<?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-6109895</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:43:13.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry ..... I'm Broken</title><subtitle type='html'>Ummm.... sure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-7801938033992617361</id><published>2009-02-25T00:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:40:55.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So the Blogging Thing ...</title><summary type='text'>OK,So apparently there is at least one person out there who reads or at least has read my blog. I supposed I should try to write something on it a bit more often. There is much I want to say. The problem is that this may not be the best format under which for me to say it. Honestly I can't imagine too many people actually care about what I have to say and at most this only presents yet another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/7801938033992617361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=7801938033992617361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/7801938033992617361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/7801938033992617361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-blogging-thing.html' title='So the Blogging Thing ...'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-8461193789995265456</id><published>2009-01-26T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:03:22.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things about Me - This is Amanda's Fault</title><summary type='text'>OK so 25 random statements about myself. Here we go... I am not tagging anyone as I believe that everyone around me has already been tagged by someone else.1.  I never ever never would have believed or conceived that my job title would someday be: Stay At Home Dad.2. My life changed forever the day I first saw Star Wars.3. I had Pneumonia 3 times before I was a year old.4.  The only thing I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/8461193789995265456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=8461193789995265456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/8461193789995265456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/8461193789995265456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me-this-is.html' title='25 Random Things about Me - This is Amanda&apos;s Fault'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-925397072810839230</id><published>2009-01-09T08:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:10:29.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About: High School</title><summary type='text'>I have been recently thinking a lot about High School. I spent some time the other day poking around on Facebook looking at people I knew from high school. After a while it occurred to me that I was just getting more and more depressed the more I did.Turns out ... I really hated high school. There were an awful lot of people who went out of their way to make my life miserable. This was not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/925397072810839230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=925397072810839230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/925397072810839230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/925397072810839230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-about-high-school.html' title='Thinking About: High School'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-3247988286509394032</id><published>2008-12-22T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:20:14.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back?</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking a lot about writing again. I have things to say. The problem is that they aren't always nice things or helpful things. So perhaps I may just take a few small steps back in to the larger world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/3247988286509394032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=3247988286509394032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/3247988286509394032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/3247988286509394032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='Back?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-4575372960041970634</id><published>2007-02-16T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:37:24.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Me Find a Home</title><summary type='text'>Her name is Abbey.￼She is free to a good home.She is an eighty-five pound German Shepherd Dog. She is 8 years old and in very good health. She is fixed and current on all of her shots.Time has come for her to live elsewhere. She has been a faithful companion to me for the last eight years. She has gotten me through a divorce, and other various life traumas. But she no longer is able to fit into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/4575372960041970634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=4575372960041970634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/4575372960041970634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/4575372960041970634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2007/02/please-help-me-find-home.html' title='Please Help Me Find a Home'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/RdZAFkNi3eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/25RwUUi07-Y/s72-c/abbey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-114452761220166640</id><published>2006-04-08T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:20:12.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics of My Favorite Newborn</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/114452761220166640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=114452761220166640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/114452761220166640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/114452761220166640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-pics-of-my-favorite-newborn.html' title='More Pics of My Favorite Newborn'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-114428932383405471</id><published>2006-04-05T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:08:43.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Mackenzie Carlson</title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to introduce you to the newest love in my life, my new daughter Emma Mackenzie Carlson; born: 12:54 pm - April 3,2006. This is truly one of the most amazing moments in my life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/114428932383405471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=114428932383405471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/114428932383405471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/114428932383405471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2006/04/emma-mackenzie-carlson.html' title='Emma Mackenzie Carlson'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-114053660180916162</id><published>2006-02-21T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:43:21.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Since I've Been Tagged  And All ....</title><summary type='text'>come to think of it, I am pretty sure I have done this before, the interesting things is that this time might turn out different. four jobs i've had in my life:* Pet Store Manager* Restaurant Manager* Collector* 3rd Shift Busboy at Bob Evansfour movies i can watch o'er and o'er:* All Three Lord of the Rings Movies* The Star Wars Movies, especially the original Three* Indiana Jones* The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/114053660180916162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=114053660180916162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/114053660180916162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/114053660180916162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-since-ive-been-tagged-and-all.html' title='Well Since I&apos;ve Been Tagged  And All ....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-113682281983134817</id><published>2006-01-09T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:06:59.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherein the author attempts to split scriptural hairs ....</title><summary type='text'>OK .... So yesterdays sermon hit me where I live. Ram was the guest speaker and he spoke very convincingly about the conflict between God and Mammon(wealth). He also purposely I believe left several questions unanswered for his listeners to wrestle with on their own time. Like many of us present the part of the sermon that really resonated was the idea that Mammon or wealth is not in reality a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/113682281983134817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=113682281983134817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113682281983134817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113682281983134817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2006/01/wherein-author-attempts-to-split.html' title='Wherein the author attempts to split scriptural hairs ....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-113578357067304197</id><published>2005-12-28T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:26:10.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard in a Columbus restaurant last night....</title><summary type='text'>Patron 1 "I think I am prejudiced against people with glass eyes."Patron 2 "Why's that?"Patron 1 "Well when I talk to them I feel like they are never making eye contact."Patron 2 "Well... that's because they can't."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/113578357067304197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=113578357067304197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113578357067304197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113578357067304197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/12/overheard-in-columbus-restaurant-last.html' title='Overheard in a Columbus restaurant last night....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-113561441783010773</id><published>2005-12-26T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:26:57.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O Come Let Us Adore Him .....</title><summary type='text'>I have to record this memory before it slips away. On Christmas Eve after dinner, after opening some gifts with my side of the family, we as a group went to midnight mass over at Immaculate Conception Catholic Church. This is something I do every year, even though I am no longer a practicing Catholic. I guess I need to get my occasional fix of smells and bells and the saying of things like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/113561441783010773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=113561441783010773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113561441783010773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113561441783010773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-come-let-us-adore-him.html' title='O Come Let Us Adore Him .....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-113527018873936727</id><published>2005-12-22T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:49:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime is Here</title><summary type='text'>Well it is getting to be about that time of year. A time when one's thoughts to turn to things like candy canes and sugar plums and such. At least it used to. This year I have been repeatedly visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past and hassled by the Ghost of Christmas Present.    During my formatve years Christmas was always a time of magic. It was one of the few shining points in a somewhat drab</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/113527018873936727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=113527018873936727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113527018873936727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113527018873936727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmastime-is-here.html' title='Christmastime is Here'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-113457520097471427</id><published>2005-12-14T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:49:58.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Reason My Wife is So Cool .....</title><summary type='text'>My wife is so cool. As a graduation present she took me to a Blue Jackets game last night. Even though the home team lost much fun was had by all. I would have to say that after having finally partaking in a real live Jackets game ( as opposed to seeing them on television), and a real live Columbus Crew game, I prefer the Hockey to the Soccer. I just really like watching hockey. Anyway I had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/113457520097471427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=113457520097471427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113457520097471427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113457520097471427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/12/yet-another-reason-my-wife-is-so-cool.html' title='Yet Another Reason My Wife is So Cool .....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-113442237137341168</id><published>2005-12-12T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:27:59.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Finished</title><summary type='text'>Saturday, December 17th, 200510:00 AMOhio Dominican UniversityWinter Commencement Ok so I haven't written anything here in a long time. That is because I have devoted the vast, VAST majority of my creative energy to the myriad of projects that have been required of me this semester. But that is all behind me now, because .... I AM FINISHED, I am done, I am gone, I am Casper, I will finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/113442237137341168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=113442237137341168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113442237137341168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/113442237137341168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-finished.html' title='It Is Finished'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112542634521974518</id><published>2005-08-30T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:27:56.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Baby Picture</title><summary type='text'>I ..... am speechless</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112542634521974518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112542634521974518' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112542634521974518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112542634521974518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-baby-picture.html' title='The First Baby Picture'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112437189842250692</id><published>2005-08-18T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:33:39.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from John, who stole it from Karen ....</title><summary type='text'>1. What is your occupation? Student, or : corporate trained chimp in training2. What color is your underwear? Green with little with pineapples 3. What are you listening to right now? Crickets, and the occasional car4. What was the last thing you ate? A handful of the almonds that I had bought for my pregnant wife5. Do you wish on stars? nope6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112437189842250692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112437189842250692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112437189842250692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112437189842250692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/08/stolen-from-john-who-stole-it-from.html' title='Stolen from John, who stole it from Karen ....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112377260333464076</id><published>2005-08-11T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:06:10.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am thinking about today....</title><summary type='text'>"With arms wide open" by CreedWell I just heard the news todayIt seems my life is going to changeI close my eyes, begin to prayThen tears of joy stream down my faceWith arms wide openUnder the sunlightWelcome to this placeI’ll show you everythingWith arms wide openWell I don’t know if I’m readyTo be the man I have to beI’ll take a breath, take her by my sideWe stand in awe, we’ve created lifeWith</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112377260333464076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112377260333464076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112377260333464076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112377260333464076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-i-am-thinking-about-today.html' title='What I am thinking about today....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112367623149674580</id><published>2005-08-10T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T07:17:11.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, It's About This Big</title><summary type='text'>Well my wife has taken to calling the child, "peanut", this is appropriate since that is about the size of it now. OK I am not comfortable with the pronoun for my future child being "it" ..... any ideas? Well Erica is having a grand ole time being pregnant, I sort of picture a very small baby sitting in front of a control panel with just four buttons: Sleep, Eat, Drink, Pee. Her sleep schedule is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112367623149674580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112367623149674580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112367623149674580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112367623149674580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/08/yep-its-about-this-big.html' title='Yep, It&apos;s About This Big'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112318751718229688</id><published>2005-08-04T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:05:33.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What......</title><summary type='text'>Well just in case you are one of the few who hasn't heard it yet.....Erica and I are pregnant...... I doesn't seem real yet ...... but alas I am certain that sleeplessness awaitsso if anyone has any advice, interesting ideas for names or the like feel free to pass 'em on downsee ya'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112318751718229688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112318751718229688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112318751718229688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112318751718229688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/08/guess-what.html' title='Guess What......'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112204942401011475</id><published>2005-07-22T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:23:44.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out the Rock-Star Mullet</title><summary type='text'>I was poking around some old pics and I stumbled across this one. enjoy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112204942401011475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112204942401011475' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112204942401011475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112204942401011475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/07/check-out-rock-star-mullet.html' title='Check Out the Rock-Star Mullet'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112082885172295928</id><published>2005-07-08T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:56:59.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About London</title><summary type='text'>There has been an awful lot of talk about how racist and fear mongering the press has been in it's coverage of the London bombings. I have to say that I find this somewhat curious. We are all up in arms because "the media" seems to have a preference for WASPs. First of all let's examine the plank in our own eye. I would be willing to bet that whenever you hear about a tragedy somewhere your/my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112082885172295928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112082885172295928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112082885172295928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112082885172295928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-about-london.html' title='Something About London'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112075734388397482</id><published>2005-07-07T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:29:03.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pride of London</title><summary type='text'>Taken from the website of the BBC in LondonLondon PrideYou come to place your bags of hateOn bus and train, you made us lateYet we’ll be back again tomorrowWe’ll carry on despite our sorrowYour bags of hate caused some to dieYet we stride out strong with heads held highYou’ll never win, we will not bowYou can’t defeat us, you don’t know howThis London which we love with prideIs a town where scum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112075734388397482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112075734388397482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112075734388397482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112075734388397482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/07/pride-of-london.html' title='The Pride of London'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112068646133916466</id><published>2005-07-06T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:47:41.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Africa</title><summary type='text'>Ok here are the flaws in what has been proposed so far: The biggest problem in Africa isn't debt, it isn't AIDs, it isn't even famine. The biggest problem in Africa is corruption, lack of any true rule of law. While the situation isn't as bad in some of the more developed countries, it is terrible it the countries that actually need the help. You can cancel all the debt you want, send all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112068646133916466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112068646133916466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112068646133916466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112068646133916466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/07/about-africa.html' title='About Africa'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-112062601278038746</id><published>2005-07-05T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:37:12.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh..... Cause I Needed More Of That **warning this is a rant**</title><summary type='text'>Oh ..... look there...... it's Live 8 Cause like I really need more hollywood types and rock stars telling me I should be outraged. If you depend on a rock star to jumpstart your concience...... you should just give up now. Hey I have an idea how about we get all the hollywood types and rock stars to take some of the money they spend on mansions, sports cars, parties and crack and pay off some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/112062601278038746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=112062601278038746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112062601278038746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/112062601278038746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-cause-i-needed-more-of-that-warning.html' title='Oh..... Cause I Needed More Of That **warning this is a rant**'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111990896895107245</id><published>2005-06-27T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:49:28.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I actually got around to posting something</title><summary type='text'>ok......I really need to get back on the ball here with this blogging thing. I have been busy with school.... trying taking 400 level college courses in eight weeks. Anyway other than that things are going well. Erica and I went on a leaders retreat with several other Central Vineyardites to the grounds of Vineyard Central in Cincinnati a few weekends ago. It was pretty cool. We learned a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/111990896895107245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=111990896895107245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111990896895107245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111990896895107245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-i-actually-got-around-to-posting.html' title='Wow I actually got around to posting something'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111772553727953607</id><published>2005-06-02T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:18:57.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good times....</title><summary type='text'>First off, I would like to thank everyone who showed up at our little homegroup cookout last night. I believe that everyone had a good time and by doing so made it a success. Thanks guys…. You rock!!!I have noticed a pattern that has begun to develop in our home over that last couple of weeks, and it is a pattern I feel I wish to see repeated. It goes like this: We have some friends over, We have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/111772553727953607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=111772553727953607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111772553727953607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111772553727953607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-times.html' title='good times....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111685985202312958</id><published>2005-05-23T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:21:37.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Report</title><summary type='text'>Well it’s Monday….The weekend was good. So what have I been up to?Well recently I picked up a new tutoring student. (This is a pretty good gig for me)I have seen the new Star Wars twice … good story, great special effects, bad dialogue … ‘nuf said. I am getting my car worked on … was in a car accident last a few weeks ago and I needed to get some bodywork done … so we are down to one car and two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111685985202312958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111685985202312958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-morning-report.html' title='Monday Morning Report'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111652758774238881</id><published>2005-05-19T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:33:07.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not so sure about this.....</title><summary type='text'>Your Political ProfileOverall: 85% Conservative, 15% LiberalSocial Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% LiberalPersonal Responsibility: 100% Conservative, 0% LiberalFiscal Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% LiberalEthics: 50% Conservative, 50% LiberalDefense and Crime: 75% Conservative, 25% LiberalHow Liberal / Conservative Are You?I have to admit that on some of the questions I really didn't like either </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/111652758774238881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=111652758774238881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111652758774238881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111652758774238881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-not-so-sure-about-this.html' title='I&apos;m not so sure about this.....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111621493282921587</id><published>2005-05-15T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:42:12.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Barking Dogs and Uncomfortable Bicycle Seats</title><summary type='text'>Well as  usual it's been a while since I posted last. So here is a little update on what's been happening in my world. Well we have had a couple of lovely chats with some of the people who live around us and it turns out that my dog howls and barks constantly when noboby is here, and apparently this has become quite the nuisance. So tomorrow I will be talking to the vet about barking control </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/111621493282921587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=111621493282921587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111621493282921587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111621493282921587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-barking-dogs-and-uncomfortable.html' title='Of Barking Dogs and Uncomfortable Bicycle Seats'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111247573799808100</id><published>2005-04-02T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:59:50.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passing of Karol Wojtyla</title><summary type='text'>A true giant has left us, he has been called home. I have been moved by his life and now by his death.70,000 silent mourners in St. Peters. How will the world change?I am truly saddened today. I don't know what else to say.Karol Wojtyla may you rest in peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/111247573799808100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=111247573799808100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111247573799808100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111247573799808100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/04/passing-of-karol-wojtyla_111247573799808100.html' title='The Passing of Karol Wojtyla'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111213607356710038</id><published>2005-03-29T17:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:41:13.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that Big Shiny Thing In the Sky?</title><summary type='text'>Well, the sun actually came out today, and it wasn't: cold, raining, snowing, etc. Could this mean that spring is actually here? One would definitely hope that was the case. So your wondering where I've been? C'mon you know you are. All the cool people have been wondering about it. I have been.... well...... busy, for lack of a better term. Beyond that almost everything that I have thought to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/111213607356710038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=111213607356710038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111213607356710038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111213607356710038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-that-big-shiny-thing-in-sky_29.html' title='What&apos;s that Big Shiny Thing In the Sky?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-111034557024147469</id><published>2005-03-09T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:22:58.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the wheel of time just spins and spins</title><summary type='text'>I am in the process of preparing for a midterm for a course entitled “History of American Foreign Policy” I have names like William McKinley, Theodore Roosevelt, and Woodrow Wilson rolling around in my brain, these men being some of the giants of the American political pantheon. But as I read and think about these men and the decisions they made I can’t help but think the we as a nation just seem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/111034557024147469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=111034557024147469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111034557024147469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/111034557024147469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/03/wheel-of-time-just-spins-and-spins.html' title='the wheel of time just spins and spins'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-110978734767796894</id><published>2005-03-02T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:15:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a response of sorts</title><summary type='text'>I originally wrote this as a response to post on Seth's blog, but I also thought I would share it here....Seth I have been giving your writings some though. I believe that Jesus was in general an advocate of solving problems by peaceful means. What I think is that God/Jesus instead of calling us to be all one way or all the other, I think that we are called to be situationally appropriate when it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/110978734767796894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=110978734767796894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110978734767796894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110978734767796894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/03/response-of-sorts.html' title='a response of sorts'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-110597898451243157</id><published>2005-01-17T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T09:51:04.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Who Would Mock The Small White Dog .......</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/110597898451243157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=110597898451243157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110597898451243157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110597898451243157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/01/for-those-who-would-mock-small-white.html' title='For Those Who Would Mock The Small White Dog .......'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-110556359284515231</id><published>2005-01-12T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T15:59:52.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Contempt of a Small White Dog</title><summary type='text'>ok, here is something wierd about me, I can usually win over the affection of just about every dog I meet. I don't know if one would call that a gift, a skill, or just some random genetic trait. whatever it is..... I have it..... at least I did. I have apparently met my match in the shape a small white dog, not just any small white dog, my wife's small white dog. Her name is Lucy, and she is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/110556359284515231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=110556359284515231' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110556359284515231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110556359284515231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/01/contempt-of-small-white-dog.html' title='The Contempt of a Small White Dog'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-110516549002973107</id><published>2005-01-08T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T01:24:50.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Well I know it's been a while since I have written anything here..... honestly most of what I have to say isn't really fit for print..... but that as they say is another story entirely. 1st I would like to say that I really like being married. God has blessed me a wonderful companion, I am so blessed that I don't think I could express it completely. The tsunami news has affected me in an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/110516549002973107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=110516549002973107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110516549002973107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110516549002973107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2005/01/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-110155925504372470</id><published>2004-11-26T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T07:40:55.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all the gin joints in all the world</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here in a smancy airport bar here in the Denver. I am contemplating my life returning to normal. I have spent roughly the first week of my marriage in the idealic snow-covered mountain village of Telluride Co. This last week has been almost surreal. Last night we took a gondola ride and watched on of the most incredible sunsets I have ever seen as the sun set behinds the cold and ghostly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/110155925504372470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=110155925504372470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110155925504372470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110155925504372470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/11/of-all-gin-joints-in-all-world.html' title='Of all the gin joints in all the world'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-110142830620438374</id><published>2004-11-25T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:18:26.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Telluride Co.</title><summary type='text'>hello to all two of my readers.Well Erica and I are here in Telluride Colorado, on our honeymoon, This quite the quaint little town and we are having a really good time. The weather has been great and the food has been even better. Well it's Thanksgiving and we are going to heading to a quaint little french place for dinner. My life has changed dramatically since last year at this time, and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/110142830620438374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=110142830620438374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110142830620438374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110142830620438374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/11/greetings-from-telluride-co.html' title='Greetings from Telluride Co.'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-110005355485122409</id><published>2004-11-09T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:25:54.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So let's change the world .....</title><summary type='text'>OK..... I think perhaps a grassroots campaign to change campaign finance could be in order here.....One question..Where do we start?  Do we start with Columbus? or is that too small? How about a state ballot measure? If so how do we go about doing that? Ok all you Poly Sci types out there it's time for your imput.Any Ideas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/110005355485122409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=110005355485122409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110005355485122409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/110005355485122409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-lets-change-world.html' title='So let&apos;s change the world .....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109960296045624038</id><published>2004-11-04T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T16:16:00.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK .... So What Do We Do Now?</title><summary type='text'>Well now that we are done bashing each other, and we still seems to be a fair amount of energy in the air. So how about we try using it for something constructive. I was wondering if there were some things that we can agree to work together on. I personally think that we need to get big business/private industry money out of politics. I think that this is critical in getting things done in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109960296045624038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109960296045624038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109960296045624038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109960296045624038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-so-what-do-we-do-now.html' title='OK .... So What Do We Do Now?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109949956583524869</id><published>2004-11-03T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:32:45.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><summary type='text'>Well…. The election is essentially over, well except for the lawsuits. I would like to clear some things up. I don’t hate you. I don’t think you’re an idiot. I am not going to bash you because you voted for the other guy. I really just want to get on with the business of life. I want us to get along. We need to find some middle ground. I think we really need to work together to change our world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109949956583524869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109949956583524869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109949956583524869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109949956583524869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/11/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109751852046892185</id><published>2004-10-11T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:15:20.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Brian</title><summary type='text'>I have wanted to use that title ever since I started writing in this format. Well my life has been very busy recently, bordering on the verge of chaos actually, but chaos in a good way. The countdown clock says 49 days until I get married. As far as wedding planning goes, most of the heavy lifting is done. We are really just down to a lot of annoying little details. There just seems to be so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109751852046892185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109751852046892185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109751852046892185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109751852046892185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-of-brian.html' title='The Life of Brian'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109659584623966672</id><published>2004-09-30T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:57:26.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to right about?</title><summary type='text'>Well we are about 4 weeks into the school year and I am really getting into it this year, although I am already behind in my reading. This is actually pretty typical for me, I get off to a realy good start and then I immediatly fall behind.. anyway..I am  just about 40 days away from getting married. We recieved our first wedding gift in the mail yesterday and Erica had her first bridal shower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109659584623966672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109659584623966672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109659584623966672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109659584623966672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-to-right-about.html' title='What to right about?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109430307283455743</id><published>2004-09-04T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T08:04:32.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up?</title><summary type='text'>It occurs to me that I  haven't written anything in a while. I can assure you that it is not because I haven't had anything to say, anyone who knows me can attest to that. Honestly it is because most of what has been bouncing around in my mind is of a very political nature and honestly I have been trying to get away from that stuff. so perhaps now I should just post some sort of life update, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109430307283455743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109430307283455743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109430307283455743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109430307283455743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/09/whats-up.html' title='what&apos;s up?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109193899010369387</id><published>2004-08-07T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:23:10.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio State Fair: Day Four</title><summary type='text'>Well tonight I experianced a first...... tonight someone left their two month old baby.....at the gate. They just bought their tickets and left the baby at the gate. What the hell.....who forgets thier baby, that seems like a special kind of stupid to me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109193899010369387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109193899010369387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109193899010369387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109193899010369387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/08/ohio-state-fair-day-four.html' title='Ohio State Fair: Day Four'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109185487659560747</id><published>2004-08-06T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T00:01:16.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned at the Fair: Day Three</title><summary type='text'>1. It is pointless to post rules, because nobody bothers to read them..... Hours of operatioin: nobody reads these either...... Enter and Exit signs: don't waste your ink.2. State Troopers do actually have a sense of humor. 3. Even stupid people won't generally argue with a state trooper. 4. Pork Loin sandwiches at the fair are mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ....tasty.5.  No matter how many times you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109185487659560747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109185487659560747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109185487659560747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109185487659560747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-i-learned-at-fair-day-three.html' title='What I learned at the Fair: Day Three'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109176713866680617</id><published>2004-08-05T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:38:58.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fair: Day Two: Some Thoughts on Personal Responsibility</title><summary type='text'>Well working at the fair has been very interesting. Working at the fair has been worth it just for the people watching. One thing that I have noticed while working at the fair is a particular attitud amoung the younger generation coming through my gate. There seems to be an overdeveloped sense of entightlement... that somehow the world should be delivered to them on a silver platter, that they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109176713866680617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109176713866680617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109176713866680617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109176713866680617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/08/fair-day-two-some-thoughts-on-personal.html' title='The Fair: Day Two: Some Thoughts on Personal Responsibility'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109159572817686638</id><published>2004-08-03T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:02:08.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>109 days and counting....</title><summary type='text'>Well ... tomorrow I start work at the fair. I am the pm supervisor at the Ohio Gate. I have only been to the fair once before in my entire life, and that was last year.....now I'm in management, funny how things turn out. I have to admit I am a little aprehensive about this, its been a few years since I have managed, I am sure it's like riding a bike and all that, but I am still worried I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109159572817686638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109159572817686638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109159572817686638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109159572817686638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/08/109-days-and-counting.html' title='109 days and counting....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109145380074076528</id><published>2004-08-02T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T08:36:40.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's My Sunday-Goin'-To-Meetin'-Clothes?</title><summary type='text'>Well.....Yesterday was the first official service of Central Vineyard. Thankyou John and Kori for being our hosts this week. I really think that our little worship band is starting to gel. There is something very intense about how this new church worships. It seems like whenever we get together for worship, God really shows up.... very cool. I have to admit that when we split up the original </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109145380074076528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109145380074076528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109145380074076528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109145380074076528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/08/wheres-my-sunday-goin-to-meetin.html' title='Where&apos;s My Sunday-Goin&apos;-To-Meetin&apos;-Clothes?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109116574253882294</id><published>2004-07-29T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T00:35:42.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of a somewhat political nature</title><summary type='text'>Ok I know I said I wasn't going to write anymore political blogs.... but....I have been doing some thinking about things and this is what I came up with.....1. our current healthcare system is broken in that not everyone can afford basic health care. On the other hand we have the most advanced healthcare of any country on the planet(if you disagree ask anyone who has spent any appreciable </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109116574253882294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109116574253882294' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109116574253882294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109116574253882294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/07/thoughts-of-somewhat-political-nature.html' title='thoughts of a somewhat political nature'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109093548579731428</id><published>2004-07-27T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T08:38:05.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling..... conflicted</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit that I was a little dissappointed this weekend when they announced from the pulpit that there was a petition circulating about for the defense of marraige ammendment here in Ohio. Not because I am against it but because it came from the pulpit. When the preacher announced the petition he in the same breath said that we wanted to be welcoming to homosexuals in our church. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109093548579731428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109093548579731428' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109093548579731428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109093548579731428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/07/feeling-conflicted.html' title='feeling..... conflicted'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-109047188504228764</id><published>2004-07-21T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T23:51:25.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about sex..... baby</title><summary type='text'>As I was driving home tonight on 161 I couldn't help but notice the roving searchlight atracting attention for a "gentlemans" club. Every time I see it, I can't help but feel that this searchlight just seems to pry into my consiousness, and this really bothers me. There seems to be nowhere that one can hide from sex in this culture. It seems like everywhere I go I am constantly bombarded by sex, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/109047188504228764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=109047188504228764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109047188504228764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/109047188504228764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/07/lets-talk-about-sex-baby.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about sex..... baby'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108984053498175606</id><published>2004-07-14T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T16:28:54.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>road trip part 2</title><summary type='text'>Greetings from our second road trip fo the summer. Yesterday we drove to Western Maryland to visit Erica's sister. She lives in Cumberland MD which turns out to be one of the most interesting and beautiful small cities I have ever seen. It is nestled in a little vally in the mountians of Western MD. This morning we had breakfast at the Princess Diner in Frostburg Md..... mmmmmm Good Breakfast!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108984053498175606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108984053498175606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108984053498175606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108984053498175606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/07/road-trip-part-2.html' title='road trip part 2'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108951848601849535</id><published>2004-07-10T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T23:01:26.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in the LIfe</title><summary type='text'>I have been pretty busy since coming back from Nashville. We returned with Erica's friend (the one we stayed with when we were there) and we did quite a bit while she was here1. Went to see Shakespeare in the park, This summer they were doing Hamlet, My love of all things Shakespeare seems to grow more intense every year..... it was great, the actore that played Hamlet was fantastic. 2. Saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108951848601849535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108951848601849535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108951848601849535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108951848601849535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/07/week-in-life.html' title='A Week in the LIfe'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108865177742651830</id><published>2004-06-30T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T22:16:59.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home ......</title><summary type='text'>home now......happy......had good time.......more later........must sleep........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108865177742651830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108865177742651830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108865177742651830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108865177742651830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/home.html' title='home ......'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108856791665363317</id><published>2004-06-29T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:15:50.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Day In Nashville</title><summary type='text'>This has been a wonderful day. So much to be Thankful for....This morning started out slow and easy. We eventually managed to make it back out to The Loveless Cafe for breakfast, had eggs, sausage-gravy and biscuit, and a slab of country ham. Also it turns out that when we arrived the has just finished making a batch of peach preserves to go with our biscuits and they were still hot.... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108856791665363317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108856791665363317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108856791665363317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108856791665363317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/our-last-day-in-nashville.html' title='Our Last Day In Nashville'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108848012676539337</id><published>2004-06-28T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:45:44.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts .... and a Nashville Update</title><summary type='text'>I'm a cynic..... there I said it. Ah but it is worse than that, I am a  judgmental cynic.... and worse yet I am a judgmental cynic with a big mouth. During Dave and Kara's wedding Jeff was talking about Dave, and mentioned that he had never heard Dave say a negative word either about or to anyone( I am not sure exactly how he said it but that's the gist ), anyway the thought went through my mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108848012676539337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108848012676539337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108848012676539337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108848012676539337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/thoughts-and-nashville-update.html' title='Thoughts .... and a Nashville Update'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108839283845697802</id><published>2004-06-27T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:20:38.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From the Parthenon</title><summary type='text'>This would be of course the Nashville Parthenon, Who knew? I surely didn't expect to find the Parthenon in the middle of Nashville. Oh by the way did I mention that this week Erica and I are road-tripping to Nashville. We are staying with some friends of hers from when she lived here. Nice town, lots of trees and green everywhere, and so far everyone is friendly. Today was our first full day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108839283845697802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108839283845697802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108839283845697802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108839283845697802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/greetings-from-parthenon.html' title='Greetings From the Parthenon'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108816270229479982</id><published>2004-06-25T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T22:16:05.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Professor ...... Neil Peart</title><summary type='text'>I guess when one has reached the pinnacle of thier musical profession one gets to have instruments like this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108816270229479982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108816270229479982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108816270229479982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108816270229479982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/professor-neil-peart.html' title='The Professor ...... Neil Peart'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108782873765417627</id><published>2004-06-21T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T09:38:57.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>42</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108782873765417627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108782873765417627' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108782873765417627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108782873765417627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/42.html' title=''/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108779120380627934</id><published>2004-06-20T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:13:23.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><summary type='text'>Well another Father's day has come and gone, honestly I am glad it's over, Father's Day tends to be be little difficult for me. Everyone always wants to talk about the great things that their fathers did for them, there is of course nothing wrong with that, it's just more than  a little painful for me that's all, and I guess I am more than a little envious too. I see people who have had, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108779120380627934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108779120380627934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108779120380627934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108779120380627934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108739076279928279</id><published>2004-06-16T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T08:00:52.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah..... What John Said......</title><summary type='text'>Well it's humility time here at Ramblings, and I have given the staff the opportunity to point out all my shortcomings.... needless to say they have jumped at the chance....Here's a few of the character flaws my staff came up with:1. Patience(or lack there of) with myself, others, inanimate objects, etc. I am probably the most impatient person I know: in the car, in the grocery line, waiting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108739076279928279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108739076279928279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108739076279928279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108739076279928279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/yeah-what-john-said.html' title='Yeah..... What John Said......'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108727669681634032</id><published>2004-06-14T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:18:16.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror Comes Home</title><summary type='text'>Well our current global war finally made it here to Columbus, in a manner of speaking. Apparently the FBI has broken up an al quiet cell here in Columbus that was planning on attacking a local shopping mall with a bomb of some sort. I have to admit that when I first heard about this I was furious that someone was going to attack us here, in the middle of the Midwest, and a shopping mall, a target</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108727669681634032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108727669681634032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108727669681634032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108727669681634032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/terror-comes-home.html' title='Terror Comes Home'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108677584014198105</id><published>2004-06-09T04:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T05:10:40.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Want to Be Known For?</title><summary type='text'>How do you think people perceive you?A couple of weeks back I was having a conversation with a couple of good friends on their front porch and the topic of politics came up. Something one of my friends said really struck a cord with me, she said something to the effect that yes she was  political and had strong beliefs but that wasn't what she wanted to be known for. Because expressing those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108677584014198105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108677584014198105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108677584014198105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108677584014198105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-do-you-want-to-be-known-for.html' title='What Do You Want to Be Known For?'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108628922199282774</id><published>2004-06-03T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T14:00:21.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One little Victory</title><summary type='text'>Celebrate the momentAs it turns into one moreAnother chance at victoryAnother chance to scoreThe measure of the momentIn a difference of degreeJust one little victoryA spirit breaking freeOne little victoryThe greatest act can beOne little victoryFrom "One Little Victory" by RushI had such a little victory today. When I first got divorced I got a subscription to Maxim magazine. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108628922199282774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108628922199282774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108628922199282774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108628922199282774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/one-little-victory.html' title='One little Victory'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108628405655970929</id><published>2004-06-03T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T12:40:40.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Things Change.....</title><summary type='text'>I am something of the family historian for my clan. My Great Uncle recently sent me a stack of really old newspapers from the turn of the century and as I was perusing them I came across this add, and I just smiled. How many adds like this do we see in almost every popular magazine. This add was from the December 1904 edition of "The Modern Woodman", it almost reads like a modern add, it makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108628405655970929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108628405655970929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108628405655970929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108628405655970929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/more-things-change.html' title='The More Things Change.....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108623864832424012</id><published>2004-06-02T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T00:17:55.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><summary type='text'> Well tonight I saw Rush for the 6th time, and they just keep getting better.  Columbus was the fourth stop on their 30th anniversary tour. Rush played for almost 3 1/2 hours tonight, all by themselves with no opening act. They were incredible. Rush puts on the best live show of any band I have ever seen. Musically they were tight, and yet they seemed to have fun and enjoy playing the show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108623864832424012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108623864832424012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108623864832424012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108623864832424012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/06/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108576175207087820</id><published>2004-05-28T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T11:29:12.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>glancing back</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to believe that it's been 4 years since my marriage ended.... and here I am engaged. I honestly never thought I would see this day come. I have been trying to think back and remember what kind of person I was right after my wife left. I know I wasn't very happy. I do remember something of a clarion call that took place, it was calling me to explore what life had in store for me. It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108576175207087820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108576175207087820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108576175207087820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108576175207087820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/glancing-back.html' title='glancing back'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108558707490413662</id><published>2004-05-26T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T10:57:54.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Turning Away....</title><summary type='text'>Ok how weird is this. God truly speaks in the most unusual ways. Today I felt totally convicted while listening to a Pink Floyd song. first here it is: -- Pink Floyd, 1987, "Momentary Lapse of Reason"On the turning awayOn the turning awayfrom the pale and downtroddenand the words they saywhich we won't understand"Don't accept that what's happeningis just a case of others suffering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108558707490413662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108558707490413662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108558707490413662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108558707490413662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/on-turning-away.html' title='On The Turning Away....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108531699423827119</id><published>2004-05-23T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T07:56:34.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>Well brothers and sisters, it appears that my life is about to change dramatically. ...and become infinitely better. After a lot of thought, a lot of discussion, a lot of prayer....Erica and I are engaged. life is good. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108531699423827119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108531699423827119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108531699423827119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108531699423827119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108483990781296462</id><published>2004-05-17T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:26:27.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soemthing different</title><summary type='text'>Well as I sit here consuming my garlic chicken pizza and imbibing my Sam Adams Cherry Wheat, I have been looking over what the day has brought me. Erica has been out of town today on a trip for school and I took her to the airport at 6am, followed by a McGriddle, followed immediatly by a quick return to bed. Today was the start of the first week of my life when I really didn't answer to anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108483990781296462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108483990781296462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108483990781296462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108483990781296462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/soemthing-different.html' title='soemthing different'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108450276521461395</id><published>2004-05-13T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:46:05.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Chandler Bing from Friends!Take the Friends Quiz here.created by stomps.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108450276521461395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108450276521461395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108450276521461395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108450276521461395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-chandler-bing-from-friends-take.html' title=''/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108449862939066057</id><published>2004-05-13T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T20:37:09.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Video Speaks for Itself</title><summary type='text'>God help me. I have seen the video of the murder of Nicholas Berg. Any compassion I might have ever had for these people is gone now. As sickened as I was by blurry pictures of Iraqi prisoners being abused, I am outraged by this. There is no call for this. In case anyone was wondering why we were fighting the war on terror, wonder no more. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108449862939066057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108449862939066057' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108449862939066057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108449862939066057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/video-speaks-for-itself_108449862939066057.html' title='The Video Speaks for Itself'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108437330144975772</id><published>2004-05-12T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T09:48:21.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at last.....Free at Last</title><summary type='text'>Well I took my last final for the semester. I am done for the summer.... and not a moment too soon I might add. God has really blessed me with a very priviledged life in the last year. I have been able to leave my job and go to school full time, and this summer my only job will be to rehab my house, read a lot of good books, and spend a lot of time with Erica. Life is good, but God is better. God</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108437330144975772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108437330144975772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108437330144975772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108437330144975772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/free-at-lastfree-at-last.html' title='Free at last.....Free at Last'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108424845321487558</id><published>2004-05-10T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T23:07:33.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day, 60 Years On</title><summary type='text'>Coming up in less than a month, on June 6th we will commemorate the 60th anniversary of the D-Day landings at Normandy. I have been a student of military history my entire life, especially WWII. I suspect that is because my Great Uncle fought in that war and he has always been something of father figure/personal hero to me. Anyway I have been thinking a lot lately about the sacrifices the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108424845321487558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108424845321487558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108424845321487558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108424845321487558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/d-day-60-years-on.html' title='D-Day, 60 Years On'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108421374098882755</id><published>2004-05-10T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:29:53.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something new</title><summary type='text'>well I looked at the new templates and thought.....that looks so much better than what I have now.....I think I will try it out so here it is tell my what you think :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108421374098882755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108421374098882755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108421374098882755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108421374098882755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108386476792819827</id><published>2004-05-06T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T12:38:18.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog</title><summary type='text'>OK here is something I am struggling with and, honestly is the reason why I haven't blogged in a while. First all something you should know about me. I am the kind of person who talks back to news programs. When I read or hear something that I feel is wrong or misguided I feel compelled to speak out. As I have done on several occasions in this blogging medium. Almost all the times I have done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108386476792819827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108386476792819827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108386476792819827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108386476792819827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='to blog or not to blog'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108385051794807073</id><published>2004-05-06T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T08:42:58.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pictures</title><summary type='text'>I honestly don't know what sickens me more. The pictures from Iraq, or the vultures who are jumping on those pictures in a feeding frenzy saying "I told you so...see what an awful country we live in","see how evil Bush is". This is the same as taking pictures of caskets of dead soldiers and using them as propaganda. I would condemn that activitiy no matter which side did it. I have to admit I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108385051794807073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108385051794807073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108385051794807073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108385051794807073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/05/pictures.html' title='The Pictures'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108299205561391852</id><published>2004-04-26T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T10:11:48.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.....and you are not ...the father</title><summary type='text'>It amazes me what passes for entertainment anymore. As I sit here in the student lounge between my classes working on a paper...I can't help but overhear the Maury Povich show that is being watched very enthusiasticly by several students. The theme of this particular episode is single mothers who don't know who the father of their baby is. The premise is that the mothers are getting all of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108299205561391852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108299205561391852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108299205561391852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108299205561391852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/and-you-are-not-father.html' title='.....and you are not ...the father'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108251108590796823</id><published>2004-04-20T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T20:35:31.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is...and What Should Never Be....</title><summary type='text'>I was watching law and order SVU tonight and the plot centered around a pedophile. For some reason it just brought the whole thing with Don Harvey. I don't know it personalized it somehow. Just the thought that there are still predators out there like this truly sickens me.  I just get the feeling of wanting to strangle him with my bare hands. God..help me I don't see anyway to forgive this man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108251108590796823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108251108590796823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108251108590796823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108251108590796823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-isand-what-should-never-be.html' title='What is...and What Should Never Be....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108220417357060940</id><published>2004-04-17T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T07:20:14.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Band of Brothers</title><summary type='text'>Once in a great while, Hollywood get's it right. The mini series "Band of Brothers" is one if these instances. This history channel has been airing it this week. I have previously been a little suspicious of this series thinking that it was Spielberg and Hanks trying to capitalize on the success of "Saving Private Ryan". But this series based on the book by Stephen Ambrose is a real tribute the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108220417357060940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108220417357060940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108220417357060940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108220417357060940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/band-of-brothers.html' title='Band of Brothers'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108212637568602693</id><published>2004-04-16T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T09:44:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithless Faithfullness</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday was our homegroup's night for doing homeless ministry at fruit of the vine. I have to admit I really wasn't feeling like going. In fact the last few time I have avoided going. The reason I have given is that I have a lot of work to do for school. While this wasn't exactly a lie, it was work that I could have put off or done later, especially if there was something I really wanted to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108212637568602693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108212637568602693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108212637568602693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108212637568602693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/faithless-faithfullness.html' title='Faithless Faithfullness'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108190138189655280</id><published>2004-04-13T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T19:13:37.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>religion, politics, and such</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed that there is an awful lot of posts debating America, christianity...etc. It seems to me this debate has gotten a little out of hand. I think we need to examine our motives. Are we really doing this to build each other up or are we more interested in just being right. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108190138189655280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108190138189655280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108190138189655280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108190138189655280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/religion-politics-and-such.html' title='religion, politics, and such'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108177867841961982</id><published>2004-04-12T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:08:32.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation</title><summary type='text'>Last night was movie night and we watched "Lost in Translation".  I would agree that the movie was well made and the parts were well acted. But this movie left me feeling cold and sad. The two main characters who both seemed to be in loveless dead end marriages and seem to just drifting where ever the currents of life take them. The eventually bounce into each other. The third main character in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108177867841961982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108177867841961982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108177867841961982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108177867841961982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost in Translation'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108172016454441540</id><published>2004-04-11T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T16:53:56.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Vs. Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Well it's Easter Sunday and I have had some time to reflect on some things. Erica and I went to the first service (a little early for me). Rich had gave a very good sermon this morning on how Easter can change us. But the phrase that really stuck in my head was when he said that we as a society celebrate Christmas more than Easter and how that was very different from the early church. I began to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108172016454441540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108172016454441540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108172016454441540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108172016454441540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/easter-vs-christmas.html' title='Easter Vs. Christmas'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108143067415085775</id><published>2004-04-08T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T08:28:22.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: how jedi are you? ::</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108143067415085775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108143067415085775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108143067415085775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108143067415085775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/how-jedi-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108134941407793373</id><published>2004-04-07T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T09:58:06.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of Compassion</title><summary type='text'>I had an interesting and troubling conversation with my friend Jeff last night. He was telling about a man who was just arrested yesterday for attempting to set up sexual encounters with minors.(The Story) Apparently this individual has a very successful ministry that specializes in helping young men. He also has a previous record of conviction for child pornography etc.I help but wonder what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108134941407793373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108134941407793373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108134941407793373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108134941407793373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/questions-of-compassion.html' title='Questions of Compassion'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108116654954251625</id><published>2004-04-05T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T07:06:13.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some observations</title><summary type='text'>What a wonderful weekend I have had. Actually my past few have been really good. God has been most generous to me. I have noticed somethings that have changed in my life recently..I think these are good changes for the most part.1) I have been smiling a lot more2) I am not constantly worrying about having my cell phone with me. 3) most of the time my cell phone has been replaced by my iPod4)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108116654954251625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108116654954251625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108116654954251625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108116654954251625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/04/some-observations.html' title='some observations'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108070382051463952</id><published>2004-03-30T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T22:33:56.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A test</title><summary type='text'> I have decided to set up a new open blog. I was inspired by all the long term debates going on in the comment sections of everyones blogs. I expect everyone to play nice. If you would like to participate please email me and I will get yout set up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108070382051463952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108070382051463952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108070382051463952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108070382051463952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/test.html' title='A test'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108067051798831669</id><published>2004-03-30T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T13:18:54.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evangelism of Peter</title><summary type='text'>I don’t think we can even begin to grasp the level of commitment involved in Peter’s type of evanglism. Peter was willing to risk it all to evanglize. When he met the beggar outside the temple gate, he didn’t take him off to the side and “try to heal him” quietly. He stood right there at the gate and said “get up and walk” and he did this in front God and everyone. Can you imagine doing that?…….</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108067051798831669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108067051798831669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108067051798831669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108067051798831669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/evangelism-of-peter.html' title='The Evangelism of Peter'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108057706240144044</id><published>2004-03-29T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T11:21:16.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts on Pain</title><summary type='text'>I have been through some pretty horrible things in my life. Having said that I am sure that there are others who have been through much worse and some who have been through less. This does not change the fact that whatever the bad things are that happen to us, they are the worst things to happen to us. My divorce was a horrible event in my life. But how does that compare to loosing a love one to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108057706240144044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108057706240144044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108057706240144044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108057706240144044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-thoughts-on-pain.html' title='Some Thoughts on Pain'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108023991809757538</id><published>2004-03-25T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T13:44:43.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irish Way of Conflict Resolution</title><summary type='text'>As previously stated there are two things never discussed in polite Irish Catholic social circles: politics and religion, and there are very good reasons for that. Because nothing else divides people like these to subjects. No two things are held so deeply by people. These things are fused into us as children by our parents and relatives...either positively or negatively. We pick up our values by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108023991809757538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108023991809757538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108023991809757538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108023991809757538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/irish-way-of-conflict-resolution.html' title='The Irish Way of Conflict Resolution'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108016715501735708</id><published>2004-03-24T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T17:29:23.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so many stories....so little time</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had one of those days when you have so much you want to write about you just can't settle you thoughts enough to write one comprehensible essay......well that is where I have been at lately. I just can't stay on one topic long enough to write anything I am happy with....plus all my best writing really  has been reserved for school assignments....oh wellI will write more....I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108016715501735708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108016715501735708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108016715501735708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108016715501735708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-many-storiesso-little-time.html' title='so many stories....so little time'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-108000641795353161</id><published>2004-03-22T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T20:50:48.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUH-Weeeett</title><summary type='text'>EomerIf I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Eomer, Man of Rohan, heir to the throne, nephew of Theoden and brother of Eowyn.In the movie, I am played by Karl Urban.Who would you be?Zovakware Lord of the Rings Test  with Perseus Web Survey Software</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/108000641795353161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=108000641795353161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108000641795353161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/108000641795353161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/suh-weeeett.html' title='SUH-Weeeett'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-107997056056905672</id><published>2004-03-22T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:52:45.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Veiw from the Soapbox</title><summary type='text'>OK.....I have decided that there are several things in the world that need to submit to my will or be destroyed....and I have prepared a short list. 1)Ticketmaster...ok this is the only time I will EVER agree with Eddie Vedder...'nuff said. 2)Modern Language Association (MLA) Ok is it really nessescary to consistly change stupid little nuances in the way collegiate types write papers. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/107997056056905672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=107997056056905672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107997056056905672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107997056056905672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/another-veiw-from-soapbox.html' title='Another Veiw from the Soapbox'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-107902070820695906</id><published>2004-03-11T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T11:03:13.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh....</title><summary type='text'> What Classic Movie Are You?.I am not sure what this means......probably not good :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/107902070820695906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=107902070820695906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107902070820695906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107902070820695906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh....'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-107899357498354319</id><published>2004-03-11T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T08:12:54.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Serious Thoughts on Blogging</title><summary type='text'>It has come to my attention that I may have offended some of you out there in Blogland. I was involved in a rather intense discussion/exchange which took place in the comment section of another person blog. The discussion was political/philosophical in nature and apparently in the eyes of some degenerated into something of a spitting contest. I claim responsibility for my part in it. It was not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/107899357498354319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=107899357498354319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107899357498354319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107899357498354319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-serious-thoughts-on-blogging.html' title='Some Serious Thoughts on Blogging'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-107898960470082337</id><published>2004-03-11T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T02:23:13.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another late night diversion</title><summary type='text'> What Famous Leader Are You?.....and the nuns I was taught by in grade school said I wouldn't amount to anything......HA!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/107898960470082337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=107898960470082337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107898960470082337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107898960470082337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/yet-another-late-night-diversion.html' title='yet another late night diversion'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-107898924236139324</id><published>2004-03-11T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T02:17:11.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Distractions</title><summary type='text'>You're Watership Down!by Richard AdamsThough many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you'reactually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink theirassumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'dbe recognized as such if you weren't always talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/107898924236139324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=107898924236139324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107898924236139324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107898924236139324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/late-night-distractions.html' title='Late Night Distractions'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109895.post-107867099168728043</id><published>2004-03-07T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T09:52:55.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the dreaded and much feared Birthday. Yesterday was probably the best day of my life to date. It started off kind of poorly I was awakened by nasty charlie horses(one in each leg)...and woke up with a bad headache. When I attempted to take a shower I discovered that there was no hot water...apparently the previous day's windstorm had somehow managed to blow out or suck out he pilot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/107867099168728043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6109895&amp;postID=107867099168728043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107867099168728043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6109895/posts/default/107867099168728043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://briancarlson.blogspot.com/2004/03/brand-new-day.html' title='A Brand New Day'/><author><name>That Guy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XDDadNG81bA/SWdTBzohBeI/AAAAAAAAABg/LSF5WJpChP4/S220/n631971942_1005226_4434.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
