<?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-11491301</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:56:22.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio guy</title><subtitle type='html'>"A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell."
- C.S. Lewis</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-114494723612783697</id><published>2006-04-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:53:56.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GREAT TIMES!!</title><content type='html'>Ok. so another intertaining spout with Dan and I. Read from the top to bottom.. it’s random. Expect that. G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Dan&lt;br /&gt;Dude.....I can't explain to you how bored I am........I'll try......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......A long long time ago, there was a young man named Daniel. And&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, was bored. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, or even&lt;br /&gt;muster the words, but he was bored. He wasn't able to think, move,&lt;br /&gt;blink, or even pass gas. His boredom had affected every aspect of his&lt;br /&gt;being. His thoughts ranged from poking himself in the eye to see if he&lt;br /&gt;could still feel pain, to throwing water on the little old lady in the&lt;br /&gt;cube next to him for some laughs. But, after a few more boring minutes&lt;br /&gt;of thinking, those ideas did not pan out. Daniel remained bored for the&lt;br /&gt;next 6 years, trying to eek his way through life by selling old trinkets&lt;br /&gt;on the coast, while clamming for clams at night. When he reached the&lt;br /&gt;age of 50, he had a prostate the size of a honey dew which prevented him&lt;br /&gt;from urinating in a normal fashion. However, due to his poor state he&lt;br /&gt;could not afford to do anything about it. So.....as all things come to&lt;br /&gt;an end, so did Daniel's life. He died a strange and lonely man, of an&lt;br /&gt;oversized prostate and boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude.  Seriously, I’m bored.  Write one back so I can laugh.  So I can have some joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel L. Linhart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my reply)&lt;br /&gt;Dan, I can’t. I can’t top the splendor of that message, by mentioning anything associate with a throw back to chipmunks, moose poo, Julio, Greece, hippidy dipody, coffee, cry face, gas, the words “Dude”, “oh gosh” “I’m good” or even the word “particularization”. I don’t think it would help if I threw in a God SAVE THE QUEEN, HERE HERE! Or freakin’ to make me feel just that close to giving the edge of a curse word. I know it wouldn’t help if I but a million “!!!” marks or “….” Or even the classic “J”..  You message capture life, death, gas, and a wonderful swollen prostate. I just can’t. I just….  Oh gosh…  DUDE…. It was like watching a …..(cry face) … a beatufiful swan skimming across the surface of the water, while his little feet, just FREAKIN’ KICK WITH ALL THEY ARE TO SURVIVE!!! ……  oh my…. (intense cry face) … this is JUST TOO MUCH!!! …I can’t control it!!! GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!! HERE HERE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-114494723612783697?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114494723612783697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=114494723612783697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114494723612783697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114494723612783697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-great-times.html' title='OH GREAT TIMES!!'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-114452807591870371</id><published>2006-04-08T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:28:59.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time..... too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.graphicsourceinc.com"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/graphic%20source.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So it's been over a month since I last posted, and GOSH what hasn't happened this month?!?! Though I'm not sure that anyone really reads my blog anymore but good times typing on a Saturday OT shift at birch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm totally confident that God has NOTHING do to with the way things go in Jessie and I's life, becuase the fact that last week Jessie got offered her job at KU Med in KC on the same day that we sign the papers to sell our house, and then a few days later, I have the interveiw of my dreams in Olathe and get offered a job the same day that we locked in our apartment in Missions Kansas. Yeah like I said. God had nothing to do with any of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I could tell you the details, but I'm still in too excited! Put in my 2 weeks notice here at Birch, and starting to get things lined up for starting at &lt;a href="http://www.graphicsourcein.com"&gt;Graphic Source Inc&lt;/a&gt; on April 24th. I've been praying for this for over 4 years now, and I'm just in awe that its actually happening. And Jessie getting her job. Seriously, this is just amazing. Anyways. We close on our house in May and then, see ya E-town, here we come KC, and all the joys you have to offer, including an awesome Church that our friends invited us to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-114452807591870371?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114452807591870371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=114452807591870371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114452807591870371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114452807591870371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-time-too-long.html' title='long time..... too long'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-114133888905924014</id><published>2006-03-02T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T11:57:22.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginings</title><content type='html'>I went on a walk today, and as I walked, I was listening to as much as my mind could handle to take in; to seperate each sound from another, and then to hear each one over the sound of rushing wind in ear canals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves. Cypruss needles brusing up against one another, the highway far off, a kid hitting a medal fence pole. Birds, different types of birds, my ankel popping about every 3rd step, my breath, kids talking, laughing, rustling through leaves, a soccer ball hitting thier shoes, the impact of my shoes to the cement.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. I've made my point. I was watching a rose buses shaking back and forth in the wind, it hasn't quite started to bud yet, and I started to wonder. At what point in the evolutionary theory, did my body decide to hear. At what point did I radomly find the need for ears. Then I drifted further in my thoughts. At what point did my mind in it's infinite storage capability form, and then decide that it needed a shell to protect its self, legs to move itself and arms to perform other functions. Why didn't it decide to hear radio waves, or to see greater spectrums of light. What value is it that I see color? Why am I not stronger at the top of the food chain? At what point was there sound, light, dark, feelings? At what point did mankind (when ever that actually happened) feel pleasure, and for what evolutionary purpose? Is pleasure raelly neccesarry?  No. Eating, sleeping, gaining energy and passing energy is what make the inivers go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you possibly believe that there is no God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-114133888905924014?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114133888905924014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=114133888905924014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114133888905924014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114133888905924014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/03/beginings.html' title='Beginings'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-114072745365018095</id><published>2006-02-23T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:44:13.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing?</title><content type='html'>Is digg.com too much of a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed as I sit on digg.com most of the day while at work; updating and viewing new articles to digg, that more and more if you are not in the first 500 people to visit the article's link, you're more than likely going to get some type of error, or note that the site has unusually high traffic. &lt;br /&gt;First off. SWEET!!  Digg is reaching out and helping those undergod blogs, and new prodects boom. Honestly I think that they should get paid some type of advertising fee for how they draw customer's to new products so quickly, but unles syou get a good catch of a sight you you might happen to tab in firefox, then you'll probably never going back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the result?&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of "One time Wonders" sites. that are down momentarily only to think that they hid the ".com" buzz again and may make millions only have to have thier dreams SHATTEREd when thier server crashes for 5 minutes, then no one ever goes to the site again because it is emmediately old news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I will be the 1 person that sits there and tries to read the new stories. &lt;br /&gt;DID YOU SEE THOSE NEW PICTS OF THE IPOD VID!!! YEAH BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so digg good or digg bad?  &lt;br /&gt;My opinion good. I've been addicted every since I found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-114072745365018095?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/114072745365018095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=114072745365018095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114072745365018095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/114072745365018095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/02/too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='Too much of a good thing?'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113865992064280417</id><published>2006-01-30T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T13:46:00.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence of Things unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/port.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/port.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thevinegraphics"&gt;thevinegraphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've got my portfolio site to a point that I feel confident enough to share it with the world. I don't yet have a domain name for it, because fankly I can't afford it, but for now check it out and let me know what you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the title name of this blog.... I've decided that the fact that I was able to make fully functional flash site must be evidence of God because I was so blown away by the complexity of flash for so long that I would not touch the program of it's Macromedia partner programs. I assumed that I could live within Adobe Photoshop and Illustrator for the rest of my life, and sell my soul to the world that is Adobe, but it came time to step up to the 21st century and join the millions of 14 year-old boys that gave me tutorials on line to learn what you now see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Please let me know what you think so far. There will always be improvements, but for my first site I am fairly pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113865992064280417?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113865992064280417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113865992064280417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113865992064280417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113865992064280417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/evidence-of-things-unseen.html' title='Evidence of Things unseen'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113761105795537005</id><published>2006-01-18T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:04:17.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This guy is creepy</title><content type='html'>Ok so this guy posts a picture of hims self every day, and once you let a bit load and just scroll up and down, you can see the face of satan. NO really try it.  Ok maybe not. but he's still creapy. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like he can see my soul.. I wonder what it would take to make him laugh or cry or have any other emotion besides this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113761105795537005?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113761105795537005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113761105795537005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113761105795537005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113761105795537005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-guy-is-creepy.html' title='This guy is creepy'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113742584077391938</id><published>2006-01-16T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T07:37:20.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope of Glory</title><content type='html'>Good Monday morning...  I did not get nearly enough sleep this weekend, so I'm downing the Starbucks breakfast blend (home brewed). So I handed out free hotdogs saturday night. I first thought it was pretty lame to push around this big white box out in the cold handing out free hotdogs to people downtown at like 12 am, trying to talk to them about Christ as if I was some guy standing on a box saying, "the end is near", but it ended up being a  great experience. I'll be the first to admit that I've always had a taboo about the bars. Drinking doesn't bother me (in moderation) but the bars just have always been burned into my mind as a place that Christians should avoid. More and more I'm realizing that I have no idea what I'm talking about. I pretty much go from Church to home to a christian coffee shop, to work(where I sit in my own private cubical) and back home. How often do I really put my self "In the world"? Not very. But with that being said. I'll probably not just pick up my wallet and start making a regular apearnce at the bars. Why? Mostly because I don't want to.  Most of my friends would rather chill with a cup of coffe, than sit in a loud smoke-filled room with a drink thats going to make me more tired than I already am. But every once in a while I might head out and at least give out some free hot dogs, chat a bit with people and you never know, God can do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113742584077391938?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113742584077391938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113742584077391938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113742584077391938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113742584077391938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/hope-of-glory.html' title='Hope of Glory'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113708107632372656</id><published>2006-01-12T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:51:16.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/guys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've fallen behind on my blog.  No excuses, except that I've been extremely busy. Let's see....  On top of copying off some 30 hours of home video on to DVD for a local family, trying to finish my portfolio site, which by the way, is at the same time of attempting to learn Macromedia Flash(&lt;a href="http://www.studioworship.com/portoflio/portfolio.swf"&gt;work in progress &lt;/a&gt;), and trying to edit and upload a podcast and actually get an RSS feed to work(should NOT be that difficutlt)I've also been working on our house to get ready to sell, trying to keep up on the latest mucis news and indie bands(man you miss one day on that and your out of the game), and oh and not to mention still finding time to spend with my beautiful wife. Oh well here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113708107632372656?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113708107632372656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113708107632372656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113708107632372656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113708107632372656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2006/01/behind.html' title='Behind'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113486898348291575</id><published>2005-12-17T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T17:23:03.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>Be sure to check out my new blog. We're putting on a Podcast. Reveiw music, movies, and news. Check it out. should be up soon. until then. &lt;a href="http://indieyoushouldknow.blogspot.com"&gt;Indie You Should Know&lt;/a&gt; blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113486898348291575?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113486898348291575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113486898348291575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113486898348291575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113486898348291575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113407005601825303</id><published>2005-12-08T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:27:36.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmast List</title><content type='html'>So here's my Christmas List anyone thinking about getting me something. here ya go. Ok so maybe I'm a dreamer. It's still fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canon Xl-H1&lt;/strong&gt;   "That's right, Canon's new HD camera! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/71537479_1bd3b41340_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikon D2x&lt;/strong&gt;  "So I may not be a photographer, but I could be if I had this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/71537487_2f6ff43adb_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ipod Video&lt;/strong&gt;   "It's all Jim's fault. He had to show me his!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/71537485_6efeb67ee9_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS3&lt;/strong&gt;   "I know I know. It's not out yet, but I just can't bring my self to even think about buying an xbox. Gratned. I know that if I had any of them, I would just waste hours of valuable free time I could be drinking coffee, and snuggling with me wife.... sappy points for George!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/71537610_8478485b75_t.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wacom Pentablet&lt;/strong&gt;  "More than anything it would be handy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/71537612_767a4e4c96_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RC Helicopten&lt;/strong&gt;  "Hello! I'm male, and was once 12 so Just BUY IT ALREADY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/71537483_adce6ca6f6_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60" HDTV&lt;/strong&gt;   "Big flat and High Def. I'll have to watch the movies I make with the Camera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/71537482_c727664386_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30" Cinema Display &lt;/strong&gt; "So yeah, have you seen one in person. OH DEAR! I'll take 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/71537481_d599b936d5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113407005601825303?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113407005601825303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113407005601825303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113407005601825303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113407005601825303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmast-list.html' title='Christmast List'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113396945134599800</id><published>2005-12-07T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:38:13.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigur Ros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/137415735_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/137415735_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Airy, progressive, experimental, European, Vanilla Sky, gibburish, and extremely interesting. I'm sure that this is old news, that this band has already passed the fad, but I'm still hooked. Sigur Ros. Artist from Iceland, and though my wife is absolutely annoyed by them, I just can't help how much emotion I experience while listening. Welcome people to my Top 10 list. They are deffinately there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113396945134599800?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113396945134599800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113396945134599800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113396945134599800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113396945134599800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigur-ros.html' title='Sigur Ros'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113261099603700496</id><published>2005-11-21T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:13:26.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookys69/65190098/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/65190098_0868d238f1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brookys69/65190098/"&gt;P1030456&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/brookys69/"&gt;Andy Brooks&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of those times where suddenly I realize my existence. I'm so rapped in what I'm doing and seeing and feeling and experiencing and planning to experience that I totally forget that I exist. Truly all I know is that the world around me exists, but how often do I come to grips with my own existence in that world? My soul's reality. My eternal presence, as the Creator made me. Then I hear about a death. A life physically lived and then changed drastically by the ceasing of blood to flow through the veins, of electricity to fire through the brain and oxygen to fill the lungs. A shell. Empty. Immediately decomposing. Can that be it? All my experiences gone, my emotions my feelings, my joys, my loves never even happened. My brain can no longer remember them, because it is no longer a brain. It no longer functions as such.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great man, and friend, I know at work just found out that his wife has stomach cancer, and had to have her stomach and part of her esophagus removed. Her life was at its edge, and how many times have we heard about this. Someone so close to death. I'm sure no one in that no one on those planes on 9/11 thought that they were near their life's end. We are all at the edge of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing that man said that he talk a lot with his wife, and she said that the only thing that she would feel sorrow about leaving is watching her kids grow up. Then he said that she was more than ready to enter Glory.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for that? I can't explain the emotion that it brings. Butterflies in my stomach. shortness of breath. I'm I afraid of death? or anxious for it? Do I look forward to death, or erase it's reality from my mind every second that I'm able to take another breath, and every second my heart beats another beat, my brain fires another shock of thought. Imagine. Just stop. and imagine for one second, that this is it. Your body ceases. Are you ready? Am I ready?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 14:6 I am the way the truth and the life. no one comes to the father except through me. &lt;/i&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113261099603700496?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113261099603700496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113261099603700496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113261099603700496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113261099603700496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113209137451304391</id><published>2005-11-15T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:49:34.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“They’re not ready for heaven – and we are.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/beyondthegatesofsplendor3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/beyondthegatesofsplendor3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched a video this last sunday night. "Beyond the Gates of Splendor". They played it at our Church. Strange really. Our Church has been doing a lot more stuff like that lately.  Extemely well made fore a Christian Film. I was suprised. Documentary type. Amazing. These men and their wives went to serve this remote tribe in Ecuador, known for spearing (killing) each other and outsiders for any and every reason. I won't tell the complete story, you should see it your self, but the most impactful line. An older man sitting in a chair remembering the day he pulled his best friends, his brothers, out of a river with spears of the locals still sticking out of their bodies. He mentioned that the missionaries allways carried guns, but one of the men that was being dragged out of the river had always said, "I won't use this gun against them, they can kill me &lt;strong&gt;“They’re not ready for heaven – and we are.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113209137451304391?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113209137451304391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113209137451304391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113209137451304391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113209137451304391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/theyre-not-ready-for-heaven-and-we-are.html' title='“They’re not ready for heaven – and we are.”'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113137903686080041</id><published>2005-11-07T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:17:39.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/thecubes%5B1%5D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/200/thecubes%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ahh.... Welcome to the world of George Brooks. As I say. Paste my head over the guy on Office space, and wah lah! There you have it. I join the some billion or so people that enjoy the cozy quarters the fabric covered metal walks plasterd in papers and contact numbers with various office supplies clipped bent and skewed together into different characters which sit on top and around my monitor. My best friend? My bible that sits on my desk. Only thing that keeps me saine around hear. That and the WWW. That's right our friend that brings us all home to a community of others that are cut off from the real world either by force or by choice and joined in the wonderful alternate reality of cyber space. On my desk sit several pictures of my wife, a reminder of what God has blessed me with, and a picture of my dog zoe. Radio tuned to either NPR until the classical music becomes an annoying buzzing in my ear then I switch to the CD and play Anthony's "The Best Cd yoou've Ever held (close)"/... It's a great "pick me up". ( I know useless jabbering. But I mean it's a blog what'd you expect)  I'm thankful for my job, don't get me wrong.. but I don't like it.  No more. I hate it. BUT!!!! But I know that I'm hear for something, and  someday I'll be able to be our doing something wonderful and great that I actually feel like my talents are used. Something hat both pays the bills and I actually enjoy.  I will enjoy life, and be thankful for the gifts and talents God has give me to use. Until then. I'll do what I can around here. God has me here for some reason. whatever that may be. &lt;br /&gt;Ahh. back to grind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113137903686080041?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137903686080041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113137903686080041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113137903686080041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113137903686080041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113111508166444786</id><published>2005-11-04T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:09:47.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ashamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/cc_vertical120104%5B1%5D.0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/200/cc_vertical120104%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've owned my G5 for nearly a year now.  And spend a good 4 -6 hours a week filling and refilling a shopping cart on apple.com and just sit there with the little point hovering over a decked out studio with or $100,000 I am ashamed to say that I had never actually been to the playland they call the apple store. White washed beauty. Perfectly design. Brand new products just begging me to buy them. Ipod Video, ipod nano. The new IMac G5, or PowerMac G5 Quad. or 30" HD Cinema Display all the ecessories, and the best of the best software loaded on the best of the best machines with the best of the best net connection, to make it just that much better of an experience. Ahhhhh.. what bliss. Alright I had my fix. Went this last weekend to the one on the KC Plaza. I'm good for a couple weeks. . . Still need get one of those Ipod Video's. yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113111508166444786?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113111508166444786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113111508166444786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113111508166444786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113111508166444786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-ashamed.html' title='I&apos;m Ashamed'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113085942080081391</id><published>2005-11-01T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:37:00.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/06558_27%5B1%5D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/06558_27%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite moments in life is the emotion and excitement right before a good storm. The quiet still as the temperature just slowly begins to lower, then the rush of wind as the temperature finally dips and the leaves in the trees turn thier faces down almost like a stray dog that tucks it's tail under and rolls over as if to say, "I give up!".  The banches rattle and windchimes up and down our street clang and chime louder and louder trying to beat out the sound of the wind slicing through the trees. Depending on where youlive, you may only be able to hear the storm coming. But often in Kansas you can see it coming for miles; billowing across the rolling hills. The rain coming at you like a wall, and behind that wall, a light show that can only described as awe inspiring. Often I'll sit on the porch with my wife, Jess, as the storm grows close. Our yard is coverd my trees and and we can not see the storm but can only hear it rumbling in the distance, and smell the moisture in the air. I would swear that lighting is what shakes the rain from the clouds. I'll sit with my arm around her as the winds pick up and the temperature drops, and then suddenly the sky right above our house goes from a light glow to dark, and then the first strike. That thunderous noise that rattles the windows on the house followed only by the defining sound of gigantic rain drops smashing through the leaves and splattering on the roof tops, streets, and side walks, throwing a mist into the air that makes your clothes moist even if you aren't playing in the rain. The street instantly become a river looking anywhere ane everywhere it can for it's dark home underground in the drains. The gutters can't take the sudden rush of gallons and gallons of water pouring off the tops of roofs, and before it can make it down the drain pipes it just poors over the side creating a tropical water fall right in front of our house. Then maybe only 60 sedonds later that sound softens and the rain slows, like a deep calming breath after an argument with your loved one. Beautiful; Impressive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113085942080081391?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113085942080081391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113085942080081391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113085942080081391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113085942080081391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/11/impressive.html' title='Impressive'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113033488041074755</id><published>2005-10-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:29:19.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TNIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/bibles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/bibles.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So I had heard about it before, but it seems to be coming back up. I just read in Relevant Mag that they are partnering with the new TNIV translation of the bible published by Zondervan. I read through most of their FAQ's on TNIV site about the scriptures that have been changed to make this "Today's New International Version" The effort over and over again noted is to make the  bible more readable by today's people. I happened to switch passed a local Christian radio station this morning and hear the word TNIV and stopped. James Dobson and friends were talking once again about another "issue" and while I sometimes get tired of the issues, I raised an ear this broadcast, and hoped that I would not get another inbound call at my call center here at work.&lt;br /&gt;   3688. It's the number of times that the masculine words originally used were changed to "Gender natural" So things like Father, son, brother, man, he, his, him, were changed to their, them, siblings, parents, children, our, people, human beings. &lt;br /&gt;I am not a scholar nor very educated in the original translation of the bible except for what I've heard in open conversation, but this doesn't seem right. Yes I will agree at the time it was originally translated, even 50-100 years ago the masculine form would not be misunderstand to represent an idea that applies to all people, but I love what the speaker (unsure of his name) on Dobson's show said, If we assume that a reader could not grasp that when the scripture talks about not coveting your neighbors wife, that it also applies to women and they also do not covet their neighbor's husband, (or wife in this time and day), then we are really saying that our readers are incompetent, uneducated, and plain out stupid. &lt;br /&gt;   Take for instance the change to Romans 15:21 NIV --"For since death came through a man, the resurrection of the dead comes also through a man."&lt;br /&gt;and then TNIV-- "For since death came through a human being, the resurrection of the dead comes also through a human being."  &lt;br /&gt;  Are you serious? Was Jesus Christ a woman?  Maybe he was both, since he is God? Why would you change that to human being, now I can only assume that the translator just got on a role writing and were so set in the mind frame that when ever they say he, him, his, man, Manly, etc. They just automatically inserting HUMAN BEINGS! Don't want to offend the women out there. Well sorry. Christ was man. This was important. Unfortunately in the Jewish tradition the crucifixion of a women would bring no significance nor would it make sense as God himself gave himself the appearance of a heavenly FATHER. masculine, and that the first fruits or the sacrificial MALE lamb was the original Passover sacrifice (Christ was this final sacrifice). Reading TNIV's defense of the scripture says that the significance was that both &lt;br /&gt;Adam and Christ were human and not that they were man. Well yes, they were not monkeys. &lt;br /&gt;   It's just too bad I guess. I'd like to think that scholars don't think that we are actually this ridiculously stupid, and that main stream people would actually care that in their reading of a translated WORD of the Heavenly CREATOR of the UNIVERSE would be the most accurate copy of the closest thing to that original language as possible. It's just a thought.... But then again. I'm not capable of thinking at that level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113033488041074755?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113033488041074755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113033488041074755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113033488041074755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113033488041074755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/tniv.html' title='TNIV'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-113025082611465860</id><published>2005-10-25T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T07:44:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE POWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/211181_1672.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/211181_1672.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I've been slacking meagerly on my reading lately. I do manage to pick up my bible at least once a day, mostly to suffice the feeling of guilt when I don't. I don't feel that I have once in the past 5 days allowed the true power of the Word do what it does best. You know, sometimes it scares me. One book can cause, healing, war, life changes.. People have claimed that it caused them to kill, and others have claimed that it kept them from killing. It's words are but simply the writings of simple men, but the message is the Power of God. Why in the 15(+) years I have been a Christian, have I not done all I can to memorize every word between the two leather bound covers. Why have I not even merely allowed God to write it's words on my heart, let alone Burn them in to my skin, etch them on my veins, completely and totally enveloping me with His Wisdom and direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Countries have fought wars for decades looking for power, control, and many of them even in the name of "god". But just like Hebrews 4:12 "For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart." Power has never been found in the sword, and before my agnostic friends stand up and SAY "AMEN! POWER IS IN THE MIND!" WRONG! Power is in God, and God alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was (I'm embarrassed to admit) watching TBN the other day. umm?? The guy, Joel Olsteen,  from Houston or Dallas or wherever that church is that they just did the 50 million dollar renovation for the mega church in that old Arena. The Church BOASTS a total 30,000 member congregation. That is only slightly under the entire population for the city that I live in. (maybe be small to some of you our there, or huge to others) I try to rap my mind around ever person in Emporia sitting in two services of 16,000 people. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE RIGHT? 30,000 people praising God!!! 45 minutes I watched him preach on TBN. You know the only time that I EVER saw him pick up his sword (Bible) was to have 16,000 people stand up, hold their bibles up in the air, (of which not many people had one) and say in unison, something to the affect of "I am a Child of God, I control my attitude, my judgment of others, and my direction to follow God, I will read this book, and will smile every day."  Granted I'm pretty sure this man has some type of implants because he never once stopped smiling. Which is fine, but out of 16,000 how many people in that church are GOING TO HELL, never once hearing the word of God spoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok so I just got off their site check this out. &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/29/55964465_0128fdd799_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/55964465_0128fdd799_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people, and very few of them, ever hearing the word of God. "FEEL GOOD !!!"  man, it's sad. But I'm just making a point. Here. If he were to pick up the word of God, The convicting power of the Holy spirit to slammed those people to there knees with the conviction of their sin, or expose the truth of those that hide in the walls of a sports arena to hide their sin. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Today, my bible will cease to collect dust. I desire to know the living creator of the Universe. &lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-113025082611465860?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/113025082611465860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=113025082611465860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113025082611465860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/113025082611465860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/true-power.html' title='TRUE POWER'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-112896113240506669</id><published>2005-10-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:24:57.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer in phone company cubical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ok.. So marketing companies are finally realizing how many of us sit in these cages known as cubicles. All day long staring at either a dell, compaq, or IBM computer screen. alt tabing back in forther between our blogging, and net games and real work done for whomever it is that we are working for. Sky scrapers filled with us. Our offices are scattered from NYC to LA and all the way in-between north and south. And constantly seeing more and more commercials that apeal to our type. Capital One. You know, the one with David Spade and that guy that keeps getting destroyed for saying yes, when he should say no. Or the Dell commercials showing the night workers in the office with all the lights off. Been there done that. Even cereal commercials like Rasin bran with that guy that keeps eating even when his boss fired him several days before, but he doesn't know becaus he's crunching to loud. ARE YOU SERIOUS? I think I just saw that sprint put one out with a guy that is playing with voodoo dolls in his cubicle. WE're out here, more now than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is that I'm not a fan of the cubicle. Granted my company spent a bunch  of money when they first opened and bought these cool multicolored cubical sets and designed our offices sweet like, and this is probably the only thing keeps me sane. I'm a designer. or at least my body screams for creativity. I love computers, but only when they are in use as a creative tool. So you can see by the piture above, that when all you have is MS paint and and a picture a friend sketched and emailed to you. you find time to do a little coloring at work. It's sad, but I'm desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've nearly got the verse burned in to my eyes as I constanlty try to remind my self, "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men," Colossians 3:23. Over and over. "I'm where I am because God needs me here, and I'll do my best,"... but then I have another custome cuss me out, and I would just rather, sit here and day dream about my perfect design studio with the latest tech tools at my finger tips, and only my imagination to stop me.  On day. until then, I should get back work. I just read that verse again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-112896113240506669?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112896113240506669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=112896113240506669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112896113240506669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112896113240506669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/designer-in-phone-company-cubical.html' title='Designer in phone company cubical'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-112853319549999436</id><published>2005-10-05T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:26:35.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/ipod_nano_family_050907%5B1%5D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/ipod_nano_family_050907%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be the only person on the face of this Mac driven world that does not have an ipod yet, but that does not mean, I have not sat on apple's web site and put it in my shopping cart over and over, trying to convince myself tha they will not release a new one tomorrow that I just can't live without, and it also does not mean, that I have not looked at getting a new credit card or finance plan for merely the disire to have one. The overly large library of random and somewhat organized music,screams at me every time I sit down at my G-5 (looking at how much longer I have to pay off that bad boy) saying, "GET ME out, stop wasting cd's throwing those songs on a disc that you'll just throw away in a few days!!! PUT ME ON A iPOD!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Arlight, so even if I did have the money(which I don't) I would save that much more to get this. I hear more is coming. &lt;a href="http://www.appleinsider.com/article.php?id=1304"&gt;Apple Inside talks about iPod Video&lt;/a&gt;  Ok. so we've heard these rumors sinc the 4 generation ipod and specially with the color screen, but it seems like the talk is getting louder and louder. But what does this mean totally? just music videos? can you hook it up to a camcorder. Record straight to the ipod. First off, I should get paid for that Idea, because I've been saying that since I was like 4 years old (major exageration) and when are they going to putt a little camera on the back of one of these, wouldn't be perfect but could we not all use a 60 gig little camera. YEAH, I mean really! . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-112853319549999436?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112853319549999436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=112853319549999436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112853319549999436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112853319549999436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ipod-video.html' title='iPod Video'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-112837501154273836</id><published>2005-10-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:27:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Long Distance Office Buds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/moose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. So this is a tribute to long hours of wasting time at work.. With old freinds talking . These are just snid bits from different converstaions and different days. ENJOY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt;- Dude you have NO IDEA WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of OOH!!! I’M SOO TIRED .. . . . . I DON’T WANT TO WORK, …. “ISN’T IT BETTER AFTER LUNCH” &lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP! GEEZE!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa ……whoah.  The room is spinning. Where am I ……… Man I got to get our of hear. I can’t keep my eyes open! &lt;br /&gt;Just another pointless email. Mr. trainee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Dude….you made my day with that ‘freak out’.  It was fairly entertaining.  Anyways, grow up you stupid little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - What whoa. . . . . you say something???. . . .  really. . . . . . . drowsy. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- George, You’re cool.  But not too cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - What the? ??? What does that mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - It means that you are cool, but not that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Man, you have GOT to stop smoking that stuff at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - I actually am having a productive day.  Some of the guys send forwards throughout the day to kill the monotony.  You have to admit though, they are hilarious!  Hope you are having a good one man.  What day do you leave for Mexico cause I will be in E-town Friday night?  Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Aight. I understand. It’s just sad. Very sad. You have official become  “one of them” . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Dude!  What’s up?  I hope Mexico was awesome.  I’m sure it was.  I can’t believe I get married in about 4 weeks!  I don’t think it has registered yet.  That is going to get here quick.  I’m really excited to be a husband.  I just hope I’m a good one.  Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - DUDE! It’s that soon! Crap. I better get to work on your stuff. You’ll be a great husband no worries. Mexico was awesome. If you check out site. www.studioworship.com you can see some pictures I’ll tell you about it later. We’re so busy, and I’m so tired. I leave for Colorado in the Morning, but I’ll get in touch with you when I get back. Peace bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/25/49371591_6f3382e716_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/49371591_6f3382e716_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Hey man.  Can’t talk long because we are busy as crap.  How was Colorado?  I have some more questions, but I’ll give you a call tonight sometime.  Look forward to talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Busy as Crap.. Dude. I’ve had some busy crap lately, I tell you what.. (another phrase that makes no sense. “I tell you what” or “busy as crap” )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Dude!! I get married in 15 days!   Whoooo hooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes. Dan that’s just great now isn’t.. wooo hooo.  All about you. GEEZE! GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE BUDDY! &lt;br /&gt;Whoah…  whoahh.. Where am I ..  whoahh &lt;br /&gt; I’m here, I’m awake sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - What’s up married bro!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Good morning bro!  I hope things are going well.  I am extremely exhausted, but I will live.  We didn’t get back to our apartment until about 12:30 last night.  We got a lot of cool wedding gifts that we opened when we got back.  Now we just need to find a place to put everything.  The trip was amazing!  We had a blast.  Lisa and I agreed that it would be a good place to go with friends in the future…..let me know what your plans are in about five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - I am cool.  You are not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just being stupid.  How things goin?  Work is pretty good today.  Not too busy, not too slow.  Got any big plans for Labor Day coming up?  Lisa and I are going camping with her family.  We are looking forward to it.  We got an awesome tent from my cousin for our wedding, so I’m looking forward to getting it out and setting it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Good morning to you too looser..Also just being stupid. Things are good. Been busy getting read for our Studio stuff starting back up this weekend. Work is steady, but we just got hit by lighting so things got back up because the whole building dropped power.  Labor day weekend. I’m actually heading towards KC to go to Rock the Light. Die to self is playing there so I get in free, and then we get to see mercy me, Third day and bunch of other bands for free. I’m psyched. &lt;br /&gt; I am desperate for Java Cat-5 Ginouccino Mocha, with whip cream and cinnamon sprinkles.  Mmmmmm.. soooo gooood.. mmmmmmmm.. yeahhhhhhhh..  yeah I’m ok,.  No.. yeah. I’m alright. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - DUDE! WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been BUSY AND YOU REALLY AREN’T THAT IMPORTANT! &lt;br /&gt;YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S WHAT I …………….I’m sorry.  I take it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - What’s up buddy?  How was your weekend?  It was great to not have work yesterday, but I always feel tired coming off of a vacation.  You’d think I’d be rested, but I’m not.  Oh well.  Lisa and I got our wedding pictures back.  They are really good.  There is one of you and me that just cracks me up every time I see it.  It’s the one where you came in like you were going to kiss me.  Your face is just hilarious!!  **ad-in (the picture was a joke-- we're both married to wonderful women!)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt;- actually.. yup. I should be taking calls right now. Saw mercyme and Third Day this weekend. Went to Rock the Light up there in KC. It was really awesome. A lot of fun. Oh about being tired. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- Dude.  It was good to talk last night.  I miss hanging out and stuff.  I hope we can be closer in proximity down the road….Lord willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George &lt;/strong&gt;- Yeah. I also long for the day when we can move to Colorado with our families, and work the mountain land for survival, while our wives cook wild chipmunk and our children scavenge for moose poo for fertilizer for the gardens. Our pet wolves will roll and play near the cliff face, as we tip couple cold ones back next to the fire inside our log cabins. Then as we walk home with our wives, we’ll look back at each other and smile, because we know that we’re both getting read to MAKE MORE BABIES!  Of course for the mere need for more moose poo gatherers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too buddy. Yeah I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - It’s Friday. Best day of the week and the hardest to get through, I think. I just want 4:45 to be here now. But yet when I look down at the clock, it seems to be stuck at 8:31 for the last 2 hours. Anyways. I’m tired. And would love to be at home right now under the covers still snuggling with my wife. That’s right. I AM A MANLY MAN!!! I like to snuggle with my wife. And she’s heading off to a conference this weekend so I won’t see her for a while. Hopefully the guys are doing something tonight. Oh hey, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan &lt;/strong&gt;- You never cease to be funny.  I’m doing pretty good, but I’m really hungry and it is only 9:41.  That sucks.  I would love to be snuggling as well…………with my wife.   Don’t get any ideas mister.   I mean……uh…….shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/31/49371594_d3cca83369_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/49371594_d3cca83369_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - HA!HA! Now THAT’S funny.. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I’ve got a coke sitting here, but I know that if I just drink the coke without eat something like possible the flesh from my forearm, then I will have terrible heart burn. Hm???? Flesh from my arm?????? Heart burn??????  Flesh from my arm? Heart burn?  I don’ t know which I would rather risk.. either way I’m DRINKIN’ THE COKE!    Oh yeah. That’s good. The way is coke coats all the way down. The film it leaves on my teeth. The initial burn!!............ then satisfaction………yeah……….  Oh and my favorite part. The exhale. That first breathe out after tipping her back. Breathing half through the nose, half through mouth so that you feel as if the coke aroma is rapping around your skull lifting you to heavenly place!!!  YES  YES YES~!!!!   Whoah. I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- I don’t have much to say, so……….OH WAIT.   I bought a new surround sound system.  It’s sweet!!  When you come up for dinner sometime, I’ll have you take a look at it with me.  I’m not getting as much sound out of my rear speakers as I would like.  You’ve always been good at that stuff, so HELP ME NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - WOAH!! Alright&lt;br /&gt;How’s it going??  Work good?  I’m so tired. My eyes often drift closed and I don’t even realize it. I went to the bathroom, and woke up about 2 minutes after sitting down. I felt like I was out for nearly 10 minutes in there. And the best part. I didn’t even go. Just propped my head up in my hands and felt the weight of my eyes drag me in to dreamland. .. J I’m struggling to stay awake here. The NPR probably doesn’t help. This classical music is very relaxing. … aaaaaa aaaa aaaaaaa aa aaaa aaa’’ ’’’’’’’’’’’’gjaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa…oh oh. Sorry fell asleep at the key board.  I NEED A MOCHA! AHHHH!!!! Although the weather outside is freakin’ awesome. Makes me want to go camping again.  Just a side note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Things are going well.  Work is pretty good today.  The phones aren’t too bad, so I’m getting  a lot of paperwork done.  The weather……..awesome!  I love the coolness of fall coming.  It’s my favorite season by far.  Sounds like you need to get more sleep my tired little friend.  Oh well, things will get better when we eat chipmunks and make things out of Moose poop in Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - AH HA!! Moose poo. That’s right.  That’s right. Until then. I must find caffeine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Hey. Do you ever sit in your cubical, and just freak out from sitting still for so long.. you just can’t handle it any more and you snap! Your hands flailing around and you head jerking back and forth, Your mouth gets all distorted and although you don’t want anyone to hear you, you notice yourself slightly giggling while your entire body convulses. You stop and suddenly wonder if you are mentally ill for doing what you just did. Ever happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- How’s the afternoon treatin’ ya?  That’s usually the hardest part for me because I’m dying to get home.  Anywho, listen to me complain like a woman.  Don’t give me that………..you do to.  MAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - mmm moose poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - *in repsonse to a forward* DUDE! Seriously. You’ve got issue. That’s sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- .......  Did you get my email earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes. At the time I was too tired to think of something witty to reply to “mmm. Moose poop.”  I don’t know. It’s sad really. I man should be able to be witty enough to respond to a good friend mentioning the feces of the animal Alces alces, also know as, the moose or the Patryk in North America and the elk in Europe is the largest of all the deer family Cervidae. I’ve let you down, and I’m TERRIBLE SORRY FOR THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/moose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan &lt;/strong&gt;- Dude.  Are you going to email me today?  Today is slow and I’m bored.  Amuse me now.     Whoa……whoa.  I’m sorry.  I got a little demanding there.  My bad.  Oh, I get off at 2 today, and you don’t.  Ha ha…….whoa.  Sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Dang dude, I ah. ……(imagine the crying face)  ………I ah….…  Don’t ……………..know.. I mean. What did I do? . I thought I.. ah. I thought we were cool. Guess that you can just be AMUSED by some other good friend in another orange cubical with a hat and tight blue polo shirt.. wearing jeans and red saucony shoes, who happened to be in your wedding, and just happened to fake kiss you in front of a photographer, and who had you be the best man in his wedding. l.. . . Whoa I smell food.. …  yeah. I got popcorn…. No…  maybe someone burning the coffee again. DANG IT!!! Oh sorry. where was I?   Oh yeah (back to crying face) whoa is me, what have you… what SAY you.. La did ah, and so on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - First, I was joking.  And B, you are hilarious and a delight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - HA! I can so see you saying that. “AND A DELIGHT!” slightly raising your voice at the end, and tilting your head back slightly and enhancing the word “Delight” just slightly. Mm. yes.. With a slight accent. Don’t know how to describe the accent. Almost middle eastern in nature. Maybe a quote for a movie, but I’m not good a the “what movie is that” game….. I’m sorry  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- Happy autumnal equinox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah! And to you too, old chap. HAPPY autumnal equinox. Jolly GOOD! Ah yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- Ah ha.  Tis a good day, if you will.  What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah,.. Tally ho! Off  to the yacht! Tis a splendid day for a  good game of polo, yet are waters are calm and my English accent is thick! Join my later for tea and biscuits? What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah. Splendid! I think I might also have a pint of good ole English&lt;br /&gt;ale. What have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/26/49394891_b5edb23a0b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/49394891_b5edb23a0b_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;- Ah, indeed. Wise you are my cheeky fellow. Pray yea that the weather&lt;br /&gt;is friendly, lest the seas be stormy and unkind. Tea and crumpets are a&lt;br /&gt;fine idea. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; - Ah!! good fellow!!! your quick wit and charm must be a blessing to the ladies, oh and still I chuckle and weep with laughter. ((*DANG THAT&lt;br /&gt;WAS FUNNY.--Even called Jessie for that one**)) And yet I forget that your heart is but for one lady now. You sly fox. She is lucky&lt;br /&gt;"GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-112837501154273836?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112837501154273836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=112837501154273836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112837501154273836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112837501154273836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-long-distance-office-buds.html' title='Best Long Distance Office Buds'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-112836367433807445</id><published>2005-10-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:47:49.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Ive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/63_1Lg%5B1%5D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/63_1Lg%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First off, If I was completely enveloped in the world, I would want nothing more than to be this man right here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Appointed senior vice-president of design at Apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the design world blows my mind. First off I have a terrible memory, so when people honestly start quoting the greats of design or even of classic art, I just shut down. My Brain stops functioning and immediately goes into, "How-can-I-make-it-sound-like-I-have-the-slightest-Idea-what-this-guy-is-talking-about Mode" I wish I could remember. I've study a ton of designers, even written reports, and mimicked styles and ideas, but it's come to the point, where this world has too many designers, and I rather be one of them, instead of trying to remember all of their names. (it's like remember actors or directors. nope. Can't do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, Jonathan Ive, may be my new hero (or at least one of them) First off, as we all can agree, that our friends, or as some may call them, our family, at Apple, have blown every worry of the original Macintosh computer away. I think that they owe a lot of this not only to Mr. Steve, but to Jonathan Ive. With his influences into the ipod, powerbooks, imacs, minimac, etc. Yeah let's just say that he had a lot to do with making the beast that is the Mac hardware, look like the beauty which is the perfect lines and space of the apple's we know today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some times when I'm sitting in my little cubicle here at Birch, I find my self staring at my slightly fuzzy dell screen (it's an upgrade) not looking at anything, but completely in my own little world. I'm in my high end loft flat in London or NYC designing out of my studio. Jessie (my wife) telling the kids not to play with the glass art, and cranking up Jack Johnson in the background. I'll admit this is 150% worldly day dream, but it's fun to dream right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, back to what I was talking about. Imagine the influences that this may Jonathan Ive has? Designing the high end computers, that high end designers and artists sit in front of all day. I don't know how many times I've looked at my G5 body tower for inspiration on coming up with something creative. And how many times I've tried to duplicate the Imac as a cool graphic filler. This man influences not only the corporate world within his projected buyer audience, but influences the design world as a whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, I should be working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace and peace &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://team.randomshirts.com/a/977/b/5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.randomshirts.com/images/bannerrotate2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-112836367433807445?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112836367433807445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=112836367433807445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112836367433807445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112836367433807445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/10/jonathan-ive.html' title='Jonathan Ive'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-112811599470017206</id><published>2005-09-30T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:34:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/1600/FALL%20STUDIO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1529/935/320/FALL%20STUDIO1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do this Studio live thing. It pretty much is me and a small group of people that organizer little miniconcerts every other week. The non profit name is Oaks of Righteosness. But we call it Studio Live. It's easier for the kids to say.  Sometimes it's worship, some times just accoustic cover songs, and other times like next saturday Oct 8th, it's guys mixing it up on the turn tables.  I think we've even got some progressive metal, and I hate to say it, maybe even some punck or hard core, (not my thing) I always had a vision of taking the studio and going nation wide, and it may still happen. Little concert venues all over the nation. Hearing peopel talk about the different studio Clubs. Kinda like people mention Club 3 degrees up in minnesota, or the Door down in Dalls, and Fort Worth. It'd be cool, and I mean, really I can't limit God, but for now I'm going to do what I can to just have fun with staying local, learning the ropes of promoting, and one day maybe even learning lighting rigs, sound, and all that good stuff. On top of the million other things I would love to learn about multimedia, and art. Hey, if you have any comments on ideas on directions to head for Christian Clubbing, or just Christian promotion, shoot me a note, or just commment on here. I'll get it. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy  &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-112811599470017206?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112811599470017206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=112811599470017206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112811599470017206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112811599470017206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/studio-live.html' title='Studio Live'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11491301.post-112810356750003508</id><published>2005-09-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:06:07.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What better to do...</title><content type='html'>I need to get a camera to make this even slightly interesting but maybe the camera phone will work later on, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world. (**Forwarner*** if you have any sensitivity to bad grammer, or random letters that should not be capitalized or even words that really just don't belong, then just stop now and never come back**you've been warned**) Actually it is a pretty decent place.(btw we're back to me now) hm??  What would you want to know? I'm 22 and married for 2 years. Yeah married young and have no regrets. It's good stuff. I own a little femail pitt bull, have my own home (for now) and work full time at the ever joyous and somewhat unstable local telcommunication company.  I actually do too much, at least outside of work, but never get too stressed about it. I started a non-profit ministry to host little Christian Concerts around our small rural community. Works out all right. I am on the capital fund Campaign board, for a local soup kitchen, and mens shelter. I do freelance design work, though the more I learn about design the more I realize I don't know. Yeah, married, and oh yeah. I hang out at the Inner Bean a lot. It's a pretty sweet little non-profit coffee shop. And my wife would tell you that want too many expensive toys. yeah. That's a brief of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11491301-112810356750003508?l=studioguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/feeds/112810356750003508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11491301&amp;postID=112810356750003508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112810356750003508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11491301/posts/default/112810356750003508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studioguy.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-better-to-do.html' title='What better to do...'/><author><name>Studioguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13140714137018551377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://static.flickr.com/43/74583508_1cc66bcff4_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
