong. And courage and honesty are key components of letting go. The flat earth experience is what I seek. It is why I study. It is why I live. It is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also my lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be harder than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-8387811913546423897?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/8387811913546423897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=8387811913546423897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/8387811913546423897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/8387811913546423897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/perceptual-glasses.html' title='Perceptual Glasses'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-9114347966623813618</id><published>2008-09-12T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:40:15.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>response to "761"</title><content type='html'>So I just read a blog of a friends, called &lt;a href="http://scott.club365.net/2008/09/761.htm"&gt;761&lt;/a&gt;. So after reading it, I went to the linked &lt;a href="http://www.alternet.org/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; it referred to. I don't care about how many bases the US has around the world, maybe I should, but I can't get excited about it. I wondered why this website was even talking about it, so i went to their home page and what do you know, to my own amazement (if you detect sarcasm...bing, bing, bing...you win the grand prize) it was a hard left wing, attack anything on the right. It was too funny after just having read this &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,420161,00.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither article is neutral, nor is either website. Here is what makes me laugh. The lefty website, as so many people, and so much media is on the attack against Sarah Palin. A lady who lives a normal life is now somehow the enemy, she has "no experience", though her job is the closest of any to President, she certainly doesn't have the credentials of Obama, who has written two autobiographies, but no major laws. I don't actually mind that she has a family, so does Obama. I don't mind that she is inexperienced, so is Obama. I don't care that she doesn't know who the Nepalese Finance Minister (Baburam Bhattarai), neither does Obama, nor did I until I looked it up, and will not remember it. What I do care about is, she is not running against Obama, McCain is. Can't attack him? What happened to a new kind of polititcian, seems to me that it is the same old thing, attack who you can, smear who you can, truth...doesn't matter, just try to win the election. I don't get a vote, but if I did, I would definitely not cast it for Obama, I just plain don't trust his holier than thou attitude, don't like it in Church, like it less in a polititican, especially one who says that he is just one of us. He's not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-9114347966623813618?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/9114347966623813618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=9114347966623813618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/9114347966623813618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/9114347966623813618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/response-to-761.html' title='response to &quot;761&quot;'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-591687634847296973</id><published>2008-09-04T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:23:57.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of school - college style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Today is the first day back for students at the college where I work. Well, first day back for some - first day &lt;b&gt;period &lt;/b&gt;for others. It is such a wonderful time of year. I really enjoy the energy, the confusion, and the sense of "beginning" that it brings.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The energy is in the volume of people in the hallways, and in the excitement they bring. The questions they ask and the acceptance of the answers. They are truly excited to be hear. Compared to a summer of traveling, or working, or that final summer of being lazy, this is a place of safety where they feel sheltered from the "work" world. I once called it the "real" world, but realized at some point in the past that for many this world runs parallel to another for which they spend their lives - it may be working, or parenting, or volunteering - but this existence is only a part of who they are. No matter - there is a sense of what could be, or what will be, that is new and not certain and this uncertainty contributes to the energy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The confusion is partially fueled by the energy as adrenalin is seldom a "good" hormone. Maybe to lift that car off your special someone - but for most we face the same fate as Bruce &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hulk_%28comics%29'&gt;Banner&lt;/a&gt;. Where is my first class? What does this room number mean? How to I read my timetable? Where do I go when I have all this open space in my day? What is the library loan policy? When does the campus lounge open? Where should I eat? What if I do not meet anyone who likes me? The questions are unlimited. Luckily the sense of beginning trumps both the energy and the confusion.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The sense of beginning is really the part I like. For the new student it is a completely new experience and such a different one from what they have ever experienced. Few things are as exciting as leaving high school behind and experiencing the freedom and personal accountability that comes with college. Many will make wrong decisions and will face tough consequences that are lessons in disguise. A good number will also make wrong decisions but remain on a path (although this will change both often and frequently - I object to &lt;a href='http://books.google.ca/books?id=PAZJL78j9TkC&amp;amp;dq=pirates+of+penzance&amp;amp;pg=PP1&amp;amp;ots=xENP-GE44f&amp;amp;sig=YPD3RnGn1DknubBfgs2Io26x5bM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=result'&gt;Pirates &lt;/a&gt;as sons-in-law) that leads them to graduation (at least 3, often 4 or 5 years down the road). And a small minority will make the right decisions and live to tell about it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For others this is year 2 (or 3, etc.) and for them also it is a new beginning. A chance to change or continue. A chance to make resolutions for a different year, an improved year, a better year. &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._T'&gt;Pity the fool &lt;/a&gt;who peaked last year and is trying to "remain" or "maintain" or "hold on for dear life" to the successes they experienced. It is probably best that we never quite know when we have peaked in real-time. Only upon reflection later can we identify, "that really was the best of time". I hope that most never need to look back - may each year be an improvement, a constant process that continues for their entire life. That would be my wish for all - and that would work well with each year being a new beginning.&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/6775207698154565419-591687634847296973?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/591687634847296973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=591687634847296973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/591687634847296973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/591687634847296973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school-college-stlye.html' title='The first day of school - college style'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-1482789014884766360</id><published>2008-09-02T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:21:52.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which am I</title><content type='html'>I just read this at &lt;a href="http://www.onesentence.org/"&gt;www.onesentence.org&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two kinds of friends in the world: the ones who help you up when you've passed out in a bar and call a cab and the ones that take 'funny' pictures of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure out if I am the good kind of friend or the bad kind...I guess if I don't know I am not the good kind...sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-1482789014884766360?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/1482789014884766360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=1482789014884766360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/1482789014884766360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/1482789014884766360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/09/which-am-i.html' title='Which am I'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-7605859552875920171</id><published>2008-08-29T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:31:09.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Letter.</title><content type='html'>I recently read a letter from Richard Dawkins (The God Delusion author) to his 10 year old daughter. It was interesting to me. In it he talks about how we know things. He talks about evidence and that without evidence nothing can be truly known. He tells her to be sceptical about anything that does not have evidence, and to be wary of "hunches" or things that just"feel right". It is quite a long letter, that I in no way believe was actually intended for his daughter, but in any case let me respond in kind, by writing my own letter to my own daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Dearest Daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are eleven, I want to write to you about something that is important to me. Have you ever wondered how we know the things that we know? How do we know, for instance, that the stars, which look like tiny pinpricks in the sky, are really huge balls of fire like the Sun and very far away? And how do we know that the Earth is a smaller ball whirling round one of those stars, the Sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is science. So what does science say about how they came to be? Well they don't, at least they don't agree, there is no evidence for that, so they just "hypothesize" another word for an educated guess. yep, a guess. Science is great, I am not deriding it, but when the best minds in the world tell me something, and they know it because of science, and then they tell me later that they were totally wrong. Or scientists disagree, what am i to think about science. Maybe they are not all knowing, just smart men who have some facts, but not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I am sceptical about, not just religion, but about science too. I don't believe, just because someone told me, or I read it somewhere. I need more than that. People love to put down others, i don't really understand why, but they particualrly like to put down other's ideas and beliefs. Thjey don't want you to reciprocate, that is not fair to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing for me, in the complete absence of any idea how the world became so complicated, when science tells us that nature should become less complicated (this is a process they call "entropy" that things go more towards chaos as a natural progression), not more complicated. But wait, evolution and science says that the opposite happens, the world, and creatures started simple, and have become more complicated and structured over time. I have an answer, the world is amazing and complicated, and beautiful because... it was created that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get that the evidence for it is not so easy to discern as timing the speed of something, but the evidence is all around us. I see the way a pebble thrown into a lake creates waves, and I think of God. I see a bird in flight and I see God's hand in action. To me to say that beauty happened by accident, or love is just one of those biological things, is just silly. I hear people, smart people, say things like that and I just don't understand. I like logic, as do they, and it doesn't make logical sense to me that it is all unintentional and accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise to you is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think, don't just accept, don't just disregard... think. Look around you and see what makes sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel, feel the wind on your face, the rain on your tongue, sand running through your fingers, love for another person, joy at being with them, sadness for no reason. When you feel these things, try to feel like it is all just coincidence, an accident that they exist at all, and never mind that the evoke emotion in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe, believe what you want, but always be wiling to continue to do the other two things. I may believe something, but that does not mean that I should stop thinking, or stop feeling and neither should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect, respect other's thoughts, feeelings and beliefs. It is wrong to treat others badly because they don't share yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, listen to people, and learn what they care about, what they belive, what they hold dear to them. It does not have to be the same as yours to be just as important to them as yours are to you, but you don't have to change to make anyone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Strong, be strong about who you are and what you think, do not let anyone change you. You be the person who changes you, if after careful consideration, you decide that you want to change, what you do, what you believe, what you care about, or what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, Be Yourself. You are an amazing young lady, who God created to be the only one of you in existence, you are not random, you are not an accident, you are not coincidence. You are unique and special in every way, so do not let anyone take that away from you. No matter what happens, no matter what is said, be You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the only you there will ever be, and I for one, Love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-7605859552875920171?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/7605859552875920171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=7605859552875920171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7605859552875920171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7605859552875920171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter.html' title='a Letter.'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775207698154565419.post-7133859402867632729</id><published>2008-08-25T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:17:45.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, so a guy, let's call him Steve, hasn't got a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn something new every day I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-7133859402867632729?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/7133859402867632729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=7133859402867632729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7133859402867632729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7133859402867632729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-1966509964701736251</id><published>2008-08-25T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:14:20.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A guy  - let's call him Dave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;An interesting conversation occurred today -- I thought I was an equal participant in the conversation but as it went on it dawned on me that I was being treated as a second-class citizen. I find it funny how that can happen and I was perplexed and challenged -- but there really was not much that I could do. The person I was having the conversation with has power over me. Silly power really, but power nevertheless. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see, the conversation was about basketball. More specifically about the ability to get tickets to see the pre-season favorite North Carolina  &lt;a href='http://tarheelblue.cstv.com/sports/m-baskbl/unc-m-baskbl-body.html'&gt;Tar Heels &lt;/a&gt;men's basketball team. This season. The season where they return their top six scorers, the consensus 2007 Player of the Year &lt;a href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyler_Hansbrough'&gt;Tyler Hansbrough&lt;/a&gt; and three potential NBA drafted players who decided to withdraw from the draft to &lt;a href='http://www2.journalnow.com/content/2008/jun/17/3-unc-players-will-return-to-school/sports-college/'&gt;return to school&lt;/a&gt;. The so called good friend whom I was having the conversation with now has (he did not always) a contact who is offering him tickets to see UNC live. And as I learned in the conversation -- he is not taking me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Power sucks. At least when he watches the team I cheer for destroy some sacrificial opponent he will remember that the Tar Heels have power over his team - the &lt;a href='http://www.goduke.com/SportSelect.dbml?SPID=1845&amp;amp;SPSID=22724'&gt;Duke Bluedevils&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Small consolation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-1966509964701736251?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/1966509964701736251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=1966509964701736251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/1966509964701736251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/1966509964701736251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/guy-let-call-him-dave.html' title='A guy  - let&amp;#39;s call him Dave'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-2954738371784155780</id><published>2008-08-21T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:17:17.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who is having a bad week. Now nothing really unusual there, we all do from time to time, but what makes this different is that he is finding it to be affecting his marriage and his faith. I don't know all the details, nor would I share them if I did, but he asked me the other day, "why does God allow stuff like this to happen". I don't think he is going through any major trauma, but he is struglling in a real way, no matter how small or large his current difficulties are, and really no matter what the problem is, who hasn't been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't had this thought? I know the correct theological answer, or at least something like it, but somehow providing that didn't feel right to me. It also didn't feel right to just say, "oh we all go through that", or something trite like that. In fact what I did say was, well nothing. I listened and tried to share the question without going through the answer. He is a smart guy and already knows all the Church answers to the question, but that doesn't mollify his pain. It doesn't make him feel better, it doesn't help in any real way. I am not gifted in this kind of thing, my friends will tell you how I am not into the "fuzzy"stuff like counseling. The thing is, I like this guy and I want to help, but I know that I can't, what I can do, just about all I can do is listen, empathize and pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't even want to think about the answer, just really feel that question. I am in awe of people who suffer and never question, at least I think I am. Actually as I think about this, I suspect that they are either not expressing their feelings, or they are a different species of human than me. I feel like there is value in asking questions, and sharing suffering. We all, or at least most of us, feel that pain from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I don't think I helped my friend. That makes me sad, and I wonder "why does God allow stuff like this to happen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-2954738371784155780?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/2954738371784155780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=2954738371784155780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2954738371784155780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2954738371784155780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-9196289924059026018</id><published>2008-08-13T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:39:07.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Baumann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>The Canadian Olympic Team</title><content type='html'>I am not sure this is the topic I wanted for my first post to this blog - but I need to start with something and this is really bothering me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will allow it I would like to share my opinion on the state of our Olympic team. In a word, the team is "terrible". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you begin to scream at me about how you did not allow me to share my opinion and you are thinking how can I say that about this group of athletes and it really is amazing just to make it (to qualify) for the level required at the Olympics let me ask you to pause and hear me out. My opinion about the team has nothing to do with any specific athlete (or their coach) or the colection of accomplishments that each athlete and the collective group of athletes has obtained. In fact, as a former coach and a proud Canadian I am extremely pleased, impressed, and honoured by all of our Olympic athletes. Every single one of them is doing the best they can with the resources they have been given to represent Canada and for that they need to feel proud and good about themselves. My problem is with the system - the way we encourage young Canadians to "enjoy" sport, presenting them with a diverse set of experiences and identify clusters of talent and nurture that talent through fun, rewarding and challenging opportunities. That last sentence was sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we not model ourselves after any country with any level of success greater than our own, we refuse to make sport development a priority at any level. From your local community association up to the PSO and NSO's we are too concerned with individual athletes, often the children of the rich or the "squeeky wheel", who have some level of talent, and how we can give them opportunities to "play". Our sport programs are marred by sports that "over-train", "over-game", and "under-perform". There is a great interview of Alex Baumann in a recent issue of Maclean's magazine (http://www.macleans.ca/culture/sports/article.jsp?content=20080806_83881_83881) where Baumann describes four keys for improving our Olympic team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: That's right. My focus is really on four things. The &lt;strong&gt;technical leadership&lt;/strong&gt; is probably the most important thing, ensuring we have the best coaches to run the program. &lt;strong&gt;Training in competition &lt;/strong&gt;is critical as well: providing athletes and coaches all the opportunities. Then, as you mention, the whole issue of injury management and prevention. &lt;strong&gt;Enhancing quality support services &lt;/strong&gt;would be the third aspect. Obviously we're pushing our athletes more and more and we need to ensure that we have injury management and injury prevention strategies, and ensure support services like sports sciences and physiology, psychology and biomechanics are there as well. That's what the leading nations are doing. The fourth thing in terms of focus needs to be &lt;strong&gt;increasing the organizational capacity of national sporting organizations&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four great points but he is missing in my opinion the most important - (really two points tied together) - young athlete opportunites with talent identification. We need to encourage the masses to try out and be exposed to a wide variety of sports and give them quality instruction (coaching) that presents the sport in a fun and engaging manner. Then sit back and watch for the two athletes characteristics needed at that level - enjoyment and any natural talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our athletes and coaches are truly amazing and are doing amazing things. For us to send more medals home we need to foster an environment of enjoyment and diversity - giving kids the chance to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 cents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-9196289924059026018?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/9196289924059026018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=9196289924059026018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/9196289924059026018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/9196289924059026018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/canadian-olympic-team.html' title='The Canadian Olympic Team'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14868560483388688860</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-6775207698154565419.post-4466102714273218889</id><published>2008-08-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:48:20.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know who you are</title><content type='html'>This is to the person, or more correctly people, you know who you are, who drive in the left hand lane. You are not passing, no you are just driving along as if it was your right to drive in that lane. It is not! It is a PASSING LANE, the signs clearly indicate that it is for passing (well what they say is slower traffic keep right), now since I have come up behind you, that means, logically I AM GOING FASTER, which means, hey what do you know, you are going slower, so move over. I have heard people say "I did not see you come up behind me", but if you moved over as a normal procedure, you wouldn't have to, you would already be out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now once in a while you will come across a slower moving vehicle, and you will need to pass them. Listen carefully, because this is important. If you decide to pass, do not pull in front of a car moving faster than you, and if by some chance you end up that way anyway, speed up, so you are out of their way faster. You see, we all have to use the roads, and if we all agree to follow some simple guidleines, we will all be happier, well I will be happier at the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point here is...stay right, except to pass, and when you pass, speed up , so that you are in the left lane for as short a time as possible. In fact, lets make it a game, in any trip see how little you can be in the left lane. Have your passengers keep track and hit you for anything over say 30 seconds (kind of like a punch buggy - no returns). I appreciate your attention on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-4466102714273218889?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/4466102714273218889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=4466102714273218889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4466102714273218889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4466102714273218889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You Know who you are'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-2286897660828722518</id><published>2008-08-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:45:17.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sure it wasn't a real baby!</title><content type='html'>I was just reading a post on a friend's blog. The post was about how the Church, well actually the "institutional church" is how it was put, is becoming irrelevant. It has lost the focus on God, it just spends its money in paying the mortgage and supporting itself. The argument goes on to say that we need to abandon this and do more communal style, impact the community type of activities and this really only happens outside of the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I am naive, maybe foolish, and likely just not smart, but I say that's total crap. I am not saying that the Church is not flawed or that "religion" is good. What I am saying is that it was always so. Read the Bible. Jesus spoke to the pharisees, guess what, the Church is the pharisses, Jesus addressed this issue, but did he say don't try to do this? Well, no. He rebuked the people who had lost there way, and perhaps many, maybe even all Churches have. I just refuse to say that we should stop getting together to worship God, because some Churches are missing the point. I don't even care if they all are. the possibility exists to make something that reaches out and also comes together for fellowship shared worship and growth. Yes, everything we do is ultimately tainted because we are human, and fallen and that's just the way it is. But the shock and surprise here is that all these new attempts are still done by humans and so, they will fail and fall, and be tainted also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just just grow weary of the railing against the traditional without any understanding that...EVERYTHING WE DO IS GOING TO RESULT IN THE SAME PROBLEMS...because we are the authors of them and we are the problem makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Church can suck and be wrong focused, man I can't get through a day without finding myself wrong focused. So should I stop living? Well let's not be stupid here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying we should not try some new things either,we can, but let's not stop doing some more traditional things either. I was not a believer and now I am, and I have news for you, it wasn't Church and it wasn't a coffe shop ministry and it wasn't a "cool" hip evangelist pretending to do something else, it was God, plain and simple. So lets get out of His way and join Him in His work, however we are called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-2286897660828722518?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/2286897660828722518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=2286897660828722518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2286897660828722518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/2286897660828722518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sure-it-wasnt-real-baby.html' title='I&apos;m sure it wasn&apos;t a real baby!'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-4564149214088098849</id><published>2008-08-07T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:11:15.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>"Would you tell me which way I ought to go from here?" asked Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"That depends a good deal on where you want to get," said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;"I really don't care where" replied Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"Then it doesn't much matter which way you go," said the Cat.&lt;br /&gt;- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1865), novelist and poet (1832-1898).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Church, seeking to change, but with no idea what it wants to become, and so no idea how to proceed and because of that it either will not change, or just does so randomly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-4564149214088098849?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/4564149214088098849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=4564149214088098849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4564149214088098849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4564149214088098849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-8984938507574020313</id><published>2008-08-07T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:45:52.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-e-s-p-e-c-t find out what it means to me</title><content type='html'>As I read a friends blog, i was struck by this thought, no I don't think it is new, or even unusual to express, but here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some People Suck! I am not talking about people in general, though they can, but specific people who for one reason or another take it upon themselves to make another person feel bad. Often out of selfish reasons. I know I have often done this myself, but I don't excuse it in myself, it is reprehensible. I also hate it in others when i see it. Why does it happen, why do I feel free to treat someone else with a lot less than the respect I want from them? I guess the answer is that I am so focused on my own issues and daily whatever that I don't care in that moment, and that is truly sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare that i will treat others as i wish to be treated (where have I heard that before?)...unless I get annoyed, then all bets are off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-8984938507574020313?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/8984938507574020313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=8984938507574020313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/8984938507574020313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/8984938507574020313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/r-e-s-p-e-c-t-find-out-what-it-means-to.html' title='R-e-s-p-e-c-t find out what it means to me'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-7583107371777180926</id><published>2008-08-06T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:00:36.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May be Pathetic, but what can I do?</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was bored at work, so I took one of my coworkers wireless phone headsets and switched with another coworkers. I laughed a lot when she tried to answer her phone, but could not pick up the line. I know, I know. It is pathetic how little things like that make me laugh, but they do. I can't help it, the "what is wrong with this phone, I don't get it" sent me over the edge. Do I need help? Can you even get help for problems like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-7583107371777180926?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/7583107371777180926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=7583107371777180926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7583107371777180926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/7583107371777180926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-may-be-pathetic-but-what-can-i-do.html' title='I May be Pathetic, but what can I do?'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-5006039825586290062</id><published>2008-08-05T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:57:31.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>We had some students over for supper yesterday. One of them found out I am studying to be a Pastor and he started asking me questions. Now as a former non-believer it should not really throw me off when this happens, and yet it totally did. I had no good answers only bad ones, to simple questions. I ended up staying up half the night thinking of how I should have answered them, and what I should have said. Now as far as I know, there is no way to go back and correct it, but since I have this, I may as well express my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you believe more in the Bible or in Evolution?&lt;br /&gt;A: I believe in God. I believe that he created everything and everyone. There is no "more" for me. I accept that the Bible has parts that may look more like myths to people, but I believe that the Bible is God inspired to convey something to us. I think that God wants us to know him and to enter into a relationship with him. I think the bible is a record of his attempts to do that, culminating in his Son Jesus Christ coming to show us the way. I believe it is true, yes all of it, but I can see that there are areas that cause people problems. I do not intend to gloss over them, I just think that even if there are areas that bother you, does not mean it is wrong, it may be as simple as, I just don't know, I can live with that. I think Evolution is a theory that has valid parts (creatures evolve over time), but has invalid parts (creatures do not become other creatures, even over long periods of time). This does not in any way affect my belief in God. If God used evolution, then he did, if he didn't then he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you believe in the Bible when parts are so clearly myth, like Sampson and Delilah? He lost his hair and all his strength?&lt;br /&gt;A: It is possible that that is a story with a purpose, not intended as a literal truth to be believed as such. I guess what I really think though is this... The creator of the universe gives different abilities to each of us. I certainly think it is possible that someone who spends his entire life, eating carefully, living a God filled life (such as Sampson) could have an inner and outer strength that defied conventional wisdom, and that part of what made him strong was the inner knowledge of God's power in him. I further think that if he discovered one day that what made him special in his own, and God's eyes, was taken from him through his own arrogance and foolishness, that he would be incapable of defending himself the way he had before. The world is a wondrously compex thing and our attempts to make it simple are also arrogant and foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: So you think Evolution is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;A: I think that science has shown some huge problems with it. I think that my belief in something or disbelief in something makes absolutely no difference whatsoever to its truth or actuality. When I was an atheist, God was. My non-belief in Him, made no difference to whether or not God existed. The exact same thing goes for Evolution, my not believing it makes no difference to whether it is true or not. It is or it isn't, I don't think it is true, but hey I could be wrong, I have been many times, and will be many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: (not really a question, or even expressed exactly this way) I hope you don't think I am being rude challenging your beliefs this way.&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;em&gt;Not at all, I enjoy talking about this. I also want to say that I expect that you are an intelligent person who has thought about his views, and as such I want you to know that I am not trying to convince you to accept mine as yours, I am simply expressing mine in, I hope, a way you can understand.&lt;/em&gt;  I wrote it this way originally, but as I now reread it, I have a different take... I think he was being rude and derogatory. It is exactly how I was when I was an atheist and his age. I was painfully aware at the time, that I was giving bad answers, but the fact is, there is no excuse for my rudeness when I was his age, and little for his. I am so sorry to anyone I offended in the past, I wish I could go back and talk to myself (though I probably wouldn't listen), and I really hope that my friend will realize faster than I did, that being arrogant without accomplishment, just makes you a clown... and not even a fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the conversation did not go this way, but I wish it had, not that what I just wrote was perfect, but it would have been better. I feel like I let myself and God down by not better expressing my thoughts, feelings and beliefs. I hope by doing this that if ever that comes up again, I will do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-5006039825586290062?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/5006039825586290062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=5006039825586290062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/5006039825586290062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/5006039825586290062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-had-some-students-over-for-supper.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-6506645520113714106</id><published>2008-08-01T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:51:16.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooo Steve?</title><content type='html'>So we created this to both blog about whatever, and so far Steve is not carrying his share of it. Perhaps I have been talking about stuff that is not relevant for him. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me the other day how I manage my bookmarks, did I use a special program, and how did I keep track of them, sort them, and how often did I update, delete and reorganize them, this is what i do, it may help some of you out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I categorize my fiolders into similiar sounding names, such as "cool things" and "very cool things"&lt;br /&gt;This allows me to be unsure where I put stuff, and I often end up with mutiple instances of the same webpage for convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I use only the bookmark tool that my browsers come with, yes I use two different one, which also allows me to further create confusion and have multiple entries of the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, about once a year I go in to organize them, usually i discover a cool website I haven't visited in a long time, spend an hour on it and forget about the organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mutli pronged approach lets me feel organized without actually being organized, since that is much more work. i highly recommend this system, and would be happy to further elaborate to any interested parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-6506645520113714106?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/6506645520113714106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=6506645520113714106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6506645520113714106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/6506645520113714106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/08/hellooooo-steve.html' title='Hellooooo Steve?'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-739188604269978977</id><published>2008-07-31T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:57:33.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Human</title><content type='html'>So this morning I overheard a conversation between two people. One of which states that it is clear that God's wrath is being showered on the USA for its arrogance. this person went on to list several recent tragedies and natural disasters to bolster their case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy it! If God was going to hit the arrogant, seriously France has to be first. Okay well maybe not, but I still don't buy it. To me saying things like that are supremely arrogant by themselves. Are all the people affected by these things arrogant? No, so then God is punishing everyone for the sins of a few. And not even a strong minority, just those that are on TV a lot. I have met many Americans and I find them like people everywhere, to be like people everywhere. That is, they are nice, rude, funny, sad, sick, great, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I be wrong, oh aboslutely, but I would much rather be wrong in giving someone the benfit of the doubt, than wrong in judging others. Not that i am above that kind of thing, just that I try to be, but like people everywhere, I am human, at least mostly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-739188604269978977?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/739188604269978977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=739188604269978977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/739188604269978977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/739188604269978977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-wrath.html' title='Mostly Human'/><author><name>Dave</name><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-6775207698154565419.post-4008571509812776127</id><published>2008-07-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:42:45.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Flat Earth?</title><content type='html'>once upon a time, not so long ago, everyone (or at least most people) believed the world was flat. They knew it, they rarely would have debated this fact, it wouldn't have occured to them. It's like gravity, we know it, no need to discuss it, or debate its existence. I used to feel this way about religion and religious people. I didn't see anything wrong with it, but since I knew it wasn't true, there was no need to discuss it, unless it was to reidicule or demean it. It was a crutch, a tool for those weaker than me. They needed it to put meaning into their lives. Fine with me, just not relevant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine day, something extraordinary happened, I realized that there were too many "coincidences" in nature for it to be random. Sceptics beware, I know all the other arguments, I made them myself in times past, but now I see the other side. I am not saying there is anything wrong with being a sceptic, or being sceptical about religion. I mean look around, religion is responsible for some terrible things. The thing is, that is religion and religious people, not God. At one time I knew...get that "knew" that God wasn't (the world was flat) and then I realized...I was wrong. So now I am, and have been for the past decade or so, on a journey of discovery. About what I know, knew and am yet to know. My friend Steve and I talk about many of these things, and lots of less important things, so we thought we would begin this blog to talk about them, with each other and anyone else that comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775207698154565419-4008571509812776127?l=daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/feeds/4008571509812776127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775207698154565419&amp;postID=4008571509812776127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4008571509812776127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775207698154565419/posts/default/4008571509812776127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveh-flatearththingswethoughtweknew.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-flat-earth.html' title='Why Flat Earth?'/><author><name>Dave</name><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>
